#they’re badly singing songs all together

[ace-beef]

everyone say thank you to Jeremy for keeping the spirit of Achievement Hunter alive

[asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3]

I was a fool. An absolute bafoon. Deadpool and Wolverine 2: the musical starts with a montage of their daily life to the soundtrack of Accidentally in Love (from shrek) to WADE falling in love with Logan, not the other way around, because honestly who better than Deadpool? He can girlishly kick his feet and smile sweetly to the camera and (badly) play it off when Logan is actually looking at him. And it’s just them being domestic. Logan cooking, Wade sneaking glances throughout the day, can even have them fighting something together. And of course it ends with them platonically sharing a bed and you can see Wade wanting to reach out to Logan but he doesn’t, just goes to sleep instead.

And one way or another they’re fighting some big bad magical being, and honestly Marvel it doesn’t really matter who you pick. All they need is to be able to use magic and get pissed that 1-Wade can’t die and 2- he never shuts the HELL up. And bam, instant curse. The entire world is a musical and Deadpool has to suffer the consequences (being annoyed by the constant noise of everyone singing)

Except he LOVES it. He walks down the street and hears someone singing about cheating on their spouse, someone singing about how they miss their dog at home, and someone getting increasingly angry about traffic through the open window of their car. And the icing on the cake is that his roommate, THE Hugh Jackman is cursed too. Since y’all wanna make him be the Wolverine until he’s 90 you can at least throw him a bone and let him sing again, it’s what he was made to do. And since Ryan can’t/wont/doesn’t like to sing it gives him the opportunity not to, plus it has comedic effect if he’s bland and boring, making comments through everyone’s songs. Social commentary on people’s rhymes/pitch/beats. The potential is limitless. They should also have multiple people who are just genuinely bad singers, because that’s just how the real world works.

And by the third act Wade has had enough of the singing. “Can everyone shut the fuck up for five minutes PLEASE. Not you, Logan, you have the voice of an angel, please keep going.”

And since Disney owns them now they can have a scene of Logan singing ‘i won’t say I’m in Love’ from Hercules with Ellie, Yukio, and Blind Al as the muses because surprise surprise the main story is Wade trying to undo this Musical curse but the subplot is Wade and Logan both being in love with each other but both being too emotionally constipated and unaware to make a move on each other. And you know what, if the power of hand holding and gay love could save the day last time, maybe it can do it again this time. I’m thinking something cheesy like an off key duet between Wade and Logan that ends in a kiss, but I’ve never been great at endings so I’ll leave it up to Ryan.

And bam @vancityreynolds I’ve got the outline of your new movie right here. I’ll accept payment in the form of one meet and greet with you and Hugh where I can take a picture of you guys holding my Toddler so I can frame it, hang it on the wall, and ask her for the rest of her life how she could possibly not remember something that happened when she was under 2 years old.

[bigbabycry]

omg, i loveeee all your drew fics, and i was wondering if you could write a smut about drew wanting to go down on you in the bathroom while they’re at a restaurant? 🤭

Thank you baby, this is for you 🤍

Bathroom

Warnings: smut!

Drew has had to hold himself back as you subtly beg him for attention on the uber ride to the restaurant. Brooke is seated next to the two of you, taking photos and videos of all of her already drunk friends in the car. With three tequila shots down, your hands instinctively slide up and down Drew’s thighs as you lean in and whisper dirty things into his ear, telling him how badly you want him, how badly you want him to do things to you.

He can’t help but smile to himself at each dirty comment and the way you touch him so confidently. As the car full of people arrive at the restaurant, Drew takes your hands in his and pulls your body against his to keep you steady.

“You know how much I love you, baby…” He says with an innocent smile as his eyes trail down the front of your dress, gaze lingering on your cleavage for a moment.

Your breath is slightly heavy as you look up at him through your mascara coated eyelashes, “I do know that.” your gaze already drunk with desire as you wet your lips with your tongue, leaning further into Drews side as the group walks into the restaurant.

His lips press against your cheek as he smiles lovingly at you. You can feel the heat in your body as Drew holds onto your waist with his large hands, making sure you don’t stumble over your own feet as he leads you into the secluded area of the restaurant for the party.

The night had only just begun, and majority of the party were already in drinking mode, downing shots, or casually sipping on a cocktail. But you’re beginning to feel extremely clingy and needy when it comes to Drew, dragging him onto the dancefloor that’s filled with your mutual friends. Drew’s holding you close as you dance with him, your hands in the air as you smile and sing along to the various songs playing.

“holy shit, I’m feeling it babe!” you yell out to Drew, your head feeling dizzy from the alcohol but your body feeling very hot for Drew, craving him more as the night goes on.

Drew takes your hand and spins you around, grabbing your hips and bringing your ass against his crotch. “You are just so perfect.” He whispers into your ear, his soft lips brushing against your neck as he breathes against you.

You feel that familiar desire pool in your panties as you grind against Drew, desperately needing him in this moment as you dance together. “I need you so fucking badly… can’t wait…” Your head leans back onto his chest and you moan out, loudly enough for him to hear just how desperate you are.

You slowly pull away from Drew and begin walking in the direction of the bathroom, subtly looking back to your boyfriend and smirking at him, hoping he gets the hint.

Once you’ve been out of sight for a while, Drew makes his way to the bathroom, feeling pleased when he finds it empty. He spots you standing in front of the mirror and closes the door behind him, locking it before launching himself towards you, his lips instantly on your neck and you moan out.

His lips suck onto the warm skin of your neck, his teeth beginning to nibble at it as you grind your hips against his hardening cock, finding the friction you’ve been needing all night. Drew’s fingers find their way underneath your dress, kneading at your ass before pulling your panties down to your ankles and hoisting you up onto the sink. Almost instantly he’s on his knees and has his face buried in between your thighs, sucking against your sensitive clit.

His skilled movements send pleasurable jolts up your body, making you gasp and moan his name. Your legs and raised over his shoulders to give him better access to your dripping pussy.

“Oh god…” You moan out as his tongue trails up and down your wetness, teasing you with each kiss to your sensitive core. You harshly bite your lip as your head tips to the side to try and quiet yourself.

Drew was hungry. You could tell by the way his tongue would slide up and down in between your folds and the tip of his tongue would circle your clit before bringing his whole mouth down onto the sensitive bud, sucking you so severely that your hips buck up into his face, covering him in more of your slick.

Your moans echo through the small bathroom, bouncing off the tiled walls and filling Drews ears with your sweet sounds.

“Quiet, baby.” He growls, hot breath on your thigh, tongue immediately darting into your entrance after his warning.

You feel it. You feel that warm, bubbly feeling boiling in your stomach, that coil bending, ready to snap and bring you so much needed pleasure. “I’m so close… Holy shit.” You whisper, bringing one hand up to cover your mouth as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

Drew moans against you, his tongue slowing down and driving you insane from the slow pace.

“Don’t stop.” You whimper out harshly, dropping your hand from your face down to his head, lacing your fingers through his hair to keep his face in between your thighs. He loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, pulling him deeper into your heat. He can’t get enough of you and the way you taste.

“Come on, baby,” he groans, feeling his pants tighten just from this risky act, loving the way you moan and shake against him as his tongue pleasures you.

The sensation overloads you, your stomach tighten before you release. Your whole-body jerks, hips rolling up onto his face, his nose nudging your stimulated clit as you reach your climax. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath, head spinning while you come down from your high. You can feel Drews large hands caressing your thighs, pressing soft kisses to your skin as he eases you into a calm state.  

“That’s it, baby.” He coos as he watches you try to calm your heavy and labored breathing. Your head rests against the cool bathroom tiles as Drew cleans you up and helping you come down from that immense finish.

You blink up at your boyfriend as his hands trail down your bare legs to your ankles, pulling your panties back up and helping you off of the sink.

“Felt so fucking good.” You murmur, leaning up and kissing Drew on the lips. Tasting your own finish on his tongue. Drew returns the kiss, tongues dancing as he relishes in the taste of you. His other hand slides up her pine, tracing softly over her clothed skin.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that, baby.” He smiles and kisses you again.

Your senses come back to you, and the loud music from outside the bathroom walls pumps back through your ears, reminding you of the party happening. You slide your hand down Drews bicep and lean into his ear, “I’ll make it up to you at home.” Your whispers have a teasing tone, finishing it off with a kiss and lick to his neck before you sneakily exit the bathroom.

“Better believe you will.” Drew growls as he watches you leave, eyes following your every move with a mix of desire and amusement playing on his face.

[writingstoraes]

90 days 🍷

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: written imagine (angst)

word count: 2.3k

notes: this is just very angsty and has little to no dialogue, apologies for errors this was not proofread lolol lmk what u guys think <3

warnings: none too gruesome! mentions of break up, fights, and recollections of fond memories only

about: charles can’t avoid you forever and he cannot afford to do so. it’s his first time seeing you again after you parted ways, and it seems as if the entirety of his being still belonged to you.  

Charles wanted to say no. He wanted so badly to decline his brother’s invitation by possibly coming up with some reason why he couldn’t go, but in his heart, he just cannot find the will to do so. 

He was torn, between the possibility of seeing you again after everything that went down and the fact that he desperately needed a night out. Ever since the two of you decided to give each other’s hearts back, Charles had been picking up pieces of himself and he admits he’s all over the place. Not having you in his life sucked. He doesn’t bother to find any melancholic or beautiful word to describe it; everything just sucks. At the same time, he doesn’t think avoiding you would be any better. You both had many similar circles of friends and you both lived in the same, small city. It was only some time before your paths had to cross again, inevitably. 

He thinks this might possibly be the better option, like ripping off a band-aid. Maybe by seeing you, he can assess the progress he’s made for himself, that is if he’s actually made any. But deep down he knows, he looks forward to seeing you, finally being in the same room as you because it felt like forever since he was last graced by your presence.

Had the two of you been together still, Arthur’s invitation will probably be of two counts instead of just one. It’s like he could still picture you standing in front of your shared room’s full-length mirror, trying on an outfit you have already decided on, proceeding to ask him what you should do with your hair. Charles adores the way you pull out pictures from your phone, knowing he was more of a visual learner, just so he could pick which hairstyle would suit you better. 

As he proceeds to the bathroom so he can freshen up before leaving, he glances at the completely empty countertop. Before, tiny trinkets of your things were laid out on it neatly. He could spend an eternity watching you do your makeup or curl your hair. He misses seeing tubes of foundation and eyeshadow palettes spread on the marble top or cords of your hair straightener plugged in the socket near the paper towel. He remembers the time when you had let him do your make-up and he ended up giving you a spectacular smoky eye, and by spectacular, you looked like a raccoon. But the two of you laughed about it anyway, and he apologizes by peppering kisses all over your face as he drags the makeup wipes across your eyelids. 

The nightlife you can find in Monaco was definitely unbelievably alive if you had to describe it. It doesn’t matter if it was a race weekend; even if it wasn’t, the city was always awake. High-class restaurants filled to the brim with reservations, bars littered with people who want a fun night that they forget whatever it is they’re running away from. He’s probably doing the same thing, so he can’t judge.

Charles ignores the fact that his car ride to the restaurant was just him retracing all your steps and recalling all the memories he’s made with you. The glovebox of his car used to have some of your belongings and he had been accustomed to seeing you in the passenger seat, now his undeniably really cool and expensive car just seemed lonely and empty. He knows in his heart that car rides with you were always the most peaceful and most fun, he doesn’t mind how you play all your favorite artists’ songs even if he doesn’t know half of them. He gets the kick when he sees you singing along, your voice filling the cold car. He misses seeing you close your eyes in solitude when the windows are down, reiterating how you prefer riding his car with the windows down because it gives you a clearer view of what’s outside.

He sighs to himself when he gets out of the car, prepared to accept whatever the world plans on throwing at him should it decide that it was time for him to run into you. Whatever this was that Arthur had planned was not a party, more of a lively dinner and chat with friends, which Charles was thankful for because he was sure seeing you again in combination with heavy liquor would just result in his relapse. 

Charles enters the restaurant, seeing a few of his friends. He nods at some, smiles at others, and embraces the others rather tightly. He feels a bit lighter, slowly starting to think it might be a good idea he came. It was rather nice to be surrounded by friends, maybe for a while he can forget the despondency he left at home and in his car. 

“Hey, you came!” Arthur gleams, as he makes his way over to his older brother. He slings his arm over Charles’ shoulder, right after they exchange light kisses on the cheek. 

“Of course, I did,” Charles replies, glad he saw his brother again, who looked like he was having fun.

“Also, I know you already know but I invited her. She’s Carla’s friend and the three of us have a ton of mutual friends, it would just seem wrong not to,” Arthur raises the subject, something Charles hopes he wouldn’t, but it had to be addressed anyway.

“No, it’s fine.” he responds, trying to appear as emotionless as he can. “I mean, technically we have the same friends. It’d just be a matter of time before we had to see each other again.”

“I know, but-” the younger retorts, quite worriedly.

“It’s okay, Arthur. Besides, it was my decision to go anyway. I can’t avoid her forever.”

“Plus, it’s been what, 3 months? If by now I still can’t handle seeing her without breaking down then I really need to seek some help.” Charles says, followed by a light and quiet laugh. He tries to make a joke of it all, a desperate attempt to lighten the atmosphere, but not even his own brother is a stranger to his obvious salvage.

But all it really was was just humor. It really has been three months, a shy of 90 days since you departed from his life, but he’s afraid to admit he was still tethered to you and he’s even more scared to face the reality he might never be completely over you.

Arthur then left him as he proceeds to sit down. He chooses a seat near the corner of the table, already beside Joris and in front of a friend. This way it’s unlikely you had to sit in front of him or beside him. Before his brother left him to his thoughts, the younger Monegasque was quick to reassure him you haven’t arrived yet, so at the moment he should have nothing to worry about.

But then he hears your name. He hears Arthur greet you at a distance he knows is in the restaurant’s front doors. The sound of your lively and soothing voice travels to his ears and it’s as if he winces in pain by hearing you. If your voice alone can shatter the pieces of himself he didn’t even think he had anymore, he’s in fear of what happens to him when he gets to set his eyes on you.

Joris sends him a knowing stare, a look of worry in his eyes, and Charles knows it was his signal that you were right behind him. Charles tries his best to not look back, to not glance at you, even if it felt like he was physically fighting the muscles in his neck and back. 

You make your way to the table, smiling to friends and hugging some, and Charles feels his heart break as soon as his eyes landed on you. It didn’t make it better that you looked breathtaking, your hair neatly parted to the side, and the dress you wore hugged your body rather perfectly. He feels a lump in the back of his throat, still not immune to the effect you had on every room you entered. He didn’t know how you did it, but each time your presence fills a room, everything just becomes brighter and lighter. He feels his chest lighten, yet at the same time, it feels as if it’s being weighed down by tons of rocks.

The ridiculously long table Arthur had acquired was of no help. You were sitting fairly far away from him, but you were on the opposite side so he still got a clear view of you. The restaurant’s warm light hits you to perfection, the features of your face highlighted rather marvelously it makes Charles’ heart hurt. Deep down he feels you were avoiding his gaze, trying your best not to look at his direction, so Charles tells himself to do the same. For some time he desperately tries to fill his mind’s own silence by conversing with his friends, trying to forget the fact that you were mere seats away from him. 

He feels as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and smashed it to the ground, stomped on it until all the blood had drained out of it until it turns white and pale. Truly, seeing you had just proven he was still aching, in the same magnitude as the first day he slept on a bed without you in it. 90 days and still he thinks he hasn’t made any progress, so terrible he wants to bash his head just to get over you.

Charles wonders how someone can go from a soulmate to a stranger, how you can go from being the person he runs to when he feels like the world is crashing down on him to someone who’s behind the tears he quietly sheds at night. How someone who’s met his family and the entire team in Ferrari, how one can go from being Fred’s self-proclaimed daughter to someone he can’t even look at without being in pain.

No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, his eyes unconsciously still landed on you. He feels something pull at the nerves in his heart whenever you smiled and laugh, and he figures you were still as beautiful as the day he lost you. He closes his eyes and remembers the day the two of you hit your tipping point - the night you packed up your things and left your shared apartment, leaving Charles to ponder alone in a cold and empty room. He remembers how you both started to settle things as calmly as you could and he’d forgotten how you got to a point where it was just frustration and pent-up anger. He can still picture how you slammed the door behind you and he remembers how he threw his phone across the room - not aimed at you, but out of emotion. 

“Earth to Charles,” Joris snaps his fingers across the table, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah? Sorry, zoned out a bit.”

“Uh, Peter’s asking how you’ve been,” 

“Oh well I’m okay. Life’s not always sunshine and rainbows so it is what it is,” Charles replies, adding a small laugh at the end.

“Hey, by the way, I’m sorry about your split with Y/N. Must have been tough.” 

“It was,” he says, turning his head to look in your direction and looks back at his friend right after. “But it’s all good.” 

Except Charles was just a liar. It was not all good, he knew that, and everyone who knew him well enough would see right through him. He’s never been a good liar nor a good pretender, people close to him knew he was hurting. Joris knew it, thankfully, he got Peter to change the subject before he pried any further. But Charles couldn’t blame them, because they were witnesses to his greatest love story yet - the one he had with you. 

He misses you, so bad it makes him want to just walk up to you and tell you he longs for you. He misses you more than he remembers you. He doesn’t care about his friends anymore or what people might say, he doesn’t care if he’s going to ruin all the progress he’s made no matter how little it was, he wanted you back in his life it’s disrupting all his senses. All he could do now was look at you and wonder how you’ve been doing, because God knows he can’t ask you himself. He has a hundred questions he wants to ask you; how you’re processing everything, if you’ve been taking your supplements daily because you tend to forget, and if it was still him that resided in your heart. 

Except he can’t. So he decides to stash his feelings in a box and stowed it away in the back of his head. 

“Hey, uh, I’ll just get some fresh air.” Charles excuses himself, deciding to give himself a breather. Too preoccupied with his own thoughts, he doesn’t notice you were gone from the table as well. And maybe he’s better off not knowing, he didn’t attend tonight just so he can weep and watch you. 

Head down yet still cautious of the path he was walking, Charles continues his stride with the goal to get out of the restaurant so he could climb up its balcony that overlooked the city. 

As he climbs up the stairs, he notices a shadow, someone else coming down so he decides to step aside and let them through.

Much to his surprise, he was greeted with the only one he’s ever longed for and loved, still. 

“Charles,”

“Hi.”

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy (lmk if anyone else wants to be part of my tag list hehe)

notes: thank u sm for reading <333

[annievrse]

tonight you are mine

guitarist!eren x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sasha invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you. warnings: she/her pronouns, a little suggestive (not really), singing (yes, this is a warning). w/c: 3k a/n: i took this from my other blog, rewrote it for eren, and here we are. i will admit it was lazy of me, but i love that fic so much i had to have it for eren <3 [images from pinterest].

“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me,” Sasha giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!” 

You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Sasha carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless about why Sasha insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig. 

Sasha only joined her band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. After almost failing your mid-terms, you and Sasha met at a study group last semester. You were in different majors, so hang-outs weren’t as frequent, hence why you hadn’t met her other friends yet–save for Jean, who had ploughed into a study session and demanded Sasha’s attention one afternoon and ended with the three of you in a club. Only this semester did you actually share another class with Sasha and Jean, which allowed you to become closer. You had never met the other two original band members – Eren and Armin, and the rest of her friend group – Connie and Mikasa, who both had no musical bones in their bodies. 

Sasha had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your friend.

“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Eren told his college friends, and Armin invited his study group. But Mikasa is visiting her brother and Connie… I assume he’s gonna show up; who knows, though,” Sasha shook her head. “Anyway, I can’t wait to get out there,” She grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so badly.” 

Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Sasha was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were. 

You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, Sash. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widen your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”  

Sasha stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.

“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Sasha’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her bandmate. Jean sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Sasha grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car. 

“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched Sasha yank the aux cord from Jean’s hand. Jean rolled his eyes and put his foot on the accelerator, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic. 

“Hi, Y/n,” Jean greeted, ignoring Sasha’s rambling about a new song she heard. 

You smiled at him in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you ready?”

Jean nodded, wincing at the volume of the music that started playing before he shouted over the music. “Born ready.” 

Sasha sang the lyrics to a song you’d never heard before Jean turned it down. “How did your date with Nic go? You never got back to me.” 

Sasha instantly reddened. Niccolo was a guy in her food technology class who had asked her out with beef ravioli and roses. “Good…” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” You laugh. Sasha spun around in her seat, her grin wide. 

“Ugh, fine! Since you both want to hear about it so bad,” She teased. 

Jean shook his head. “Not really, I was just being nice...” He mumbled. 

Sasha ignored him as she spoke. “It was so perfectly incredible! The pasta was mind-blowing, and he brought this wine, and when I tell you, it was perfectly paired with the beef, oh! Everything was so perfect.” 

“Perfect, huh?” Your lips were pulled into a side smile at how often she used the word ‘perfect’. 

“It’s okay to be jealous, Y/n,” Sasha laughed, then she cupped her mouth playfully so only Jean could hear. “She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Sasha threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road. 

Your mouth opened and closed after hearing her, no words forming on your lips as Jean laughed. You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Jean spoke.

“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “But I know Eren needs some, too, jeez!” 

Sasha slapped Jean on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.” 

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jean. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine. 

“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Historia, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!” 

You had heard stories of Eren, mostly from Sasha. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and moody. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him. 

“Okay, Y/n. Jean and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Sasha explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue. 

You nodded in approval and got out of the car.  “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.” 

You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Sasha was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous. 

Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Jean already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. A boy with blonde hair held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Sasha. 

Suddenly, the lights turned a deep purple, and the chords of ‘Monodrama’ started playing through the speakers. You looked back towards the first guy whose hair hung in his eyes as he plucked at his guitar strings, his body hunched over slightly. You watched him in curiosity and confusion. Were they starting without Sasha? 

But your question was soon answered when Sasha came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around. 

You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the brunette electric guitarist. Eren. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Sasha on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it. 

Eren opened his eyes to see you staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Sasha’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Eren had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. 

The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Eren's high cheekbones and jawline. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.

Once the fourth song ended, Sasha spoke to Eren before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to start between you and Eren. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.

You watched as Eren walked up to the lead microphone, his Converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Eren. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch before you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His palm rested on the side of your neck, no doubt feeling your pulse racing.

“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Eren pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.

Maybe being a rebound wasn't such a bad idea when the culprit looked like him. Sasha would have your neck for even thinking that.

The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Eren towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.

You knew the song as soon as Eren started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze. 

“This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Eren said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?” 

Sasha gave you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said you needed to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened and listened and told Sasha it was your favourite yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you returned to it each time you put your headphones on.

She must’ve passed on the news. 

In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see

You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, and smile. He looked ethereal on stage, like he was destined to be on one. 

Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see

To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze. 

But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm. 

So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight, you are mine

Eren’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more. 

After the song finished, Eren winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything. 

Sasha’s voice brought you back to earth.

“Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to return.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Sasha carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.

The burning on your cheek was the only thing to pull your eyes away from her grand smile. Your eyes flickered to Eren, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.

As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Sasha came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you.

“Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.

“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Sasha smiled sheepishly. 

“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.” 

“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.” 

Sasha wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you; who wouldn’t?” 

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“But, you’re still off-limits. That wouldn't be fair until he gets over his ex,” Sasha rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?” 

“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Ren." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up."  You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because she laughed and walked backstage.

You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in Converse and a black tee. 

“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to. 

“Eren.” You said, turning to face him. 

“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Jean.” 

You shrugged. “Sasha mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.” 

“Final verdict?” Eren’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners, his arms outstretched. 

You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, bringing his arms to cross over his chest as you eyed his tied-back hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.

Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.” 

Eren’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him. 

He then moved closer to you and leaned down so his eyes aligned with yours. “Well, I find you alright too. How’d you feel if I asked you to hang out in about…” He twisted his mouth in thought, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Half an hour?” 

You bit the inside of your lip. “That would depend on what we would be doing.” 

Eren stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.” 

You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for.

“But, yes. I would like that," You said, giving up on the teasing.

His lips slipped into an easy grin, and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back here in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.

You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!” 

Eren didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!” 

Were you in too deep too quick?

songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - monodrama - benches

[lovenmaze]

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”

Naruto. Beautiful and kind Naruto. He wouldn’t think badly of Sasuke, right? He wouldn’t think he was vulnerable, weak, selfish, or desperate. No, the Naruto he knows wouldn’t do that. Not his Naruto.

Sasuke softens at that, and tries; “Naruto? I- Can you touch me? Not the– just.. I just need physical contact. To ground myself. I–”

Naruto looks at him quite shocked, Sasuke doesn’t usually ask things like that. Sasuke tenses upon seeing his reaction, but Naruto quickly replies, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, nothing weird, don’t worry. You okay with holding hands?”

Sasuke inhales, then nods.

Naruto smiles and takes his hand.

He looks at their intertwined hands, it’s everything. Sasuke is holding the sun in his remaining hand, perhaps his other hand was a sacrifice for this. But it’s still not enough.

He wants to bind their bodies together, sew their bones tight, and take a bite of each other’s heart, like a ritual done in front of an altar, with a god as their witness.

Sasuke tries to calm down, but the thing within him can’t stay put, his blood is rushing, like a stormy sea; it’s maddening. The heat of Naruto’s hand is passing to Sasuke’s, his usually cold body melts under the touch. The hand of the person who saved him is within his grasp, gentle and heavy; it will ground him, warm him, and care for him. Sasuke would bleed himself open if he could if that meant showing Naruto his heart, which was so full of – Naruto, that he could hardly call it his own.

Sasuke’s heart picks up its pace, his chest tightens, and so does his grip on Naruto’s hand.

“Sasuke? You okay?” Naruto asks, Sasuke turns to look at him. It’s so blue, Sasuke could drown in them. He could never forget those eyes, he’d see them when looking up at the sky, or when he closed his.

Sasuke doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Naruto, and then at his lips.

Naruto notices, and licks his lips. God, Sasuke wants to get a taste; kiss him so that he can leave a mark, a mark on his lips, so when Naruto talks, his name will be there.

Sasuke must’ve stared for a while, because Naruto shifts and stares back, and suddenly Sasuke is so aware of the eyes on him. And just as Sasuke was about to say something, “Can I kiss you, Sasuke?” Naruto asks.

Shock evident on Sasuke’s face, Naruto panics “Oh, haha! Never mind, sorry, forget I sa–” Sasuke doesn’t even let him finish, instead allowing his lips to meet Naruto’s.

The buzzing in him is louder this time, turning into a melody, a song singing Naruto’s name.

The buzzing mellowed down and turned into a gentle humming, like a sigh of relief, finally. Finally.

It’s a kiss, Sasuke realizes. Fuck, they’re kissing. The two melt into the kiss, and warmth spreads all over Sasuke. It was slow, soft, tender; and everything.

Sasuke never thought of kissing, the act itself didn’t appeal much to him. And yet he’s here, kissing Naruto, and everything feels right; puzzle pieces slowly unraveling a masterpiece, a masterpiece of them. He feels Naruto place his other hand on his cheek, the other still intertwined with his, they’re both afraid of letting go.

Sasuke feels himself slip out of Naruto’s touch, weakened and overpowered by the feel of him. The kiss is slowly unraveling Sasuke, thread by thread, until he’s naked to the bone, revealing his beating heart.

In the heat of the moment, Sasuke thinks about their first kiss, it was a childish and silly accident, while this, was everything he had wanted. It’s so much — too much, and yet it isn’t enough, something in him wants more — he wants more. He wants everything Naruto can offer, and Sasuke, lets out a small noise, Naruto is everything.

Their lips find their way towards each other, they crash and collide; they glide against each other like a dance shared by two lovers; or a language only the moon and sun spoke of, like an eclipse.

They grew up thinking they were made for violence, but maybe this is what they were made for. To love and cherish each other, to kiss each other.

They pull apart, and Naruto groans, hands now making their way to Sasuke’s body. Sasuke relaxes in his touch, something he does with Naruto.

“God, I love kissing you,” Naruto says, breathless.

So do I, Sasuke thinks. He really does.

“It’s like you're made for me, fuck, I-sorry- it’s just-”

Sasuke gets what Naruto is saying, even though he isn’t saying anything, he doesn’t have to.

A beat.

They look at each other, they’re alive. So alive.

Naruto kisses him deeply and slowly, I can taste him, Sasuke thinks, See, he’s alive, he’s on my lips and he’s here with me, he’s alive, he’s alive! We’re alive.

As if both had realized they were alive and together; they reconnect their lips again, but this time with a sense of urgency; like they’re making up for the time they’ve lost. Their slow and careful kisses were now quick and sloppy, and the room was getting hotter.

Need and want are running burningly hot through Sasuke’s body, God he needs Naruto, needs to devour him whole; strip him off of his layers to digest, kiss his lips to stain them red; Sasuke loves so strongly — carnivorously.

Oh.

Love.

That's what it was.

The thing inside him was love all along. He didn’t recognize it, probably because it was different from the love he grew up with. This was burningly scarlet, dangerously green; he was afraid of its burn, its spreading. Maybe this was already in him even as a kid, a flame he forcefully blew out, Naruto rekindling it.

Sasuke hadn’t considered using “love”, to label his feelings towards Naruto; he believed the word wasn’t enough anyway. But he allows himself to love again, it’s Naruto, after all.

Sasuke tries to pull back, while Naruto tries to chase his lips but is interrupted by Sasuke, “Naruto, if we don’t stop–…”

Naruto turns serious, “Do you want to stop?”

Sasuke wets his lips, and pauses. He doesn’t. But he’s a bit afraid. Sasuke wants Naruto to be selfishly, thoughtlessly, and desperately his.

Read the rest: here 🫀

[alwaysaslutforfic]

Tsukki Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Just some musings on my favourite Sendai Frogs middle blocker ☺️

Warnings: nothing super explicit. Mentions of sending nudes, hair pulling, and oral sex

Minors keep away from the cut and DNI!

Beta readers? Pft

Listens to any and everything but with a purpose 👌🏾. Ask him for a recommendation in any genre and he’ll give you a top 5 tier list. Has playlists arranged by mood, genre, vibe and occasion (he even has one for you that he will literally never tell you about but plays often. He just tells you it’s his favourite mix). Dude is highkey a music snob. Like he’ll listen to a song in any genre but it better be a fucking ✨S tier song✨ or he will Judge. Will never concede the aux cord.

Meanest tutor ever. Will have you crying at the kitchen table asking the same question till you get it right. “If Johnny has 5 apples! 😤” typa tutor. But his notes are amazing and he’ll always lend them without question.

We already know how I feel about clingy Tsukki. But let me reiterate: this man is obsessed with being in your personal space. Like ”I’m gonna go take a shower.” ”….. without me? 😒”

But he also respects your space when you need it. Just don’t be gone too long or he’ll get lonely. He’s highkey touch starved.

An impeccable driver. And unreasonably hot while doing it. I’m talking hand on thigh, arm on headrest when reversing, will do your seatbelt HOT. And you’re his favourite passenger princess. Tsukki refuses to let anyone adjust your seat. If they’re feeling cramped they’re more than welcome to sit in the back, or even better, walk.

A great cook. He lets you be the taste tester when you cook together. If you can’t cook this is the one time he has an amount of patience teaching you. He is, however, a horrendous baker. Tried to make you valentines day chocolates and you had to throw out the tea towels cos they somehow ended up singed. You laughed till you cried he’d have been hurt about it if you weren’t so beautiful

Likewise, his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to affection. Obviously he compliments you and tells you he loves you, but only on special occasions like birthdays, christmases and blowing your back out ten ways till sunday. But mostly he’ll show you how much he cares by treating you like royalty. Carries your bags while calling you weak, says ‘no’ every single time you ask for a favour but does it anyways, takes you for walks to your favourite ice cream shop and pays for both of you while you bitch about a character in your dumb show that he hates (read: binges with you and gets invested in)

A slip it in while you watch a movie kinda dude. At this point the Netflix subscription is for show. There is literally no point in trying to watch something with him because your legs will be over his shoulders way before the halfway mark.

Much like his actions speaking louder than words, he’s willing to try anything once if you suggest it. This has led to a very interesting bedroom life. There were obviously things that you both decided weren’t for you, but Tsukki would do anything to please you even if he’d never confess it. Once you asked for a personalised dildo so you could have his dick whenever you wanted as a joke. It was there by next week.

Loves fucking you in public. You guys are banned from THREE different lingerie stores. You’re 65% sure he only takes you out so much so he can find somewhere to fuck you, since it’s how most of your dates end. The Karasuno gang clocked you two on a club night when Noya and Tanaka took a badly timed trip to the bathroom. They are constantly embarrassed when you two go missing for half an hour and return dishevelled.

Send. Him. Nudes 😩 Especially when he’s busy. He sends them back and holy shit are they art personified. He heard “don’t send dick pics, send cumshot vids with the sound on” and boy did he run with it in the best of ways. Has a password protected folder for all the filth you send each other.

Speaking of nudes, his dick is so pretty. He doesn’t even manscape. It’s just long and slightly curved with just the right amount of hair. Also so much pre-cum. He was actually a little embarassed by it until he saw how much you loved licking him clean.

Pull his hair and listen to him moan. If you pull it hard enough when he’s close he will just cum. He definitely wasn’t embarrassed the first time it happened. Now it’s sort of a game to see if you can use it to get him off when he’s going down on you.

He’s reconciled with the fact that he has a volleyball brain. Seeing you at his games, and feeling your eyes on him as he jumps blocks is like foreplay to him. It’s always a race to see how quickly he can get you naked and under him after a match.

I will undoubtly have more thoughts on this, because I spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about Tsukishima Kei

[twinksintrees]

so i am absolutely obsessed with @play-rough’s classification au on ao3 and it got to the point where i needed to make a whole playlist dedicated to it, so here it is, i hope you all like it.

playlist breakdown under the cut

understand: it’s the first song on here because of @/knoxx.tbox’s animatic, it’s gorgeous and everyone should check it out. it captures the gentle, caring part of their relationship perfectly.

little space: it’s just a song about little space, i also found the line “and i start to give in/to the sin/to the sin” very fitting for dazai because of just how much he hates his little head space.

hazel: sad tired dazai vibes, it makes me think of the second fic where he stays up all night, trying to drop but can’t, and the poor baby is just so out of it. “hold me tightly” he wants chuuya to hold him so, so badly. but he can’t say that, he can never just say what he wants, so he has to wait until he drops and then he has no choice, and he hates it. but yeah it also just soft sweet comforting vibes to me.

smoke signals: this one’s weird cuz unlike most of the songs on here where they’ll apply to either dazai or chuuya, this one has a stark divide of both. the first few lines “i know i’m a freak/ripped the band aid, broke the peace/took the lock but lost the key/guess i set you free” are so dazai it hurts. he thinks he’s a freak, he hates himself for his regression, he thinks leaving and getting out of chuuya’s space and life is setting him free from dazai. but that’s not what chuuya wants, the rest of the song is all about chuuya always welcoming him back, always wanting him there when he’s upset, wanting to be there and to help him. he wants to take care of his baby and for his baby to let him.

almost home: this one just gave me very gentle sweet vibes. it also made me think of the car ride back to chuuya’s apartment after dazai bit tsu and walked back to his shipping container alone and regressed, and just chuuya lulling small dazai to sleep and holding him, happy to have his baby back.

moon river: i wanted at least one nice lullaby on here and this is what my mom would always sing me so it’s just very personal to me lmao. just picturing chuuya humming/singing it to little dazai makes me v happy.

treehouse: the childhood friends vibe. “i’m the captain/but you can be the deputy” just like, describing their bond together. the closeness, the trust, all that.

escapism: this one’s all about dazai. him wanting to be free from his pain and wanting to be free from his little space, while also using his little space to escape his pain, if that makes sense.

beautiful boy: first off this songs just makes me insane second oughhhh chuuya singing it to dazai would end me. he’s chuuya’s boy, his sweet little baby. and chuuya will always be here for him, will always keep him safe, will always do his best to quiet the overwhelming voices in his head. they’re so soft it makes me unwell.

yellow: also a chuuya one, he’d do anything for baby dazai. he would bleed himself dry if it came down to it.

i need to be alone: dazai angst. the isolating himself when he feels little space coming on. the antsy-ness, the irritability, all of that. he doesn’t want to snap at chuuya, but he doesn’t know what else to do, doesn’t know how else to handle it. so he lashes out and somehow, still, chuuya is there. he hasn’t pushed him away yet. dazai doesn’t think he can handle the day he hits his limit.

i’ll die anyway: similar vein to the above. sad dazai.

juliet: the opening verse is so dazai core to me it hurts. “but i need to understand/when I can power through/and when i need some help from you/when i should stand my ground/and when i need to just sit down/sometimes i act like i know/but i’m really just a kid” all of this speak to dazai and his relationship with chuuya, specifically with accepting his help with his little space. he doesn’t know what to do, how to handle anything, when he’s little he is just a baby. chuuya knows what to do, what will help him feel better, knows how to take care of him and make him feel good. and dazai has mixed feelings on that, because he loves chuuya and he loves his attention, but it hurts to receive sometimes, and it hurts to not know what’s going on with himself, and that chuuya knows better what to do. he feels out of control and he doesn’t like it, but he still trusts chuuya and yeah it’s a whole thing.

i’ll keep you safe: chuuya song. very straight and to the point, chuuya just wants to keep dazai safe and happy and he wants to protect him, be there for him, quiet all the bad thoughts in his head. he knows how much it takes for dazai to regress at all, and the fact that he keeps doing it around chuuya (even though sometimes it is out of either of their control) just proves a huge amount of trust and chuuya values that so deeply, and that is a bond he would never dream of betraying or breaking.

rises the moon: imma be honest this one’s just for the soft vibes. i could see chuuya humming it as a lullaby, but mostly it just made me feel soft and happy so i put it on here.

small hands. this song. this song oh my god. i love this song so much it hurts. anyway it’s chuuya talking to dazai, “if you need come build your home in me, i can’t fix what was done to you, but i’ll shield you from the rain.” it’s chuuya knowing he can’t go back and erase dazai’s past, but being here for him now. he’s here now, and he’ll be here in the future. “cause i never mind, no matter the day or time, i never mind” chuuya would do anything to be there for dazai, it’s him telling him to reach out for help, telling him it’s okay, telling him he truly doesn’t mind, he wants this. he wants to care for him, to help. “and all the anchors that they hid inside your chest/we will unravel all of the chains/toss the remnants all down the drain” the anchors and chains being the trauma mori’s instilled about little space being bad. that dazai’s not supposed to, that he just push through and push it down and be fine. it’s chuuya telling him that’s not how it works, but together we can get you to regress safely and see that it’s not bad, it doesn’t have to scary, it can even be fun sometimes. it’s the slow process of working through all that trauma. “i will be there to pick up the pieces, and keep you housed while you bend them up” literally just chuuya always trying to have dazai over. his apartment is so much better than dazai’s shipping container. like just objectively. “if you wind up in the dark again/just turn and call my name/if the fire in your chest goes out/well i’ll hold you all the same” this whole bit also makes me think of after dazai bit tsu. “if you wind up in the dark again” is dazai going back to his container alone and scared. dazai doesn’t even need to call chuuya’s name before he’s showing up to help him, even if it’s a bumpy ride getting on the same page. “well i’ll hold you all the same” goes for chuuya’s feelings towards dazai in general. he wants to care for dazai in and out of headspace, it’s just the type of care looks different depending on where dazai’s at. sometimes it’s holding him in his arms, sometimes it’s pulling him back from a ledge. sometimes it’s gently feeding him a bottle, sometimes it’s forcibly fighting him into dry, clean clothes so he doesn’t get sick. and now for my favorite line “if you need to take this out on me/well you know i won’t complain” it’s chuuya never getting angry at dazai’s outbursts in headspace, cuz he knows how hard it is, how hard his baby is trying, he just doesn’t know what else to do with his overwhelming feelings. so chuuya takes his outbursts and handles them, and he’ll never hold them against his baby, because he’s literally just a baby what else is he supposed to do but cry and lash out when he’s tired and grumpy.

tired: sad tired dazai and specifically the line “cause i’ve been eating less all day/to give my brain some extra space to think.”

coffee: I know it’s called coffee but honestly this makes me think of chuuya prepping dazai’s bottles, making sure it’s just the right temperature, the right flavors for his baby. vanilla and strawberry, something more special than just milk. it’s cute.

feb 14: honestly i just kept coming back to this song and the playlist didn’t feel complete without it but i couldn’t tell you why, i don’t have a real detailed reason for it other than vibes.

this side of paradise: chuuya not wanting dazai to feel lonely/be alone and scared while in headspace. “come be lonely with me” all that jazz. i chose the slow version cuz the og felt to fast paced and overwhelming compared to the rest of the playlist, and i this fit it better.

[awfullybigwardrobe44]

Empty Church reflections

Last night I went back to church several hours after rehearsal to retrieve something I’d left by accident. I think there was one car in the entire parking lot, and even then I’m not sure anyone was there.

The lights were all on in the sanctuary just like they would be if we were having a normal rehearsal, and the tech booth had lights on, but I think everyone was at dinner. There may have been one person there but I have no idea where they were if they were there.

It was the weirdest feeling. And it was honestly more positive than negative. But I’m still thinking about it.

I peeked out onto stage from the curtains, because I was afraid someone would see me and be either startled or weirded out by me just Lurking. But I wanted so badly to just go stand in the middle of stage and just feel the entirety of the No One Is Here feeling

It’s this building I love and have been hanging around at for 10 years. (I’ve been attending for longer than that but that’s how long I’ve been on the worship team and been familiar with the backstage and stage areas.) And it’s where I often see this team I love with my whole heart.

And also, just the anticipation of Christmas Eve. In the next week, that sanctuary will see probably a thousand people, and honestly probably more than that. We will play through the music for 4 services.

And for a moment, it was just me there. Just one person.

They say that “church isn’t a building,” and that is absolutely true. A church can be a small group of people meeting up anywhere.

But the buildings are special too. There’s something “magical” about them, especially when you’re there alone. I don’t like using that word here, but it feels like the right word. Because it feels “spiritual,” but I don’t like using that word because it’s not that the church building itself is Holy or something, it’s just a building.

But I’ve had talks with friends who agree that the buildings are so special. There’s another church in my area where I grew up playing with my friend on random weekdays and helping my mom decorate her classroom when she worked at the preschool there. Playing in church buildings is a really kind of magical feeling too.

Enjoy some pics of my church the past few years. Most of these are from Christmas services but not all. Just because I’m feeling nostalgic. None of these capture the I’m Alone At Church feeling, but they’re special to me anyway so I feel like including them.

Pic our piano player took of me one Sunday

Fun fact! The lady with the glowing hair is Filipino celebrity Jaya! She attended my church and served on the worship team for probably 2-3 years before moving to a different state. She is the sweetest, most humble famous person who probably ever existed.

This is a moment where we sing Silent Night completely acapella and the singers don’t use their mics, so it’s just the entire congregation singing together with their lit candles raised. Chills every time.

My view from stage a few Christmas Eves ago. This song was absolutely magical and I worked so hard on those runs, and I was proud of how it turned out.

View from backstage, maybe last year (?). It’s funny because this year they put lights on JUST the fronts of the trees so from backstage it looks really funny.

View from the congregation last year. I love the forest of Christmas trees but it actually makes it really difficult to walk around on stage 😅

And my view from stage this year. You can actually see how the Christmas tree that’s almost center doesn’t have lights on the back 😂

[asher-agere]

is it alright if I make a request for little shiho and cg Ichika hurt/comfort maybe? exhausting days prompt these guys to rotate in my head.. music guys

-🌙

They’re such good guys to have rotating in your head though! But I am sad you’re having exhausting days :( I’ll try to help cheer you up! Even if it’s late-

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‏𖦹 A lot of the time Shiho worries her friends will leave her alone. Scared that one day she’ll ask for to much and they’ll leave her. Scared that they’ll find someone better… And from her perspective regressing is just another scary thing that could lead to her losing her friends (ó﹏ò｡) Would they think it’s weird? So she hides it! She’ll completely isolate herself, even is it means skipping practice. Then once she’s in her big headspace she’ll come up with some lie “I wasn’t feeling well” or “Sorry I was busy helping out Shizuku” maybe even “I was given a last minute shift at my job” She feels bad. But she also feels like it’s necessary

𖦹 Ichika however isn’t fooled by these lies! Ichika knows that even if Shiho got busy, she’d reach out to at least one of them and explain in that moment. Shiho wouldn’t want to worry her friends! So when Shiho doesn’t show up Ichika just goes to her house! She’ll chat with Shiho’s parents, explain she just wants to check in on Shiho, then heads up to her room! Which is… Locked. And blocked by a chair (How does a baby know how to do this? She’s only a grand total of 3 years old)

𖦹 Ichika of course calls out to Shiho, but all she hears back is a tiny whimper of a scared baby. She was caught. Now Ichi is gonna hate her and leave her and she’ll be alone and- Ichika hears the distressed girl though and keeps talking to her! She explains that she’s not upset, she was just a little worried about Shiho! She’ll mention fun times they’ve had together which calms the baby down! Once the sad little whimpers go away Ichika gently asks if Shiho can open the door, and a few seconds later it cracks open to reveal Shiho, nibbling on a bunny plushy (She got it when she was like 4, Shizuku has a matching one) and wrapped up in a star blanket (Leo/Need has matching star blankets that they take to the roof of their Sekai for stargazing because I say so)

𖦹 Ichika instantly goes in and closes the door behind her! She doesn’t know what’s going on, but she knows Shiho is sad, so she’ll comfort the little one! She’ll give Shiho a big hug and cradles her, sings her a song maybe even! She knows the things Shiho worries about so she reassures the baby that she’s not going anywhere! Eventually Shiho falls asleep, sleepy baby, then when she wakes up she explains things properly to Ichika! Ichika is of course accepting! She diligently researches to help Shiho out as much as she can!

“Hey Ash these aren’t headcanons-“ INSPIRATION. IT WENT BAM POW AND I WROTE WORDS. Headcanons incoming \(^ヮ^)/

𖦹 I think before Ichika found her Shiho tried to go to the Sekai when she regressed. That way no one could find her, she wouldn’t be bothering anyone. But when she arrives it notifies the Vocaloids (ó﹏ò｡) Poor baby leaves as fast as she possibly can and goes to cry in her bedroom. Why is she such a bother everywhere she goes? She doesn’t wanna bother anyone… But she also feels so so lonely… Poor baby, she needs comfort

𖦹 Once Ichika knows though the little one gets so much comfort! She’ll order cute baby items. Mainly star themed for Leo/Need or bunny themed for Shizuku! Shiho always needs reminders that the people in her life love her! Ichika has photo albums of when Leo/Need hangs out that she’ll show baby Shiho! She’ll point out how happy everyone looks and explain that they wouldn’t be that happy without Shiho there!

𖦹 Ichika’s singing is so soothing for the little baby! It reminds Shiho that her friends wanted to be with her so badly that they learned about music. Just for her!! She’ll just happily snuggle up to Ichika’s chest, nuzzle right up under Ichika’s chin all cozy! And Ichika rubs up and down the sweet girls back, gently singing soft lullabies… It isn’t long before Shiho is a sleepy baby. Stress can be so exhausting (>﹏<) Ichika happily holds her why she sleeps though! Wrapped up in her fluffy star blanket

𖦹 Pet names time! Ichika always aims to make Shiho feel treasured and loved, so she’ll use pet names like “Precious” “Baby” and she’ll also use “Starling”! It reminds poor little Shiho that she’s part of a group! It makes the baby giggle all cute and nibble on her bunny plushy! Ichika quickly replaces it with a pacifier of course. Shiho pouts a bit but she doesn’t really mind. Paci is nice too

𖦹 Sometimes Shiho struggles to express her feelings. She’s a stubborn little baby. Ichika offers lovely alternatives! Like maybe just a thumbs up or thumbs down, drawing a picture- But no. Shiho just looks away from her with a whine. Ichika has to bounce the little one in her lap, gently brushing through her hair and whispering gentle praise to encourage Shiho to explain a bit. Eventually she’ll open up! Just takes some time hehe

𖦹 Also candy! Ichika will look for cute candies and always bring some for Shiho! Especially anything star shaped hehe. Ichika will break things into tiny bits and hand them to Shiho, super careful to make sure the baby doesn’t eat too much too fast and choke! Shiho is pretty careful though, and she never demands more. She’s a very chill, go with the flow kind of baby. Whatever Ichika says is what’s gonna happen

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Yay posting normally again! Shiho is so baby… We love the baby bassist! Wait I’m gonna make that a tag…

[merakiui]

oh my god… i just read ‘the most dangerous game’ on ao3 and while i was at the part of where jade pretends to be floyd while they… ya know 🥴

i was listening to phantom of the opera’s ‘medley : down once more / and track down this murderer’. and i just wanna you to know the heavenly experience i had cause OH MY LAWD

(~5:35 in the song, which is the duet/ trio between the phantom, raoul [love interest] and christine [main girl] )

and i LOVE how beautifully it connects. with reader’s confusion about their sudden flooding thoughts of jade. why they keep thinking about him even though they’re WITH floyd

while jade is going to the ‘point of no return,’ he literally cant go back. hes pretending to be his brother to 1. plant more jade shaped seeds in their head & 2. HES LITERALLY FUCKING THEM AS HIS BROTHER WHO HE KNOWS THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON. so yeah: he’s literally crossing the ‘point of no return,’ and he knows that. that this will either work out, or horrifically blow up in his face. but that’s only if you found out ☝️😲

my favorite part is that when christine sings about the ‘angel of music.’ the man [phantom] who was there in the shadows supporting her, yearning for her, loving her obsessively to the point it scared her (jade was much more discreet but that’s not the point)

a bit later in the song she sings ‘angel of music you have deceived me’ and i LOVE how it timed up when i read it. and she goes about how ‘she gave her mind blindly’

cause that’s EXACTLY what happened. jade played and deceived reader like she was a piece on a chess board. she literally let him into her mind because she wanted floyd so badly. he literally took over her mind as her thoughts slowly started contain less floyd and more of jade.

also, in the way he deceived her; jade never was going to help them with floyd, and made that ‘contract’ under false pretenses cause this was him making his attack. (ambush hunter, and you know that man was cooking shit up for months too, maybe it got sped up when reader wanted a job at monstro)

(this song also came again when reader and jade were in the ocean 🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 and ARGGHHH. i’m gonna lose my sanity im in love)

but also. the song before this is literally ‘the point of no return’ and reader the floyd part while listening to it was just spine chilling. but the icing on the cake for me was the medley 🤤

sorry for the long ask, but i just- i’m literally in love with your writing, the planning that goes into is just awe-inspiring. i love how you give us readers things at face value before revealing smthn HUGE but if you go back and reread you’re like ‘how the FUCK did i miss that’, or when everything gets packaged in a nice little bow (so coquette 🤭🎀)

any ways, just wanted to share this with you! keep up the great work‼️ (i’m foaming at the mouth for more jade)

:O :O :O :O !!!!!!!! AAAAAA THAT SONG AND THOSE MOMENTS FROM IT CONNECT SO PERFECTLY..... "plant more Jade-shaped seeds" omg that's so true. >_< he really did surpass the point of no return in that scene just to ensure you slowly but surely thought less of Floyd and more of him throughout the time you spend together. It was so high-stakes, too. Either it works wonderfully or, as you noted, it completely blows up in his face.

And you're right!!! Jade was never going to help you get closer with Floyd. He was willing to entertain and enable your obsession, but that's as much as he'll do. He's just in it for his own benefits and to hopefully twist your perception so that you might fall for him instead. He really was cooking that plan up months in advance. T^T what an evil eel... I love the Phantom of the Opera and its soundtrack,, <3 your ask reminded me of just how brilliant it is!!!! I need to listen to all of the songs again. >w<

Thank you for reading and enjoying tmdg!!!!! I'm happy you like the way I write. One of my favorite things to do is write scenes in which you can glean new information after a reread. >:D there are so many tiny details sewn into tmdg and topped off with a pretty bow!! Very coquette indeed!!!! (˘ ˘ ˘)💖

[matashaw]

The Hydra trio

≫ hey! I decided to make headcanons of them since they’ve been growing inside me all summer. And why the fuck have I only found 1 person that ships them? This should be considered a crime!! (Take this as a gift pls @gastaticn <3)

(tw for slight nsfw in the ship headcanons part)

General headcanons:

Liquido

Demi boy, gay, he/they pronouns and a heart full of rage

Australian but with Dutch descendants

Uses a cheap cologne Del Aqua got him on his birthday, it was 3 euros but it somehow works pretty well! “But, isn’t Del Aqua rich?? Isn’t líquido pretty rich too?” Yeah he’s rich but his ass isn’t spending his money on colognes, he’s spending it on alcohol! And Del Aqua forgot about his birthday so he just took the first cologne he saw

Has a mullet because if his hairstyle has no haters IM DEAD, also a mullet suits him a lot! (oh and he’s got a light blue hair with darker blue highlights too)

MEAN GAY PORN STAR MEAN GAY PORN STAR MEAN GAY PORN STAR

Skipper

cis, pansexual, he/him pronouns

Italian mom and Canadiense dad, born in Italy

The mom of the group <3 (he’s as insane as them but gladly is the only one that still has some brain cells left)

Has a huge tattoo of a shark in his back, the first time his teammates saw it they were all like “uh, you know that shit will be there forever, right?” Expect for Shane, Shane was admiring it and literally asks skipper to show her his tattoo every time she has the chance

Shane Finn

Demi girl, bisexual, any pronouns but prefers she/her

her mom is Colombian, dads Argentinian, born in Portugal. Loves her parents with all her heart btw

LOVES cats, once found a cat in the streets and adopted it, she’s never been happier

Can be quite nice, usually only gets in trouble when Liquido convinces her to. she really doesn’t like talking to the opponents a lot, she’d usually respond with “yeah” “mhm” to literally anything they’re saying

One of the prettiest players in the super league but doesn’t get as many fan girls because football 360º fucked up her image

Ship headcanons:

skipper is one of the most romantic persons you’ll ever meet, and that warms up Shane so badly! It also warms Liquido but when I mean warms him up I mean it in a “getting horny” way

And yeah, Liquido is usually the horniest of the 3 by a HUGE difference. He can have sex in almost any surface! Which is quite impressing to be honest

Shane has an HORRIBLE memory for when it comes to birthdays. She can remember the whole Mamma Mia musical script but somehow doesn’t remember Líquidos and Skippers birthdays

Do I have to say it or? Shane LOVES musicals. She was actually a huge theater kid back in high school and sometimes sings some songs while cooking or when bored, Liquido despises it because he has an hatred to musicals

Skipper helps Shane and Liquido with their hairs

Liquido keeps trying to convince them to get matching hair colors but Skipper hates dyed hair and Shane just loves her hair too much to dye it

Shane keeps bringing in stray cats in the house and cries like crazy when Skipper tells her they can’t have another one more because they already have like 8 cats

LIQUIDO HATES CATS WITH A BURNING PASSION

He’s like the dad that told you he didn’t want any animals in the house but then you see him being the closest one with the animal

Fancy restaurants? Their dates are surfing together and throwing each others into the ocean

Liquido once broke his arm and made Shane and Skipper carry him to his house which was PRETTY far away

——“hey, but you can perfectly walk? It’s only an arm!”

——“Skipper, why are you pulling on my dick.”

Skipper loves playing with Shane’s hair and doing all kinds of braids and hairstyles

Liquido got them into making fun of North and keeps talking shit about him

got matching surfing boards

Once got caught kissing and Del Aqua had to go out and say the pictures were edited (they still laugh about it to this day)

They 3 have really different music tastes so trying to put music in the car is like war

NSFW headcanons

Shane and Liquido love sucking dick

When doing blowjobs they usually turn each other, one for example kissing Skipper and the other one sucking his cock

Shane is into hair pulling, and loves when Liquido or Skipper pulls her hair while fucking

Sadly, Shane doesn’t last a lot, she is usually done at round 2 while Skipper and Liquido have already lost the count

Liquido loves rough sex, which is something hard when one of his partners is pretty vanilla

Shane once passed out and Skipper freaked out because he thought they killed her (she woke up like 2 minutes later)

——“LIQUIDO WE KILLED HER OH MY GOD WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW? THIS IS NOT FUNNY LIQUIDO STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT”

——and Liquido pissing himself in the background

Shane likes exploring off her limits so she’ll on rare occasions ask Liquido to go rough but will tell him to stop after like 5 seconds

Liquido also loves stroking Shane’s dick, he loves when she tells him she’s about to cum

Oh and I forgot!! Shane moans at the tiniest delicate touch

Ok… that’s all!!

[qmorningcrew]

dump all your ideas abt ur summer camp au i want to hear it

ahhhhhh first of all anon ily <333

here’s my ideas for the summer camp au so far :)

- it’s called quesadilla summer camp (im so creative lmao)

- the camp was created on an experiment. if it went well, they would implement the plans on a larger scale. (what’s the experiment? it’s assumed it has something to do with crossing the language barriers but no one actually specifies)

- all participants get college scholarships

- but the whole thing is really badly executed? like it just does not have the set up or functionality of a normal summer camp

- there’s just very little supervision or guidance

- the camp is run by some version of the duck, and they’re very uninvolved which leads cucurucho and zero to just Not Care.

- counselors are rubius, cucurucho, and the code entity

- the code entity goes by zero

- zero really doesn’t talk but they all learn pretty easy it’s how fucking awful of an idea it is to piss them off

- cucurucho and zero are they/it besties

- rubius is the same age/around the same age as the campers, cucurucho and zero are older

- sometimes one the campers walks into their cabin and sees an entirely new person in their cabin, which is normal. they switch cabins constantly

- the first week people just keep. randomly wandering off. “where’s wilbur?” two hours later wilbur walks out of the woods with a rock. (not even like a cool rock. it’s just a normal fucking rock)

- phil’s the mom friend. but he’s still a disaster. he’s just the only one with any shred of responsibility. he’s also just got an aura of trustworthiness that makes everyone trust him with their problems

- fit is just. so chill

- he also just? always has what you need? “yeah sorry it’s a bit hot in here, a screw that seemed important fell out of the fan earlier so we haven’t turned it on yet” “oh! i think it’s in here- nope screwdriver’s in the left pocket, where did you say the screw was?”

- dan just kinda disappears for a bit? cucurucho tells the campers he went on vacation but they don’t entirely believe them. dan comes back a little different.

- spreen is always either starting chaos or nowhere to be found

- quackity manages to keep putting himself in the middle of like every problem whether he’s involved or not

- however charlie pretty much is always involved

- luzu is had DID and arin is an alter

- luzu does know about arin but he was just diagnosed and is still figuring it all out

- roier flirts with everyone (except jaiden, he respects her boundaries)

- wilbur brought his guitar with him and sings at the campfire some nights

- charlie only joins in on the meme songs

- jaiden finds the most. random shit. “hey guys i found $20 stuck to the bottom of the picnic table with a piece of gum” “oh dude look! a patch of four leaf clovers!” “woah look at this cool bottle cap i just found!”

- maximus is a conspiracy theorist but in like a, hey this actually genuinely makes sense kind of way

- bad is terrified of spiders

- he saw one in the bathroom of his cabin and was completely moved in to a different cabin within seven minutes

- roier finds this hilarious

- foolish and vegetta are dating. no one knows how they got together or when they got together. if you ask either of them, you’ll get two completely different answers

- the brazilians join two-ish weeks in

- they all arrive together in a bus together and have already formed a Friendship on the journey there

- the bus was almost set ablaze 4-6 separate times (depends on your definition on separate)

- there is an extremely done cucurucho driving the bus

- forever sees phil and immediately turns to tell felps how that is the man of his dreams

- mike and pac are inseparable. they’re just kind of always within the vicinity of each other.

- cellbit, bad, foolish, and maximus attempt to take over the camp together. it doesn’t go as planned.

[atlantablack]

you know i swear i'd give you anything

Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley | 2,080 | no archive warnings apply

on Ao3 or continued under the cut

Robin doesn’t really consider herself a jealous person. In general, she thinks she’s fine sharing people’s attention. She’d shared Steve’s attention with the kids for nearly a year after all. 

But then Vecna happens and in the aftermath, Steve starts hanging out with Nancy and Jonathan occasionally. He starts going to Eddie’s nearly every time he’s not with Robin. And sure, he’ll still drop everything if she calls, which is gratifying in and of itself, and it’s not like they don’t still hang out an obnoxious amount but she’s sharing his affection with other people their age and she kind of fucking hates it. 

And look, Robin knows it’s irrational, of course she knows. But there’s some part of her still waiting for Steve to get tired of her and leave. The same part of her that still can’t believe he stuck around in the first place. Because she’s a girl who turned him down and no matter how good the reason it doesn’t change the fact that she said no. She hadn’t expected him to stay her friend after that. 

She hadn’t. But Steve loves to throw her expectations for him out the window so maybe she should have expected it. Except now, of course, she’s gotten so used to having him around all the time that sharing him seems to be some kind of injustice. 

She tries to keep it secret though. She smiles at Nancy, which isn’t really a hardship. She jokes around with Eddie, which is honestly so much fun. But then she has to go home and Steve will drive off smiling while Eddie, badly, sings along to some song she doesn’t know and the jealousy roots even deeper in her lungs. 

Like, sure, she can forgive Nancy and Jonathan. She can justify them, if only to appease her own jealousy. Nancy and Jonathan were, technically, here first. They were there for the monsters before Robin ever was. But Nancy broke Steve’s heart and left him, Jonathan her willing accomplice, so really, Robin thinks she’s entirely fucking justified in wanting them both to stay the fuck away from Steve. 

She’s ignoring the part of her brain that also wants Steve to stay away from Nancy because handling one case of irrational jealousy is already bad enough. She refuses to juggle two. 

So, Nancy and Jonathan, she can almost get (except for all the way she really really can’t). But sometimes she sees Eddie leaning into Steve’s space and making Steve smile so goddamn wide and she wants to go pull his hair out of his skull. 

There must be something seriously wrong with her to resent that Steve has other friends now. She just really really really doesn’t know what to do about it. 

Eddie is the worst though. Is the reason the jealousy burns so hot in her throat it feels as if it’ll burn the whole town down. She’s blisteringly aware of why Eddie makes Steve smile so wide. Is aware of why Eddie monopolizes all of Steve’s time when he isn’t with her or the kids. She’s so aware of it that she wants to be sick. 

And see, here’s the part that makes her want to curl up into a ball of shame. The part that keeps haunting her, dogging her footsteps. She should be happy that Steve is like her. She should be over the goddamn moon. And she was, she is, but—

But, she keeps thinking about how one day, because she knows it’s an inevitability even if Steve is convinced it’s hopeless, Eddie is going to steal him away. Steve is going to fall more in love than he already is and they’re going to move in together and be even more sickening than they are now and then he just won’t have time for Robin anymore because who puts their best friend over their boyfriend right? Like, Robin knows how this goes, okay? She knows and she wants to claw Eddie’s eyes out until he goes away and she also wants him to never leave because Steve would be devastated if Eddie left now. 

The jealousy bubbles up her throat more and more now that summer is upon them. Graduation is a memory in the dashboard mirror and Steve spends as much time with Eddie as he does with her. Her throat won’t stop burning. 

She spends a lot of time with Nancy when Steve is with Eddie. And it helps, some days. Other days it makes the entire thing worse. Because she doesn’t want to be hanging out with Nancy. She wants to be on Steve’s couch watching stupid movies or next to his pool sun-soaked and safe. She wants them to be flat on their backs in Steve’s bedroom dreaming about their future apartment in San Francisco because of course Steve is going to follow her out there as soon as the kids graduate. She used to be sure this was an inevitability. 

She’s not sure of anything anymore. She blames Eddie, but mostly she blames herself. 

———

She keeps it under wraps for a few more weeks though. Nearly makes it to July. 

They talk about her gap year and make road trip plans for the fall after the Byers are back so that Steve can leave the kids without feeling guilty. She doesn’t burst into angry tears when Steve suggests taking Eddie and Nancy with them. 

And god, she still thinks she’s doing so well hiding all the ugly emotions bubbling up her throat. But she forgets sometimes that Steve knows her just as well as she knows him. 

“You don’t want them to come,” he says an hour after she’d begrudgingly agreed that having the other two along for the ride would be fun. 

“I never said that,” she says, not looking away from the tape she’s carefully winding back into place with a pencil. He hums doubtfully from where he’s perched on the counter watching her. 

“Pretty sure you were more excited about making molotov’s than you are about them maybe coming with.”

“What can I say, molotov’s are fun,” she says lightly, shrugging like it’s really just that simple. 

“Rob, come on, look at me please?”

She doesn’t. She can feel her shoulders trying to hike up, desperate to shield her. If she looks at him she’ll start crumbling apart. “It’s fine,” and her voice comes out too stiff for him to believe her but she pushes on regardless. “I’m fine with them coming.”

“But you don’t want them to come,” he insists, hopping off of the counter to crouch in front of her. “Rob, come on, what’s up? You’ve been acting weird for ages. I was waiting for you to talk to me about it but…Just, tell me what’s wrong. Please?” 

He looks so stupidly serious, eyebrows furrowed in concern, and horrifically she can feel her eyes burning. She wants to go back to when it was just them against the world. Wants to go back to pointlessly complaining about never knowing what they want or who they want it with. Wants to go back to the certainty that he was never going to leave her side. 

She doesn’t know when he wiggled so far under her rib cage that the idea of losing him became this insurmountable promise of grief. Maybe that had been inevitable the moment she’d stepped into that elevator. Like, if she didn’t know the taste of fear at seeing him limp and unconscious on the floor, covered in his own blood, if she hadn’t spent hours terrified he was going to be tortured while strapped against her back, if she didn’t know the way it felt when his breath hitched when he was terrified — maybe if she didn’t have that knowledge carefully boxed up and hidden between her bones, maybe she could be normal about this. 

“Are you still going to move to San Francisco with me?” She asks instead of answering his question. “When the kids graduate, are you still moving out there with me?” 

He frowns even harder. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” 

“What about Eddie?” It sounds even uglier when put out into the air between them. 

“What about him?” His voice trips up an octave, carefully light in that infuriating way he has about himself now whenever Eddie is mentioned. 

She swallows hard, can’t look him in the eye when she asks, “What are you going to do about him? If he doesn’t want to move out there. If you have to choose.” 

It’s silent for a long minute, the ticking of the clock grating against her ears. “Eddie and I aren’t dating,” he says finally, each word slower than the next. “You know that. And even if we were, Robin, I’m always going to choose you.” 

The tape slips out of her finger as she curls in on herself, arms over her head as she tries to tuck herself into the smallest ball that she can possibly be. Her chest feels like it’s shattering, like there’s going to be shards of bone lodged in her lungs for the rest of her life. 

It’s irrational. She knows that it's all irrational, and she thinks that makes it hurt even worse, but in the deepest recesses of her mind, there’s still a little girl, ten years old, braids swinging out behind her as she spins and spins and spins, all alone on the merry-go-round. She kept thinking, all throughout elementary school, that if she just kept trying, just kept waiting, eventually, her bestest friend in the whole world would appear. Like if she dreamed hard enough, wished hard enough, this imaginary person would step out of her head and be real. 

There had never been a best friend. There had been Barb, brief and bright before she’d left as well. She’d seen something in Nancy that had been lacking in Robin and that had been that. It feels like the cruelest turn of fate that after the monsters, after the nightmares and the freezing fear that Nancy was going to be Vecna’s next victim, after all of it – Robin can’t even blame her. Because she sees it too. 

She thinks part of her is still waiting for Steve to go running back to Nancy’s arms because surely he sees it too, that spark that Robin is missing. It’s just, she knows he won’t, of course she knows this. Just like she knows that he won’t abandon her just because he starts dating Eddie. 

But she’s never had anyone stay this long and she keeps thinking, there has to be a line somewhere, right? She keeps thinking that, but Steve is still here.

“Robin,” Steve’s voice is so achingly gentle, littered with remnants of a mall bathroom, and the crack in his voice as he’d said, oh. “Robin, is that what’s this been about?”

“No,” she says to her knees, voice choked and muffled. “No, I’m fine. It’s fine.” 

He laughs, hand curling around her ankle and squeezing tight. It’s more grounding than it has any right to be. “Come on, Rob. You know you’re always going to be my number one. End of the line you and me.” 

“End of the line,” she agrees, uncurling and slipping down onto the sticky floor so she can press up against his side. “You can make fun of me for this in an hour.” 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he says quietly, leaning his head against hers and tangling their fingers together. “I’m going to follow you everywhere, Buckley. You’re gonna get so sick of me.” 

“Yeah, probably. Guess you’ll have to never stop since you love annoying me so much.”

She untangles their fingers and holds her pinky out. “I’m calling dibs on getting buried next to you,” she says solemnly. “I don’t care what Eddie says.” 

He makes a choked snorting noise, cheeks flaring red, but he loops his pinky with hers. “I’m not great at math but I’m pretty sure there are two sides to a grave. You can both be buried next to me.” 

“Pinky promise?” 

“Yeah, I pinky promise.” 

[lupeloto]

i love to headcanon that mickey and ian have made a habit of singing together on their way home whenever they’re tipsy, and even sometimes when they’re not. ian will typically start singing and mickey will roll his eyes, secretly smitten over the huge grin plastered across his husband’s face…

“not happening, gallagher,” he’ll scoff, knowing he’s eventually be coaxed to join.

ian throws his arm around mickey’s shoulders, nudging him lightly, “it’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you” he starts yelling the lyrics to Africa by Toto, one of mickey’s favorite songs.

mickey can resist all he wants at first, but he always joins in and they sing (badly) all the way home. it feels good to them, knowing they started this tradition the night everything spiraled, so they sing and yell and hang all over each other without a care in the world, knowing that they have each other for and each other’s pitchy, off-beat singing for good.

[karis17love]

opinions on Skater Boy? I personally believe I’m an Albatraoz is singing about her breakup now. And if we go off both maps. Then it appears the breakup was quite messy but in the present day they all seem to be doing well. I’m an Albatraoz is a ballerina and confident in herself and Tyler and Lauren seem happy together.

btw love your memes! They’re the highlight of my day!

I see it like this:

I definitely think the coach from "I'm An Albatraoz" is singing about Lauren. The song is about "Lorry" - the little mouse, who is portrayed, well badly. Lorry definitely fits Lauren as a nickname. Besides, Lauren seems quite short to me, so calling her a mouse would also fit, lol

I think that both coaches are confident, know what they want and were in love with the same guy, Tyler. In "Sk8er Boi", we see Tyler changing, he's not the same boy he was anymore.

I think Tyler was happy in his relationship with ''I'm An Albatraoz'''s coach, but he wasn't completely himself, not like he IS with Lauren, which probably made the breakup much more painful for The Ballerina, and that's why she's so upset with Lauren, because if their relationship was good in her opinion and Tyler still left her for Lauren, like how can you not be mad??

Especially since I think they may have never really liked each other, different characters, etc.

So this is how I see the relationship between these three coaches.

I don't have an opinion on the map itself yet, but I like it! I like that Tyler and Lauren have different levels of difficulty when it comes to this routine, it is definitely a better idea of ​​integrating two dancers at different levels than was done in "Shoutout". The choreography is cool, I love the colors of this map and the coaches' outfits, but also the interactions between them, like for example the whole lifting the other person. It reminds me a lot of the older jd games. I also think it's the perfect map when you need to get rid of excess energy, something like "Happier Than Ever" or "Dharma".

It's not my favorite, but it's definitely a very good map <33

Also- Thank you! Sometimes I wonder if what I add is not too cringe/ if my humor isn't weird or if maybe it's better not to add or remove them, etc., so your words are really nice and important for me💗🥺