#throwing those last two in there for the albums

[webslingerofthegalaxy]

IT'S JUST *NSYNC NOT "JuStIn TiMbErLaKe AnD *nSyNc" YOU ABSOLUTE WAFFELS GOD DAMNIT

[harrysfolklore]

tom blyth being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation

this was inspired by @astranva’s famous blurbs, love you and miss you novs <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

It seemed like the entire world was crushing on the same man: Tom Blyth

Unfortunately for those who watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and came out of the theater in love with the man who played Coriolanus Snow, he was happily taken and loved to talk about his girlfriend any chance he got, which lead to fans making several compilations about the times he was a simp over his girl.

The most popular video was a 10 minute and 33 seconds compilation, which had around 445k views.

It started with Tom's interview with Good Morning America to talk about Billy the Kid, the interviewer asking about how he prepared for the role.

"It was during the pandemic, like any actor during that time I was just hoping that the world came back to normal so I could start making a cent," everyone in the set laughed at this, "I was living with my girlfriend YN in a barn house and we were like chopping wood every morning and visiting my friend's ranch. So when I got the part I kinda felt like I was ready for it."

"Your girlfriend, you say," one of the interviewers said making Tom smile right away, "Did she help you prepare for the role too?

"Of course she did, she's my biggest supporter ever."

The video moved to show some behind the scenes of Songbirds and Snakes footage, Tom dressed in his peacekeeper costume and dancing around while Rachel recorded him.

"See this moves?" he got closer to the camera, "I used them to charm my girlfriend."

"And I doubt they worked." Rachel laughed behind the camera.

"She loves me so I'm pretty sure they did."

The next thing shown was Tom sitting next to Hunter as they did an interview for Rolling Stone, the crew just asked about their thoughts on Olivia Rodrigo's single for the movie.

"I love Olivia Rodrigo," Hunter cheerfully said, throwing her arms up to the air, "The new album is so good."

"I'm a big fan as well," Tom joined in, "My girlfriend YN, she's obsessed with her, plays her songs all the time."

"Just so everyone knows, YN is like the coolest person ever," Hunter said, making Tom smile, "She brought us snacks on set so many times, such an angel."

"She's the best."

The following footage was Tom and Rachel's rapid-fire questions with Vogue.

"Can you guess where this is from?" Rachel asked holding up a card that showed a zoomed in picture of a suit.

"That's my Prada suit from the London premiere," Tom asked confidently, Rachel confirming that he was correct, "My girlfriend YN loved that suit, that's why It's one of my favorites."

"Oh I miss YN."

"So do I, so do I."

Next clip was Tom's interview Stephen Colbert, who just asked him if he was a fan of the books growing up.

"I was such a huge fan, I grew up watching the films. My mom and sister used to go to opening weekends to see the movies," the audience cheered at that, "Actually, for my third date with my girlfriend I took her to see the last movie, so getting to play a young president Snow is a real honor."

The video quickly moved to show the lat clip, one of Tom's interviews at the London premiere of the movie.

"Are you here on your own? No date?" The interviewer said once Tom finished answering the previous question.

"I'm here with my girlfriend, actually," his face beamed as he spoke, "She's probably somewhere taking selfies with Hunter, those two are like best friends."

"Is she close to your cast mates?" the interviewer asked again.

"Definitely, they try to steal her from me and I can't blame them, she's the best."

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kink-o-ween - day three

lance stroll - toys

cw: smut/pwp, mutual masturbation, sex toys, teasing/dirty talk, lance in love, (slight) jealousy

a/n: come as you are a real shop in toronto, and they're a co-op and very cool! so if you're in the canadian region and want some place to buy special toys. i'd suggest checking them out!

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

you enjoyed montreal, since you started seeing lance it had become a second city in the way. you obviously knew that it wasn't covered in snow all year, but to see the city in a sweltering heat of late summer was something else. but it was nice, being in the house that lance owned to spend the last days of summer break together.

but you knew that in the final days before the next leg of races, your boyfriend had a surprise for you. it came in a little pink box, unmarked of any logos, but what was inside sure excited you.

"i think most people just have sex." you remarked as you looked to your boyfriend. you were kneeling on the bed you shared all summer with a toy by your knees. it wasn't anything too special, even though the name of it made your ears hot. g-spot vibrator. this was supposed to hit in all the right places.

"i wanted yo try something different." he chuckled as he laid out on the foot of the bed, propped up on his elbow on his side. he was in loose sweatpants and a t-shirt from some promotion, "came all the way from toronto. from one of the best sex shops in the city." he chuckled. as if there weren't a million stores on st. catherines' alone.

come as you are was the name of the place. they were even nice enough to throw in information about how to use the toy and how to clean it. they seemed like nice people there.

"plus, i'm going to be gone soon and i don't need you getting cramps in your wrists from missing me too much." he chuckled, those dark eyes lingered on you barely clothed body.

nothing but panties and a shirt that made his logo stretch across your pretty titties. you looked at him and took the toy off the bed, "i guess i should get you something, so you don't pull something from jerking off so much during off time."

lance sat up and got his shirt off, "just fill a photo album of pretty pictures of you, babe. and i'll be set for the rest of the season." the toy laid between you two as you got undressed.

it felt weird to lie back with your legs spread out, practically in your boyfriend's lap with a pink silicon toy in your hand. you made eye contact with him before you slowly rubbed the toy up against your pussy. when you managed to get it on you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

lance was laid back at the foot of the bed his legs on either side of yours as he stroked his hard cock. this was a sight to see. his precious girlfriend, the one who he adored. he couldn't stop talking about you most of the time, now you were sinking a pretty toy into your sweet pussy.

while this wasn't traditional sex, it felt really good. your cheeks heated up as you moved the toy in and out of you. the vibrations made you nipples hard which only made lance's mouth water.

"how does it feel?" he asked as he continued to stroke his cock, "you look so good." he chuckled, "i hope he takes care of you while i'm gone. keeps you nice and busy while i'm winning for us."

you smiled a little, hiding your face with your other arm for a moment, "it feels good. i haven't had a sex toy since we started dating." you had fond memories of a lovely rabbit toy that you bought cheap in college. you peeked under your arm and said, "you became my favourite toy after that."

he chuckled before he spat in his hand and continued to stroke his cock. well, weren't you the romantic. he asked, "ah, so i guess i should toss it out then. don't want any competition."

you smiled at him before you let out another moan. you curled into yourself a little as you continued to work the toy against your g-spot. it made your toys curl. you replied, "no, no. sadly, as lovely as this toy is. i can't spend late nights talking to it, or have it cuddle me. it's a fat cry from you."

he leaned a little further back, bracing himself with his other hand while he pleasured himself. you looked beautiful. how your lips moved when the toy hit the right spot, how you jolted when you pulled it out and rubbed it against your clit. it was cute almost seeing you kick out your legs from the vibrations against your clit.

you could only put it on par with the time lance blew on your achy clit after what felt like hours of over-stimulation. it was the only time you almost kicked your boyfriend.

the two of you continued to pleasure yourselves. the toy felt really good, it was good quality that made you toys curl. you didn't want to think about the cost of it. lance liked to spend his money on you, something that made you frown. you didn't want to be the girlfriend who mooched off her successful man. but that was neither here nor there as you rubbed the toy up against your clit once more. stimulating and making your body grow more tense.

you could feel lance's hungry eyes on you as you dragged the toy back inside of you. allowing it to pleasure you in other ways. you moaned, "fuck, lance."

he chuckled softly as he felt the sweat on his neck from his own motions, "that's what you better say when you're playing with yourself." his voice was tinged with a little envy. but you only blushed more, you were the last person that would ever cheat. you were such the perfect girlfriend that lance could only get jealous of silicon and wiring.

you smiled at him, "don't worry, you'll both be called lance." you arched your back a little at the feeling. the pleasure was deep in your gut and moving through your blood. it left you feeling needy all over and you continued to pleasure yourself.

"you're such a-" he beamed at you.

you replied, "whatever you may call me, i'm still yours. through and through. and no little toy could ever prevent me from loving you. when you come back home, he'll be put back in the drawer. because i'll be too busy having the real thing." you then let out a sweet moan which only enticed your boyfriend more.

that was what he liked to hear. your love for him. it was something he yearned for at all times. he wanted to feel his beloved in every way he could have you. if he didn't give you the love and appreciation you deserved then he'd be a fool like no other. why fuck up perfection.

he held onto his cock a little tighter, pre-cum drooled all over his fist and he continued to masturbate in front of you. he drank in the sight of you like fine wine. you made his cock leaky and painfully hard, the sight of you pleasuring yourself.

"i love you." he said.

"i love you too." you giggled, your legs tensed up as you felt pleasure start to really circulate through you. you could feel your boyfriend's hungry gaze across your body. you wanted to shy away for a moment, but the intensity of his gaze on you made you excited.

you liked how lance looked at you, you didn't often feel like a goddess for worship (why would you?), but in the quietness of alone time with your boyfriend. you felt as beautiful as marble statues in a museum. a softness that could only be created with such delicate craftsmanship.

"you're beautiful." he said, "you better send me photos every day. doesn't even have to be of you naked. i just want to see you. you're my good luck charm." he attributed his better performance on the track to you being around him. when you hugged him and kissed him, you got your good luck all over him. you found it endearing, just like many other parts of him.

you tensed up a little more and felt yourself reach the peak of your climax. there was something different about getting to that high on your own. while lance did amazing work when he pleasured you. you knew your body better than he could so there climax was different. you arched your back a little and let out a sweet moan.

it only spurred your boyfriend to keep pleasuring himself as you rode out your orgasmic high. the sight of you was hot and left himself needy. he groaned at the sight of you climaxing. and he soon followed. he came all over his fist, cum dripping down his hand as he felt the tension course through him. when he finally relaxed and shakily exhaled.

"holy shit." he panted.

you chuckled and took the toy out of you. and laid there out on the bed. you drifted off for a moment and heard the tap run in the bathroom. but it wasn't long before you felt movement on the bed and when you opened your eyes, you were met with your boyfriend's big brown eyes looking down at you. he tossed the toy off the bed to be cleaned later.

"hey!" you said as he crowded your space.

"now." your boyfriend said as he kissed at your jaw, "let's see if i can one-up that toy." he rubbed his hardened cock up against your thigh, "don't want to get replaced."

you kissed him on the lips and said, "hmm, i don't know. it really did feel nice against my g-spot."

he licked his lips, "well then." he got between your legs and threw your ankles to your head, exposing your soaked cunt to him. he kissed at your slit and said, "i guess i better start now." <3

[m4iya]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PHOTOS

Hinata's smile is one that’s practically etched into the brain of nearly every person he’s ever interacted with - he’s always wearing the same beaming expression, right? Magazine covers, commercials, and merchandise - even people he didn’t know knew his iconic smile. So when he presents you his high school photo album, you almost find yourself playing ‘Where’s Wally?’ with this supposed permanent smile of his, struggling to find a semblance of it in any picture where he was aware he was having his photo taken. Either he was squinting, distracted, or looking in the wrong direction completely. He wasn’t even laughing, he just looked aloof; lost, even. On the other hand, there were still photos taken from a distance as he played in a match, or as he chatted with some teammates during time-outs, completely unaware of any camera. Looking at those pictures, you could practically hear his laughter resounding in your ears.

Kageyama is the absolute last person you'd expect to know how to pose for a picture - and well, he doesn't know how. Not naturally, at least. Whenever you whip out your phone, asking to take a picture with him, he takes at least a few seconds to stand up straight and think of a way to 'pose'. His limited poses include standing upright, standing upright but to the left or right, or folding his arms. You always reassure him that he doesn’t need to revise a pose every time he takes a photo, and he complains, saying that that’s 'too confusing to understand'. One of the only moments you're able to actually take a photo together without him going through his 'photo prep', is after his team wins a match. He'd sling a confident arm around your shoulder and smile brightly into the camera as if he'd didn't know it was even there.

Kuroo is well aware of how he looks in photos. Whenever you ask to take one together, he knows exactly how to pose, smile, and where to look. Sure he's always taking photos with you, but one look through his camera roll, and most, if not all of his photos are of you and only you. He's the type to buy you a dress and insist that you wear it the next time you both go out, not hiding his intentions to take pictures of you in it. Though, when you do eventually wear it, he’s instead roped into taking a plethora of photos together, mounting your phone to a wall for hands-free shots. He'd lean his forehead against yours, bringing your faces close. The pictures captured your smiles as they transitioned into giggles, but not his sneakily whispered comments that sparked said laughter. As the last photos clicked, you removed your phone from the wall and swiped through the photos as he perched his head on your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "That dress really does suit you. Maybe because I chose it?" You nudge him, coy laughter shielding any sly comment you would’ve shot back.

Goshiki doesn't take many photos of himself, so it really surprises him he sees the album in your phone thats full of pictures you've collected of him since you were both in high school. He'd inspect each and every picture, asking when, where and how you took them - except the photos the two of you snapped together at a cafe after school, or the ones taken discretely in class despite him telling you that your phone could get confiscated. Even though it isn't exactly in his nature to take selfies, he's somehow no stranger when it comes to posing in a picture, throwing up peace signs and whatnot. He'd 'act' like he didn't know what to do, but as soon as his face came into frame of the picture with you beside him, he'd have no trouble coming up with a fitting pose. You'd ask him why he didn't take many photos with his teammates back in high school, and he'd tell you he did - insisting that he had tons. Though, in the photos he showed you, his head was either barely poking out in the background, or it was a team photo taken by the school for articles and whatnot. But if you said anything, you'd risk disturbing the smile on his face as he reminisced, his sweet laughter threading the memories together.

Ushijima is pretty behind when it comes to knowing trends or poses, so his photos look more like passport or ID pictures than selfies; straight face, looking forward and staring directly into the camera. You try to persuade him to change his contact photo to something else, but he sees no use, stating that either way it's still a photo of him. Though, if the two of you do take pictures together, you're usually the one orchestrating it, telling him how to stand and whatnot. After one of his games, two of you were resting together on a couch at home, the back of your head leaning against his outstretched legs as scrolled through game highlights of one of the teams he’d be playing next. His attention was swept away when you called his name, showing him the photos you took earlier that day before his match. He seemed oddly interested, bombarding you with questions about what angle you used, what settings your camera was on what not. Looking up at his concentrated face, your sleeved hands moved to smush his cheeks together, "It's not that complicated," You'd chuckle, "You don't really need to calculate angles for a selfie. It's more like where you feel the vibes are at." He'd raise a brow. "The vibesh?" Letting go of his face, you could barely hold back your laughter at his muffled voice and overly serious interpretation of a pictures' composition - he’d probably pick up on it after a few more photoshoot sessions.

Yamaguchi usually shies away from any sort of selfie, opting to be behind the camera instead. You’d always sigh, commenting that he never takes pictures with you and in an attempt to defend himself, he’d bring up pictures that the two of you took back in high school. You, on the other hand wouldn’t let him take photos of you unless you were knew what was going on; being dressed up and aware of the photo and what angle it was being taken at. And so he would tease you about that. One day, you’d just gotten off work and were absolutely exhausted. Your phone dinged, a message from him showing up in your notifications. ‘Are you free?’ It read. Typing back a response, he immediately answered, ‘We can eat at my place if you want. I’m too tired to go out as well.’ You made quick stop at your apartment to change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable before heading over to his place. He opened the door a few seconds after you knocked, “Are you alright?” He asked. You knew you were exhausted, but you had no idea you’d still looked so disheveled even after washing your face and switching outfits. After the two of you shared the dinner he had whipped up, you slumped onto the couch and he followed soon after, leaning his head onto your shoulder. “What’re you doing?” He asked. You had your camera open, examining your face. You looked like you had been ran over - an absolute mess. Suddenly, his hand slowly took the phone out of your grasp, holding it at a lower angle. He took a couple pictures, prompting you to make a funny face. Clicking on them, the two of you giggled at each other’s expressions. “See? You don’t have to be all dressed up for a picture,” He said, sending the photos to his contact using your phone. “You’re you, you’re not a dress up doll.” You slumped your head onto his, sighing. “You’re telling me that? A picture of you on my phone is like, super rare.” You chuckled. “..Don’t get used to that.” He murmured. You could see the smile on his face as he took his own phone, setting one of the pictures as his lock screen background.

Bokuto's face is plastered all throughout your camera roll. Pictures of the two of you hanging out together, photos he'd send you at practice, and close ups and unflattering angles he'd snap of himself while you weren't paying attention. You've never witnessed him shy away from a camera whether it was an interview or a commercial. Online, he was loud, the eyes of some onlookers being practically glued to him. Though eventually, his energy does drain out, being one of the only times where he simply wants to rest without looking down the lens of a camera. He'd slump down on the couch, sighing dramatically, and that'd be where you'd step in. You'd to him ramble about his day as his voice became drowsier, his sentences becoming nonsensical as they cut off midway, and in time, he'd slowly doze off. His body would rise and fall with each soft breath, murmuring random phrases in his sleep. His once slicked hair that now had strands loosely falling over his forehead, accompanied by his slightly upturned lips - This was something that those news reporters and bloggers would probably never get to see.

Akaashi owns a camera that he uses quite often. Not long after meeting you, his memory card became flooded with pictures of your different outings, your face being the subject of most. After suggesting that the two of you go to a flower garden together, he agreed, taking his camera along with him. However, one thing that he'd overlooked, was that his memory card was full and he'd completely forgotten to buy a new one. Noticing this, you stated that your phone camera worked just fine, and that you'd be the photographer this time around. You captured his smile as it shifted from wry to bright, his lips curving upwards and paving the way for a small dimple on his right cheek - one you had no idea was even there.

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[weirdsht]

hii can u do smth with cale thats epic the musical themed? like krs' old lover transmigrated to tcf's world too and wyfilwma is playing,,, the vibes and all yk??

Cale reunites with his lover ❤️

Even After Everything - Cale/Reader

a/n: i love how you guys keep giving me reasons to relisten the entire epic album (i already listen to it on a daily basis). also, aside from this fic, i have a old fic with a similar premise titled pledge

tags: no specific gender mentioned for reader, death, vague novel spoilers about cale's past life, passive suicidal thoughts, passive self-destructing tendencies

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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yes i use youtube music, deal with it

You were each other’s world.

In a barren world where everything was flipped upside-down in one night. The two of you held onto each other. Comforted one another through all the deaths. Held onto the other’s arms when one was breaking.

You were each other’s rock in a world so unstable.

So what happens when that rock is ripped away from Kim Rok Soo’s arms?

The last thing he was holding onto after everything that happened to him.

After the death of his parents.

After the death from the shelter during the catalyst.

After the death of his comrades.

After the death of his brothers.

You were the only thing he had after all those tragedies. The one last light he was trying to protect—Kim Rok Soo’s sole reason to wake up every day with a smile on his face.

Yet you were ripped away from him.

“I’ll see you again. I don’t know when I don’t know how. But I’ll make it happen.”

Those were your last words to him. Even when you were in pain you still thought of comforting him first. Still thoughtful as ever that you took his record into consideration and left him last words that would bring him hope.

And hope did it bring.

Kim Rok Soo is still a broken man. Broken beyond relief from all the tragedies fate has befallen his mortal and weak body.

Still

Yet still

He wakes up every day. Does his job as team leader. Gets back up whenever he falls.

And the reason?

It was because whenever Kim Rok Soo thought of ending it all your words replay in his head. As much as he longs for your reunion, he knows you will get mad if he throws everything away just to be with you.

That was why he persevered. With your words in mind, he works hard and looks forward to the day he meets you once more. He doesn’t know when, nor does he know how it will happen, but he still looks forward to it as you never break your promises.

After years— decades of waiting the promised day was finally within reach.

He first saw you as one of the nobles attending the king’s celebration. Apparently, a new money noble who has done so much for the kingdom for the past years that the crown granted you a title.

Even after years of not seeing you, he knew at first glance.

How could he not recognise his love?

His strength?

His reason for holding onto this wretched life for this long?

Even without record, Cale Henituse knows for a fact that he will be able to recognise you from a single strand of your hair.

Even if blinded, he would be able to recognise your scent and differentiate your voice from the chaos.

Cale Henituse— no, Kim Rok Soo longs for you. Longs for even just your fingertips to be within his reach.

Yet he fears the possible rejection that you may push onto him.

Hence the nervousness that seems to envelop his entire being as Amiru introduces you as one of the possible investors in their project. 

Hence the palpitation his own ears could hear as he knocked on your door with the guise of talking about business.

Cale practised in his head the things he would say. How he would introduce himself. The way he would apologise for not meeting your expectations, for changing because of all the things that happened to him and all the years passing by.

Yet despite all that preparation, Cale could only exhale your name as he properly gazed into your eyes.

“My love? Is that you? Are you finally back in my arms?”

Cale doesn’t know how to answer that. Stupefied for yes it is him, but it’s not him at the same time.

“I’m not the same man you left back on earth. I’ve changed and I’m not sure if I’m still what you were expecting.”

Your lover confesses solemnly, still standing in the doorway. Despite having an entirely different appearance you could still recognise those eyes of his. Albeit they have grown weary over the years you haven’t been in each other’s arms.

“I grew tired of life. Lost the drive to do good that might have been the reason why you loved me. There were days when I thought of ending it all. Times when I questioned if what I was doing was worth it. My hands and conscience are soiled. I don’t know if I can go back to being the same man that you loved.”

You sauntered over to where he was. Once you were face-to-face you took his hands and held them with your own. Cale’s breath hitched while your heart beat so fast you swear he could hear it.

“Does this mean you’re breaking your promise?”

You softly asked as you moved to untangle your hands from his. However, before you could do so, Cale tightened his hold. Even going as far as to intertwine your fingers.

“NO… no, never. I would never do that, never to you. It’s just- it’s just that I might not be what you’re expecting. I might not be able to give you the love you’ve been waiting for.”

Panic is evident in Cale’s voice. Your strong lover, the renowned tactician back on earth, reduced to a trembling mess at the mere thought of never feeling your warmth once again.

“Then you must really be my love, the same man I fell in love with all those years ago.”

You squeezed his hands once more. This time assuring him that you aren’t going anywhere.

“I loved you because you’re you. Nothing will change the fact that you’re my beloved. The one for me, my only soulmate in every lifetime. It matters not to me the changes time has brought for you are still you and that’s what matters.”

Untangling your hands in order to hold his face, you took in his new appearance. Properly gazed into those eyes of his that held so much love for you.

“I love you. I always have and always will.”

With that, your lips finally connected. 

The past cannot be overwritten. Surely there will be times when one of you will wake up from a nightmare because of the various tragedies you have experienced from your past lives.

But that’s okay.

For this time you are back in each other’s arms. This time you can rely on each other once more. 

This time you have another lifetime that you can spend with each other.

And that’s the only thing that matters.

[cosmiclily]

chapter nine: the edge

wc: 2.8k

notes: next chapter will be the interview that i mentioned a couple of chapters ago!!! pls send some questions to our fellow rock stars

Apparently, sex was, in fact, a fantastic creative exercise—or at the very least, an excellent incentive for spitting out lyrics. Once you figured that out, the entire process of choosing lyrics, organizing tracks, and brainstorming ideas became a hell of a lot easier.

Writer’s block? Fixed with Vi’s hands gripping your hips, her mouth marking a trail down your stomach.

Frustrated over a melody that wouldn’t click? Easily solved by the way she pressed you into the mattress and pulled sounds from your lips sweeter than any song you’d ever written.

Tension from long hours in the studio? Well… she had a very effective method of dealing with that.

Of course, you weren’t oblivious. You knew exactly what Vi was doing—using you as a distraction, a way to keep from drowning in whatever emotions those songs dragged back up. You knew she was using you to not think about her. Caitlyn.

But when Vi held you like that, when her fingers tangled in your hair, when she bit down on your neck just enough to make you shiver, when she touched you exactly the way you needed to be touched? None of that mattered. Not even a little.

And, honestly? It was a great way to de-stress.

The long nights spent cramped in the studio became more bearable when you knew you could go home and have Vi all to yourself.

It was like having a place where the weight of the world could just melt away. You got to pull her closer, scratch, bite, and touch every inch of her as if she was yours to do with as you pleased.

And the memories were almost addictive. Every time the pressure of the studio, the deadlines, or a fight with someone built up, you could close your eyes and retreat to your happy place.

“We’re almost finished here,” Archie said, barely looking up from his tablet. “Mark was talking to me about promotions, interviews, appearances—the whole deal. So clear your schedules.”

You sat back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head with a satisfied sigh. For the first time in months, the studio didn’t feel like a pressure cooker. No one was snapping at each other out of frustration, no one was sulking over failed ideas, and—most importantly—no one was on the verge of throwing their instruments against the wall.

The hard part was finally done.

You’d recorded a couple of solid tracks, and almost every song you wanted for the album was ready. The weight that had been crushing your shoulders for months had finally eased, letting you breathe a little easier.

“Finally,” Jinx groaned, throwing herself onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “If I had to listen to one more version of that last chorus, I think I’d start hearing it in my dreams.”

Ekko smirked, tuning his bass idly. “You say that like you don’t already.”

Jinx pointed a finger at him without lifting her head. “Shut it, time boy.”

Vi chuckled from her spot by the drum set, twirling a drumstick between her fingers. “Admit it—you’re gonna miss all this once we’re done.”

Jinx peeked up at her with a lazy grin. “I’ll miss driving you crazy. That part was fun.”

You shook your head, laughing, before glancing back at Archie. “So, what’s next?”

Archie scrolled through his tablet before giving you all a pointed look. “Now? We get ready to *sell* this thing. That means promo shoots, interviews, maybe even a live session or two.” He narrowed his eyes. “So, try not to look half-dead for the cameras, alright?”

You snorted. “No promises.”

“Great. Love the enthusiasm,” Archie deadpanned before turning back to his notes. “Now, let’s talk deadlines…”

He turned his tablet to us, displaying his calendar.

“This month, we’ll be finishing the recording, and the producers will take care of the rest. Next week, we want to shoot some pictures for the cover and also do some introductions for your channel—you know, fan stuff,” he rushed through, glancing up at us, his finger hovering over the screen. “And we want to do an interview, answering questions from your fans, and some general stuff.”

He continued explaining the calendar details, but you couldn’t help but notice the way everyone else’s faces seemed to blur into confusion. You weren’t the only one who was a little lost in the whirlwind of the plans. With everything that had been happening in the studio lately, the reality of the promotion process felt like a whole new beast to tackle. The recording was one thing, but now there were public appearances, live sessions, photo shoots, and interviews to manage too.

Vi, sensing the shared hesitation, shot you a quick, silent look across the room, one brow arched in that familiar, unspoken question. Is this what we’re really getting into?

You couldn’t help but grin and shrug. “Fan stuff, huh? Sounds… fun.”

Jinx leaned back in her chair with a loud groan. “Wait, wait, hold up. So now we’re gonna have to look good for the cameras too?” She ran a hand through her messy hair. “I mean, sure, we look good, but I’m not exactly camera ready.”

Ekko chuckled, clearly amused. “Jinx, I think the camera is going to need a lot more than a filter to handle you.”

Jinx shot him a glare. “If you’re trying to be funny, it’s not working.”

Archie’s face was a mixture of professional concern and barely-contained amusement. “Look, I know this is a lot, but we’ve been working for this moment. The album’s almost ready, and now we need to give people a taste of what’s coming. You want them to care, right? Then we have to make them care.”

Vi, ever the voice of reason, raised her hand, leaning forward to address the group. “We’ve been locked in here for months. It’s time to show the world what we’ve been working on. Let’s just get it over with, yeah?”

There was a brief silence, followed by murmurs of agreement. Everyone seemed to acknowledge the inevitable.

“Alright,” you said with a deep breath, sitting up straighter, “let’s just get this done. We’ve made it this far.”

Archie nodded, satisfied. “Good. So, here’s the schedule for the next two weeks. Let’s get moving on it.” He handed out the specific tasks and assignments, detailing each member’s role in the upcoming photo shoots, interviews, and other appearances.

As he wrapped things up, the room fell into a quiet hum of anticipation. This was the next phase—one where the music wasn’t the only thing that mattered anymore.

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You were paired off in twos to film a short introduction video for yourselves and the album—Vi and you, and Ekko with Jinx. Archie gave you the freedom to choose where you wanted to film and what you could talk about (as long as you stuck to the schedule, of course).

Vi suggested filming at your place, claiming “the plants give off a nice vibe.” You didn’t argue—if it made things easier, you were all for it. So, to your apartment you went.

As you both stepped inside, Vi kicked off her boots near the door while you tossed your keys onto the table, the familiar clatter echoing in the quiet space. The apartment felt weirdly calm compared to the chaotic energy of the studio. But now came the hard part—figuring out what the hell to do for this video.

“So, what do you think we should do?” Vi asked, her voice casual as she wandered over to your living room, eyeing the plants like they’d give her the answer.

You trailed behind her, chewing on the inside of your cheek. What could you film that would actually reflect your energy without coming off as too much… or, worse, boring?

“Honestly? I’ve got no clue.” You flopped onto the couch, sighing. “Ekko and Jinx are doing some painting session or whatever since they’ve got that in common. But us?” You gestured vaguely between the two of you. “What do we do? Besides, you know…” You trailed off with a smirk, your mind flashing back to Vi's very creative methods of stress relief.

Vi chuckled, flopping down beside you and tossing her legs over your lap. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s exactly the vibe Archie’s looking for.” She shot you a teasing grin. “Though I’m sure it’d get us a hell of a lot of views.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, not trying to get us banned off every platform before the album even drops.”

Vi leaned back, staring at the ceiling in thought. “Okay, so… no painting, no X-rated content.” She tapped her fingers against the couch rhythmically. “What about something simple? Like us just talking about the songs, the process, you know?”

You made a face. “That sounds kinda… stiff. Everyone’s gonna do that. I mean, sure, we talk about the songs, but there’s gotta be something more us in it.”

Vi was quiet for a second before her eyes lit up. “What if we do something more casual? Like, we’re just hanging out, talking shit, maybe playing some old tracks and reacting to them?” She grinned, nudging your shoulder. “You know, let people see the real us—chaotic mess and all.”

You laughed, the idea settling in your mind. That actually sounded like fun. “Alright, yeah. I like that. Maybe we can even throw in some behind-the-scenes clips? Like the time Jinx nearly set the mic on fire?”

Vi burst out laughing. “Or when Ekko tripped over his own bass cable and tried to play it off like nothing happened?”

The two of you were already in stitches, the tension from earlier melting away. This felt right—natural, fun, and totally you.

“Okay,” you said, standing up and grabbing your phone. “Let’s set this up before we lose the vibe. You grab the speaker, I’ll get the camera.”

Vi gave you a mock salute. “Aye aye, captain.”

In no time, your makeshift filming set was ready. You grabbed some snacks, adjusted the lighting just enough to look effortless, and set the camera to start recording.

You both introduced yourselves, diving into the story of how the band came together. It felt natural, almost like reminiscing with an old friend rather than filming something for fans.

“At first, it was just the two of us,” Vi said, pointing between the two of you with a grin. “We were messing around, trying to figure out our sound. Then my younger sister decided to be extremely annoying while we practiced—always yapping about how two people weren’t a real band. Eventually, she dragged Ekko into this mess, and, well… here we are.”

You laughed, the memory still vivid. “Oh, I definitely remember the first time Jinx quite literally dragged him into that old room at school—the one we used for practice. She barged in, shouting about how Ekko had a garage we could use, and how she had all these brilliant ideas.”

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah! I remember that. Poor Benzo looked so displeased with a bunch of teenagers making a racket in the back of his shop. I’m pretty sure he aged ten years in that first month alone.”

You both laughed, the camera kept rolling, but for a moment, it didn’t even feel like it was there.

As Vi continued talking about the process of creating the album—how the songs and lyrics meant so much to all of you—your mind began to wander. You couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful she looked, sitting there comfortably, her voice steady and confident as she spoke to the camera. The black hair dye had almost completely faded from her hair, leaving the natural pink vibrant and bright against her skin. Her hair had grown out a bit, just enough that it curled slightly at the ends, and you found yourself fighting the urge to reach out and drag your fingers through those soft, messy locks.

Your eyes traced the freckles scattered across her cheeks, the way they bridged her nose, delicate and familiar. And her eyes—God, her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she was passionate about, like the music, like this. It was the kind of sparkle that pulled you in, made you want to listen to her forever, just to keep that light alive.

It was almost like…

Oh.

Oh.

No, no, no, no.

You were not catching feelings. That was impossible. This was supposed to be casual—just fun. You both knew that from the start. So what the fuck were you thinking?

Panic tightened in your chest, a cold, sharp edge to the realization sinking in. You were spiraling, and you barely registered Vi’s voice cutting through your thoughts.

“Hey,” she said, her brows furrowed, concern softening her features. “You good? Do you want to take a break?”

You blinked, trying to pull yourself out of the fog. “Huh? Sorry, what was the question?”

She tilted her head, studying you carefully. “Do you need a break? You look kinda out of it.”

Your heart was still racing, but you forced a tight smile. “Yeah, that would be great.” You stood up from the couch, barely meeting her eyes as you made a beeline for the bathroom.

Once inside, you shut the door behind you and leaned heavily against the sink, gripping its edges like it could anchor you to reality. Your reflection stared back, wide-eyed and flushed, like you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

This is NOT happening. You mentally shouted at yourself, trying to shake the feeling off. *You’ve known her for years. The moment you start sleeping with her is the moment you catch feelings? Seriously?*

You turned on the tap, splashing cold water onto your face, hoping the chill would snap you out of it, wash away the thoughts clinging to your mind. But as the water dripped from your chin, pooling at the edges of the sink, the tightness in your chest remained.

Staring at your reflection, you whispered under your breath, “Get it together.”

But no matter how many times you repeated it, the weight of what you were feeling didn’t budge.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before stepping out of the bathroom. The moment you did, you saw Vi in the living room, methodically packing up the filming equipment. The casual ease with which she moved, like this was just another normal day, only made the knot in your chest tighten.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice sounding steadier than you felt.

Vi glanced up, pausing as she turned off the camera. “I think we’ve got enough material for today—maybe even the whole video,” she said, her tone light but tinged with something softer, more careful. “I can see you’re tired. I’ll come over tomorrow, and we can go through the footage, see what we can use. For now, you should rest.”

Her words were simple, but the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips wasn’t. It wasn’t just the usual smirk or playful grin—it was something else. Genuine concern. And that look … it hit you like a sucker punch.

Because all you could think about was how easy it would be to want this every day. To have her not just in fleeting moments, not just in casual touches or hurried nights. But fully. Completely. The idea burrowed itself deeper into your mind, wrapping around your thoughts like vines.

“Yeah,” you forced out, your voice quieter than before. “That sounds good.”

Vi gave you one last glance, like she wanted to say something more, but instead, she just nodded, slinging her bag over her shoulder before heading for the door. The soft click of it shutting behind her echoed louder than it should have.

And then it was just you. Alone.

You stood there for a moment, staring at the now-empty room, expecting some sense of relief to wash over you. But it didn’t. If anything, the silence made it worse.

You should’ve been able to crash the moment she left, but sleep was the last thing your body wanted. You were confused, frustrated—mad at yourself, mad at her, for making you feel this way. Your body felt heavy, physically exhausted, but your mind was running on overdrive, replaying every glance, every touch, every word she’d said.

You sank onto the couch, rubbing your hands over your face.

You’d told yourself from the start—this was supposed to be casual.Just a way to blow off steam, nothing more. But somewhere along the way, those lines had blurred, and now you didn’t know how to pull yourself back from the edge.

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masterlist - chapter ten

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[obsidianimagines]

See You Around

You meet Jack for the first time after one of his shows

Jack Mercer x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, drinking, smoking

Notes: I assumed the Spares tattoo on his arm was for his band because idk what else it could mean so let's just pretend that's it ❤️

New York City, October 31st, 2001

"Court, you told me you were taking care of the tickets."

Your friend and roommate huffed as she walked next to you, the heels of her boots clicking on the sidewalk. "Yeah, I meant I was going to buy them at the door. I didn't think they'd be sold out already."

"The Strokes are pretty big now. Their album came out a few months ago, and they've been touring all over the place." You shrugged, shifting gears to help cheer her up. She'd been so excited to go to the show. "But hey, it's Halloween in New York City. I'm sure we can find something else to do tonight."

After a block or so of walking, you noticed some people entering a bar, and the chalkboard sign out front: TONIGHT: SPARES. "Hey, look!" You pointed at the sign. "Let's check it out."

"I guess we could. I didn't dress to be outside for too long." Courtney gestured to the short, tight dress she wore, with only a thin sweater covering her arms. She looked very cute, but definitely not too suited for the late October weather. As you stopped at the door, she looked in through the window and noticed the type of crowd inside. "Is this going to be one of those shows you like with the mush pits or whatever?"

"Mosh pits. And I don't know, I've never heard of this band before. But there has to be at least one hot guy, right?" You knew exactly what to say to convince your friend, and it worked.

"Alright, let's go in. Just don't leave me, okay?"

Courtney held onto your arm as the two of you walked inside, the bouncer waving you both past after checking your IDs and taking the few dollars for your cover. It was yet another bar with a tiny stage, nothing you hadn't seen before. Maybe 100 people could fit if they really squeezed in, but there was only about half of that at the moment.

After grabbing some drinks, you and your friend settled a little closer to the back because you knew Courtney would run for the hills if people started throwing elbows anywhere near her. And you wanted to see some kind of live music that night after hyping yourself up so much.

When the band came out dressed like punk rockers, Courtney's eyes went wide, and you gave her a reassuring smile.

You stepped out of the front door of the bar after the show, your ears still ringing from the guitars and drums. Your friend had loosened up and actually started having fun, so she was at the bar chatting up one of the band members. But you just needed a little air after being in that hot, stuffy room.

Once you took a breath, you noticed the lead singer of the band—he'd introduced himself on stage as Jack—leaning against the bricks with the last remains of a cigarette between his lips. Since you were at the back of the bar, you hadn't been able to see him well, only hear his nice voice and the way he played his guitar. Now that you could make out his features, he was actually pretty cute.

"That was a great show," you said, breaking the silence.

Jack's blue eyes flicked up towards you, and he took the cigarette from his mouth to put it out on the wall and toss the butt in the trash can a few feet away. "Thanks."

You expected that he'd go back inside with the rest of his band, but he simply took out another cigarette and lit it with a zippo. Something came over you, and you also rested your back against the wall, leaving about four feet between you. "I'm surprised you're not getting a drink with your band."

"The bar had to kick me out when the show ended."

It took a moment for you to realize what he meant, and you laughed. "You're in a band and you don't have a fake ID?"

"That asshole at the door took it." He could get another one, but that would require money, which he wasn't exactly swimming in.

"Damn, that's rough. He let me and my friend in with ours."

"Well, you've got an advantage. Most bars don't care about your ID when you're a pretty college girl."

"What makes you think I'm in college?" you asked, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket and definitely not thinking about the fact that he called you pretty.

He shrugged. "Just a guess."

"It was a good one. I'm an art student. You?"

It was Jack's turn to laugh. "Hell no. School's not my thing." College usually required a lot of money or very good grades, and he'd never had either of those things. Even if he had, the idea of sitting in classrooms all day again was fucking torture to him.

The front door to the bar opened as someone exited, and you heard Courtney's distinct laugh among the music and chatter. You looked in the window and noticed that she hadn't moved from her barstool. "My friend's still flirting with your drummer."

"Shit, I bet he's loving that." Jack chuckled as he joined you in peering through the glass, finding his bandmate, Ben, and a cute blonde at the bar. Despite a local following, the band wasn't anywhere near the level of fame that had girls throwing themselves at them, so Ben would probably be bragging about this for at least a week.

"I'm just glad she's having a good time after what happened earlier." You glanced over at him and realized he didn't know what had brought you there in the first place. "We were supposed to see The Strokes tonight, but it didn't work out. Your show was the first one we found."

Jack ashed his cigarette and took another drag. "Probably a bit of a shock, huh?" He'd seen The Strokes before, and the crowds weren't quite as rowdy as the small ones at his shows.

"For her, yeah. But I've been listening to punk and metal my whole life. If I were here on my own, I would've been right there in the pit."

"Really?" He'd only met you a few minutes ago, but you didn't seem like the type.

"Really."

His eyes lingered on you a moment before they turned back to the window. "We're playing another show here Friday night. You should come."

"I'll think about it."

You didn't even notice that Courtney had left the bar until she walked out of the front door.

"We've got class in the morning, we gotta go!" She grabbed your arm, tipsy and giggling. "I gave the drummer my number. You were so right about finding hot guys here!"

Your cheeks burned at her words as Jack smirked.

Courtney started pulling you down the sidewalk, searching for an empty cab to hail, and you turned back towards him to give a little wave with your free hand. "See you around, Jack."

Only once you were gone did Jack realize that he hadn't even gotten your name...

[disneyprincemuke]

oscar's logan's girl * ls2 op81

oscar truly never thought he would ever see the girl that was the cause of his first ever heartbreak

pairings: logan sargeant oscar piastri x fem!reader

notes: first of all, i want to thank everyone for liking the first part to this huhuhu i PERSONALLY think this is one of the fics i've written for an individual driver that has gotten this much feedback and responses... i never thought, in the 6 hours it took me to write that, that people would even like it so much... thank you for the kind words u guys <;/3

and now i would like to apologise if this did NOT go the way you thought it would... i couldn't bear hurting either logan or oscar, and holding grudges seemed like such an unlikely thing for a man of oscar's caliber... sorry if it doesn't go the way you thought <;/3

word count: 2.3k

(oscar's girl) // (f1 masterlist)

you let out the heaviest sigh, clutching onto the almost empty mercedes cup in your hand. you look over your shoulder, watching lily and carmen walk away without you in the direction of where the boys would be.

you stare at the unfamiliar, yet somehow most familiar, pair of brown eyes boring into your own. in the back of your mind, you remember the hushed giggles and how his hand used to feel in yours while you were in the streets of melbourne. you can almost remember what he sounded like when you were just kids, and the man that stands in front of you barely looks like what you remember of him.

you were devastated when you lost oscar's phone number. when you moved away to inevitably stay in the united states, you had every single intention of keeping the friendship with oscar. you just needed a week of settling in. you barely made any other meaningful friendships worth keeping in melbourne; all except the one that you had developed with oscar.

arguably, you could have done more to find him again. you could have gone on instagram, or any other social media site to try and keep the friendship alive. but you thought, after all those tears you shed before your departure, it would be better to stay away.

you only ever thought of oscar once in the past couple of years. the night before your first date with logan: you couldn't fall asleep from the nerves and anxiety. you had gotten along well over the phone, the williams driver playing his cards right every single time he would send you a text message and had your cheeks hurting from smiling too much and kicking your feet in the air.

you came across pictures of you and the young boy in melbourne, tucked away in a dusty photo album that you kept stored under your bed. you don't reminisce much: the memories you had up until you were 16 are a blur in your head. too much had happened, and the only memory that you keep with you is the fact that you moved around more than the average person.

"it's been a while," you finally speak, readjusting your shirt. the wet patch on your shirt, now slightly cold from the weather, your jacket doesn't really do much now to keep you warm. "how have you been?"

you can physically see the gears in oscar's head turn. his eyes bore into yours as he contemplates what he will say to you. if this had happened sooner after you had stopped talking to him, he would know what to say to you. because he spent his nights, and logan's mornings, talking about what he would say to you.

oscar presses his lips into a thin line. he has two choices now: unload the frustration he's forgotten about as he grew into an adult, or just be civil with the girl he could have sworn was the love of his life at 14. you never left his mind, even after all of these years, up until the moment that he met his now girlfriend, lily. he's a firm believer that you would have lasted forever if you had just stayed.

"i've been good. i'm a race car driver now," he smiles, gesturing to the paddocks around him. he's just going to try and ignore the fact that you're dating his literal best friend. "i told you."

you throw your head back with a laugh, making oscar drop his smile in the slightest of ways. he feels his chest close in on itself at the sound you're making. sometimes he fears that he'd never truly gotten over you, but that seems more like an overreaction in normal circumstances.

oscar wasn't aware of the fact that it could very well be the truth right now.

"you always did tell me you're going to be a racer," you agree with a smile. you remember going along with him to an obscure go-kart establishment once when you were growing up. it simply wasn't your thing, but you supported him through and through even as a young 14-year-old. "small world, huh?"

oscar nods with a small smile. "so, um. what happened?"

you tilt your head. "what do you mean?"

"you stopped answering my text messages out of the blue one day after you moved," oscar laughs softly, shrugging. "did i do something wrong? what happened?"

you sigh, closing your eyes as it hits you. there is something about the way his eyes are turned down slightly, and it doesn't take a genius to tell that he's trying to smile through whatever emotion he is feeling.

and you understand it if you were to put yourself in his shoes. it's genuinely all on you: you had promised that you wouldn't drift away from him before you left. you promised him, back then, that there would come a time that would bring you back together to give your relationship a fighting chance.

keeping in contact was very essential to that promise.

you don't think of oscar. but now that you do, you can see the scene of when you were about to leave playing vividly in your head. he had asked you for one simple thing: not to drift away so that someday, you can meet again and give yourselves a real fighting chance.

because realistically, at 14, there was not much to fight for but the overwhelming surge of emotions you have for something that is often categorised as puppy love.

but oscar knew even then that there was definitely something more.

"i dropped my phone in the lake. i got a new phone and a new number," you whisper dejectedly, trying to avoid the intensity of his stare. and you're prepared to receive the brunt of his anger, understandably so after you had unintentionally ghosted him. "i'm sorry. in hindsight, i should have done more to reconnect with you - social media is powerful, after all."

oscar nods, his lips pressed into a polite smile. though you can notice him clenching his jaw as he tries to force himself not to cause a scene in such a public setting.

a setting where your boyfriend, his best friend, would be involved. and his girlfriend who doesn't deserve this type of scandal tied to her name.

"we were just kids," oscar shrugs. but there's a bitterness in his mouth that he cannot ignore for too long. there is a bubbling urge from the deepest part of his gut to scream at you for all those days he swore he was going to go crazy from the pain of suddenly losing you. "i was bummed, though, when i lost you."

bummed is an understatement. the degree to which he grieved is unspoken between him and logan.

he doesn't blame logan for being overprotective of him when lily started to come into the picture. he was sat down by the american, by the sidewalks during their morning run, asking him to think long and hard about this.

it's the only time they had spoken of the instance that oscar almost lost himself. oscar waved off his concerns and said he was sure of what he has with lily, and that's a decision that he is still very proud of.

"i was devastated. but i was also scared," you whisper with a smile. "we were 14, but what i felt for you at the time... it was bigger than us, oscar. we had no fight against something like that."

oscar smiles. "logan is good to you, i hope?"

"we only just got together a couple months ago," you nod, "but he is amazing."

oscar nudges his head towards the direction that lily and carmen had walked towards earlier. you hop off your spot to catch up as he starts to walk by his side. "i've got a girlfriend of my own now. her name's lily too."

"doesn't that get confusing when you're all together? with alex's girlfriend and yours?"

"sometimes. but we don't hang out with the older drivers often," oscar admits with a scrunch of his nose. you have to bite back a laugh at his habit, seeing that it's something that has never left him. "it's a bit awkward. logan and i are typically together more often than not."

"how come?"

"we've only got each other," oscar shrugs. " we met at a karting race when we were really young. we kept in contact when we were apart. i think i may have told you about him a couple of times - my best friend living in florida."

you purse your lips, trying to rake at your brain for a time that oscar said that to you. unfortunately, your memory doesn't go that far back into the details of what you had. "wow. there's a lot i must have forgotten. i didn't know you went way back."

oscar smiles. with the little bit of resentment he has towards you, he completely understands (at his big age) why you don't seem to remember it as well as he did.

which is why he hated that he fell in love with you. he had made you his world and the meaning of his life, causing him to fall apart and crack at your goodbye.

you were an integral part of his life, but he was just a sliver of a memory in one of the places you had stayed in for a year or two. it had taken a while to start seeing it the way he does now. he hated you for what you did for years until everything started to fall into place for him in his head.

suddenly he understood why you were hesitant to befriend him in the first place. it must not have been easy to keep leaving friends behind.

"nah, it's alright. if i had such unstable environments like you did growing up, i'd have turned out much worse than you," oscar laughs. "did you move again after you moved to washington?"

you nod again. "one more time. we moved to la after three years - you know my dad. but it wasn't as severe as moving end to end of the world from australia to the united states, i guess."

"ba- oh." you calmly turn to the side, beaming when logan approaches you with confusion on his face. "i was looking for you all over the place. lily and carmen told me you ran into an old friend?"

logan had noticed oscar before you, the bright papaya orange that oscar sports all year around is not easy to miss. "i see you met oscar! what a coincidence."

"yeah, we," you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully as you meet him halfway, "funny enough, babe. we used to go to school together. in melbourne when my dad had business there when i was younger."

oscar presses his lips together, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his feet. he knows it won't take long for logan to complete the puzzle.

"oh?" logan furrows his eyebrows at you, one hand on your back protectively. "small world. oscar's actually my best friend - he's on the family fridge back in florida."

"yeah, he mentioned!" you beam, wrapping your arms around his. "who would have thought that the oscar you keep talking about is the same one i know?"

logan smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "right! so this is my guest for the weekend, man. my girlfriend - we met over the winter break. i can't believe you guys go way back! this makes it so much easier, doesn't it?"

oscar wants to run away. doesn't matter where, or how he will get there, because all he can focus on is the way you're leaning into logan's touch and the way logan's smile is so bright that it could be seen by the stars.

you clearly just had that effect on people. he's just another one of those people who fell for the welcoming aura you emit.

"did you guys know each other well?" logan asks.

oscar shares a glance with you. but he knows logan, more than you, perhaps. if logan finds out the history that you share, he will not be able to live with himself. he would leave you, leaving all three of you devastated.

so as you open your mouth to respond excitedly, oscar speaks over your mutter. "not really, just had a couple of classes together," oscar lies with a smile. he reluctantly settles for logan's excitement instead of your confusion. "we bumped into one another, i thought she looked familiar."

"oh, yeah! have you got an extra shirt i could borrow? i spilled coffee all over my top," you laugh, pulling down the zip of your jacket slightly to show him the patch.

"mate, i need to go and find lily," oscar says, reaching out to pat his friend on the shoulder. "i'll see you tonight. dinner afterwards, right?"

truthfully, he wants to ditch it. but you were both 14. it's not fair to keep holding it against you when all the odds were stacked against you both.

"absolutely. i'll see you tonight, man," logan smiles, waving at him as he walks away.

he can briefly hear your conversation as he fought all urges to turn around and glance at you.

"are you sure you want to borrow my shirt? i've only got my williams team shirts in my driver's room. i can ask someone to go out and find you one, if you'd like."

"no, of course not! i want everyone to know i'm with the williams driver, you know? announce it to the world."

logan sounds so into you, and he can't fault him for that. you've got a way with people that just reel them in. he should know - he was one of those people that were wrapped around your finger.

oscar's girl, as logan would tease during karting when he was resigned to a corner to text you after the race.

but in his head, you will always be his girl, because that's what he used to call you. that's the memory of you that will live in his head forever.

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[rishiguro]

SAKUSA swiped his thumb over the album, eyebrows furrowing as he saw how the dust clung to his skin, leaving behind a clean trail on the cover. he couldn’t believe he let it get so dirty. there was a time where he picked it up practically daily — mostly because you insisted on it — and looked through it, a slight smile appearing on his face as he did so.

but now you weren’t here anymore. there was no one to force him to look at the pictures, reliving year-old memories. honestly speaking, he completely forgot about it until today, when he decided to finally clean out your night table.

although right now, he wished he hadn’t done that.

his fingers trembled slightly as he opened the album, immediately being greeted by your handwriting and a picture of the two of you on your first anniversary.

you had gifted him this album one day, writing a long letter on the first page of the album. back when you were together, sakusa loved to pick up the album (mostly when you weren’t looking) and read it, his heart warming with every word. but today, he hurriedly turned the page.

his heart grew heavier with every photo he looked at, remembering every second of your relationship and reliving every little memory that you made.

you looked so happy, just like he did. you were so happy together.

and now you were gone.

he continued looking through the album, the sad smile on his face slowly disappearing, making room for a deep frown.

he shouldn’t be doing this. he shouldn’t be looking at your old pictures, reminiscing about the past — times that were long gone, destined to never return.

after all, you left him. and here he was, longingly gazing at pictures of you, like you were just gone for a business trip or a holiday. like you would open the door to his apartment in any second, greeting him with your warm smile and in a cheery voice before you would fall into his arms and kiss him so lovingly.

but these times were over, and they have been over for a long time. he hasn’t been so happy like he was in a long time. not since you left him.

for a moment he clenched his eyes shut, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths.

he should just throw that away, just like he wanted to get rid of literally everything that you had left in the drawer. a bracelet you had bought that matched his, a few hastily written notes with a few reminders. a pack of painkillers that you got because you knew he was prone to migraines.

and even though it has been so long, he found himself unable to do just that. he clung to these remnants of you, of what you used to have, like a child, unwilling to leave their stuffed animal and carrying it around with them.

he knew it was irrational to hang onto the album. he could never go back to those days, he could never relive those moments, he could never be with you anymore.

it was over. and now these pictures were only fading memories to him, a reminder of a past time that he would never be able to go back to, happy moments he would never get to relive.

you were a fading memory.

slamming the photo book shut, he clenched his jaw, rapidly throwing it back into the still open drawer on the nightstand, before also it shutting it, telling himself to forget about it.

nothing more.

but if you were really nothing more, if you really didn’t mean anything to him anymore, why was he still clinging to the last pieces that you had left behind?

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Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Summary: Emily always comes home to a nice surprise. WC: 1k Warnings: A little suggestive by the end but that's it :) A/N: This is my first time writing for Ems!!! Can you guys tell that I have a thing for 'coming home'? lol This has been sitting on my drafts for the longest time, so I figured I'd post it. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

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You'd gotten a call from your girlfriend, Emily Prentiss, telling you she was coming home that night. You felt instantly better, because the week had treated you very poorly, having dealt with major mistakes from people at work to having a flat tire mid-way home. Even through the phone, her cheerful tone was contagious to you, making happiness pump through your very bloodstream. You knew she worked really hard and other problems were probably one of the last things she needed to think about once she got home. So, you always went out of your way to make sure she felt welcome when she got back from her cases, so tonight it wouldn't be different.

Well, tonight would be very different. You decided you would propose to her as soon as she got home. You've spent some fair share of your time thinking about it and it made perfect sense. The two of you were together for three years now, and since you moved in together to a new apartment, which was now yours, you had no doubts that she was the love of your life. The one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Emily gave you all the safety you could possibly long for in a relationship, not to mention that she was the most loving partner ever. Her absences made you feel incomplete, but seeing her come back to you made your heart flutter every time like it was the first.

On the way back home, you got flowers — daisies, to be more specific, a personal favorite of yours and Emily's. Once you entered your apartment, you tidied up the place and cooked her favorite dish as you listened to one of your favorite albums, all the while thinking about how it'd feel to see her, to be in each other's embrace again, how would she react... You weren't nervous, of course, you knew she loved you just the same, but what if she wasn't ready to get married? What if she wasn't there yet? What if she didn't want to marry you? The thought made you shudder.

When you finished your cooking, you got ready by dressing yourself in one of her favorites looks on you, a set of pajamas that clung to your body — you felt comfortable, the cotton material against your skin felt great, but Emily's hands on you when she first saw you in that set felt heavenly.

You smiled to yourself, already anticipating her reaction.

You sat on your couch, mindlessly scrolling on your phone and answering a few texts from your friends and family, desperately trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling inside you. You were watching a puppy video when you heard the door unlock, which made you dash to the door in an instant, "Emily, my darling! You're home!" You said, throwing yourself into her arms. She grinned softly, thinking that she'd never get used to you, let alone to how you reacted everytime she got home. It was so nice being safe and feeling loved and wanted.

"I missed you, my girl," she said when you slightly pulled away from her arms. Both of her hands carressed your cheeks and traveled to the sides of your neck, thumb gently ghosting over your earlobes. Her gaze was intensely fixed on yours and you could feel the love in those beautiful, black eyes. After silently admiring you for some time, for her eyes expressed something that words failed to, she captured your lips in a kiss that told you just how much she had, indeed, missed you. Her kisses always made you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, not only because you had her attention solely on you, but also because you were the one who truly held her heart in your hands. "I'm sorry I took so long, my girl, but I'm here." Another passionate kiss. "I'm home."

"That's what matters." You mumbled, lips pressed to her cheek. She smiled.

"That," she chuckled, "and the fact that you're always waiting for me. Coming home to a house without you in it makes no sense to me anymore."

You chuckled, absolutely delighted by the effect you had on your girlfriend. Soon to be… "I have a surprise for you."

Placing her hands on your waist, she chuckled, "That's sweet, darling. But I don't think it's as nice as mine."

You laced your hands together at the back of her neck, asking while grinning stupidly, "You have a surprise for me, Em?" To which she nodded. "Okay. We can both surprise each other on the count of three."

“Okay."

Deep breaths. She loves you. Be brave. "One, two, three—Will you marry me?"

As you finished the countdown and blurted the sentence nervously, Emily was down on one knee, having let go of your waist at breakneck speed once you said the word "three" and pulling a ring box from her pocket. You gasped and Emily's mouth hung agape, like a fish out of water.

Once the surprise of the moment washed away slightly, you burst out laughing with pure bliss, soon joined by your now fiancé — if her being down on one knee and holding out a ring for you meant anything, it definitely meant that she would, in fact, marry you. You got down on your knees to hold her in your arms, relishing in the moment of sheer joy between you two. Your heart felt safe and complete and everything was because of the woman who held you in her arms and carried you so dear and near to her own heart.

"I love you." You muttered, kissing the top of her head, voice slightly muffled by her hair.

"I love you, darling. So much. I... I can't believe we're gonna get married." She said, breaking in the biggest grin you've ever seen on her face.

“I can't believe you said yes." You smiled.

"Technically, I didn't..."

"Shut up, Prentiss."

She pinched your chin, smiling devilishly. "In a few months, I'm gonna be saying that to you, too.” She quipped. “Now, come on. Let's see you out of those pajamas, hm?”

[sinsmockingbird]

So, I've found myself getting invested into different things like Valorant, Overwatch, and League of Legends for the women only, and because of that, I've fallen into K/DA. So much so that I really really wanted/needed to write something on the four girls.

@sea-lanterns has joined me in thirsting over these women in Discord, so this is inspired by those thirsts. Plus, she's Evelynn's pet hamster, so. Specifically, I wrote for Eve and Akali in this because I didn't have time to write Ahri and Kai... though maybe I'll write something for them later.

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Fem!Reader, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Reader lives to please these women, Sex in the recording studio, Straight into smut

Imagine being the K/DA women's shared plaything. You're always there to pleasure them whenever they ask you two, and you're more than happy to give.

✧ THE GIRLS were all in the recording studio, throwing out ideas between themselves and trying out some things for their upcoming album. During it, Evelynn was getting particularly needy, and considering you were already there to give input when asked... it was only expected that she'd beckon you over.

"On your knees." Evelynn purred while placing a clawed hand onto your shoulder. With a gentle but stern push, you easily sunk down onto your knees in front of her and in between her legs.

You already knew what she was asking from you, and you didn't hesitate to give it to her. You leaned forward, pushing her underwear to the side before pushing your mouth to her pretty pussy. She immediately sighed in pleasure, one of her clawed hands moving to gently hold your head.

"Mmm, good girl." Evelynn purrs, petting your head gently. She leans back on the couch, raising her head up only to be met by the eyes of the other girls.

It wasn't uncommon for something like this to happen, and the three of them weren't angry or surprised by your and Evelynn's actions. They were actually intrigued and turned on by the sight, their attention faltering from talking about new songs.

Evelynn raised an eyebrow at them while pulling you deeper between her legs, driving home the point that you were currently eating her out. Akali could be heard letting out a whine at the sight, wishing it was her that you were in between the legs of. It was safe to say this session was turning into something else.

✧ VOCAL TRAINING with the girls was always something filled with excitement. Especially for Akali, even though she struggled the most with it, all because you were so good at pleasuring her.

"F-Fuck..! H-How are you.. so good at this?" Akali found herself asking between grunts and moans.

You were on your knees in the recording booth with Akali, a smirk on your lips. You were sucking on her pretty clit while curling your fingers inside her, making her struggle with recording her part of a song where she's rapping. Except she was less rapping and more so cursing through sounds of pleasure.

Akali's head fell forward, eyes shutting closed as her hand in your hair was trembling. She was getting close to cumming considering you've been pleasuring her for the last couple of minutes.

"R-Right there..!" Akali gasped, pushing your face even closer to her when you curled your fingers in a specific way inside her.

It didn't take much longer before she was cumming into your mouth, shouting "fuck!" into the microphone as you continued sucking on her puffy, sensitive clit. Safe to say that sound was recorded and added to one of their songs to add effect.

Now Akali will be reminded about how well you pleasured her when listening to the song.

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone headcanons

Clay and Floyd are the stunt men now that they're adults. Clay's always been a little bit of a daredevil, Floyd already died once, why not live a little.

Clay is nocturnal, like the rest of the Putt-putt trolls. His bros throw his sleep schedule off so when they're hanging out, it's not unusual for Clay to just be passed out somewhere or on someone. If they can, they get Clay to bed so he can properly sleep. If not, everyone's volume goes low.

Both Floyd and John Dory took bartending classes. And by took I mean, Floyd just so happened to be sleeping with a bartender who taught him some things. When making drinks, John's proper about it, Floyd is kind of messy. Floyd's over pouring and spilling.

Clay's handwriting is like a nice print. It's easy to read and looks good on paper.

John Dory is good at photography. He mostly uses this skill for taking nature shots but he's gotten good at candid shots of his brothers. He doesn't let them know about these pics bc they don't look the most photogenic but they look like themselves and that's what John loves to see.

JD has dimples

John Dory almost always has at least one weapon on him.

The brothers think JD has a death wish bc he's constantly going after animals that could literally kill him. "John! Don't touch that, it'll tear you to pieces!" "Psh, whatever. If we weren't supposed to pet it then why does look so fluffy?"

Floyd doesn't go into detail about his past. He'll tell snippets here and there but avoid questions. For one, because he's a bit embarrassed about it. He did a lot of things he isn't proud of, drugs, sleeping around, and drinking. For two, he knows that his older brothers still see him WAY younger than he actually is (like how they still see Branch as a baby) and it would just shatter that mentality. And he doesn't want to do that. For three, it's WAY more fun for him if they don't know and have to keep guessing. Floyd has heard them trying to figure out what he spent the last twenty years doing and starts fucking with them.

John Dory definitely has pictures from even when he was a baby and such. Even ones with their parents but he tries to keep those ones tucked away. Branch is going through them when he finds a picture that has been folded in one of the sleeves of the photo album. It's a picture of John and Bruce and their parents. JD quickly snatches the photo and shoves it his vest. Those people looked like strangers to Branch, that picture probably being the first time he's seen them

The brothers know they didn't have a good childhood but John did his best, despite being pretty much a child himself.

John Dory man spreads no matter who he is sitting next or if he's just sitting in a chair.

John Dory wears the one glove to hide an incredibly deep scar. He got into some trouble with some bounty hunters and needless to say, they drove a knife through his hand. He doesn't want his lil bros to know or worry about it so he hides it.

All the boys (like most trolls) are fuzzy. JD and Bruce have the most prominent facial hair and chest hair. They all have leg hair, arm hair, under arm hair, and a happy trail.

Clay and John have the Blond™️ gene (that's how I'm referring to it) where their hair goes through changes. That's why their hair is so much different from when they were kids. In the summer while spending a bunch of time outside, JD and Clay's hair gets lighter, Clay being a light yellow and John being a soft teal. The others convinced them to do one of those 'take a picture every day for a year' things and make it into a flip book to show how their hair changes color.

The boys really wanted a sister. John jokes that they kind of got one with Floyd

Floyd and John Dory are good gardeners. JD briefly grew his own food and Floyd just has a natural green thumb (not that John doesn't)

Floyd gets random nosebleeds

[emlovslennon]

omgg last night I dreamed about supeeer cute soft dom george being very affectionate and giving making love to reader making her forget all her insecurities whispering in her ear a lot of worship, it's my first request and don't speak English very well but I'm here hehe love ya!

GUYS IM ALIVE HOLY FUCK BALLS !!! Anyway HEHEHHEHE evil laughter back to my mischievousness (mental illness). Also I LOVE YOU TOO

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Era: 1965 cuz i feel like it

Audible moan.

-

You had been feeling extremely insecure ever since you got back from the opening of the the Beatles new movie, “Help!” You saw how in the newspapers they were saying incredibly cruel things about you, especially about how tight your black dress was when you wore it to the premiere. It was, “Name the Beatles wife with the worst taste?” Or “That dress certainly doesn’t look flattering on her!” Like it was some joke. You felt tears brim your eyes just thinking about it. You’d constantly look in the mirror and pinch at your stomach and thighs, you just couldn’t understand why you couldn’t be as beautiful as Jane or Maureen or Cynthia.

“Love, I’m back! Love? What’s wrong?” George said, he had just gotten back from a meeting about an upcoming album, so he unfortunately couldn’t take you along since it was a private meeting, not a public one. You were laying on your shared bed crying, with a newspaper at your side. The one that completely wrecked your self esteem. George caught on and picked up, in complete anger, he ripped the newspaper up and threw it in the trash.

“Absolute bloody rubbish! I hate those damn newspapers, y/n, come ‘ere love.” He said, quite angry, but gentle once he called your name. He couldn’t believe someone could say that about his wife. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. How could anyone not agree? They must be blind.

“Love, don’t listen to those bloody bastards, you are the most beautiful and lovely woman I ever laid eyes and have ever met. If they don’t believe that, then they must not have eyes.” He whispers in your ear, playing with your hair. Your tears at this point subsided and you looked up at him, he gave you a grin and kissed your forehead. You know this probably wasn’t the best timing, but you just couldn’t resist when he looks at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

“George, could you maybe show me how beautiful I am?” You say quietly, George winks at you in a joking manner and wiggles his eyebrows which make you giggle. George slowly positioned you to get you to lay on your back while he slowly got on top of you.

“I mean it when I say you look stunning in anything.” He whispers, playing with the hem of your black night gown, it was short and only went down to almost the end of your inner thighs. He looked at you for permission and you nodded, as he slowly lifted up your night gown, leaving completely exposed. You usually didn’t bother with under garments when you were going to sleep, you just didn’t feel the need for it.

“You amaze me every time, y’know that?” He praised, as his hands went to your breasts as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless. George lifted himself up to take off his black long sleeve shirt and the pair of black pants he wore with it, as he went back down to kiss your neck, he hand slowly wandered down to your core, lightly rubbing causing you to whimper. George grinned at the sound, George loved nothing more than when you made noises for him, he doesn’t even really care when it comes to him getting off it’s just as long as you do he’s good.

“Can I?” He asks, his fingers nearing and circling your hole, you nod frantically as he giggles at your reaction, he slowly inserts two fingers into you. You bite your lip and throw your head back into the pillows with the intrusion. But you couldn’t lie, his fingers do wonders. He slowly thrusts them in and out as he watches you whimper and moan, he usually never goes fast unless you tell him to, he’s just never really been that kind of person. Whereas someone like John is the complete opposite.

“F-faster, George!” You moan out, causing George to kiss and suck on your neck harder than he did before as he went faster, your juices starting to seep down to the sheets as the noises coming from your core begin to echo through out the room. You felt the tightness and heat in your belly about to burst and you knew that only meant one thing.

“George-I’m-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt as if you were sitting stars as your orgasm hit. George never wanted to admit it, but he absolutely adored when you orgasm your a shaking and moaning mess for him, you look absolutely wrecked just from his fingers.

“Are you ready? Do you need a minute?” He asks, one thing to note about George, is that he is huge on consent, he would never, ever, do something that you didn’t like or something that he thought could hurt you. It would break him into a million pieces if that happened.

“Yes, please!” You say shakily, George nods as he kissed your forehead, slowly lining himself up and entering you.

“You’re always so good for me, always. No one could ever compare.” He whispers lovingly, kissing your earlobe as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

“Your noises are to die for, you are to die for, i can’t get enough of you.” George loved praising you during sex, he always took pride in doing so.

“G-George, please.” You whisper, George looks up at you, with a questioning face.

“Please, faster! Please!” You moaned out, George gave you a smile and kissed your cheek as he went faster, but not too fast, just slightly faster than the pace he was going. You moan out as he brings his fingers down to your clit and rubs circles round it, making your legs shake. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and creeping up on you like it was the grim reaper.

“George! Im gonna cum, please!” You cried out, all the worry, sadness, and insecurities you were experiencing early had completely disappeared. They were nowhere to be found. George always managed to make your worries and fears go away, it’s like he was magic. But to be fair, he pretty much was.

“Aw, come on pretty girl, cum on me, go on.” George groaned, feeling his own orgasm creep up on him, and before you know it, it wasn’t before too long both of you came together. You were shaking and moaning for quite a bit even after he pulled out and kissed your face all over. George laid on his side and brought the covers over both of you.

“Did that make you feel any better?” George asked, his hand holding yours, you look up at him with a smile.

“What was I upset about again?”

-

THIS WAS KINDA CHEESY BUT WOOOOAH I LOVED IT

[rustbeltjessie]

I haven’t made a pinned post in a while, but since it’s my birthday month and I’m struggling right now, I figured it’s a good time to make one.

First, let me introduce myself. I’m Jessie Lynn McMains, aka Rust Belt Jessie. I’m a writer (poetry and prose), artist, zine-maker, spoken word performer, occasional musician, small press publisher, and general jack of several creative trades. I’m queer—bi/mspec and nonbinary (I use they/them, she/her, and he/him pronouns). I’m disabled and neurodivergent, and the parent of two kiddos. Politically? Well, I consider myself an anarchist at heart, but I still vote in every election. I think everyone should be able to have enough food, and a safe place to live, and yeah, even a few ‘unnecessary,’ fun things, just by virtue of being alive. As for the rest of my beliefs, you can probably garner a general idea if you peruse my blog even a little.

Now, onto the nitty-gritty. We had about ten days between when our last month’s food money ran out and when this month’s came in. It has been refilled as of today, so I don’t have to worry about that for the moment, but because of that gap, I had to spend money I’d set aside for other stuff on food. I paid our rent and energy bill for the month, but I’m a couple months overdue on our Internet bill, and I don’t want to risk that getting shut off. And then, well, it’s December. I’m trying to buy my kids some Christmas presents, and it’s not just my birthday month—my youngest kiddo’s birthday is four days before Christmas. Because of all this, I’m also way behind on writing stuff. I owe my zine subscribers a new issue (I didn’t send anything at all in November), and I’m trying to finish up some pieces to record for my new spoken word EP, but I’ve had to focus on day job and side-hustle stuff that’s more immediately lucrative, so I haven’t been able to dedicate much time to finishing these projects.

If you’d like to throw some $$ my way so I can get some gifts for my kiddos, keep my Internet on, get back to my writing, and maybe have a less-stressful birthday month than I did last year, I have V*nmo (JessieLynnMcMains) and P*yp*l (coeur.de.fantome [at] gmail[dot]com).

But hey, hey, I’m not just asking for something for nothing! I have a lot of stuff available on Ko-fi (rustbeltjessie), including print books and zines, ebooks and zines, and pins, and you can also hire me as an editor or commission a custom mini-collage. And almost everything is sliding scale/pay-what-you-can, some with a minimum price, others starting at $0.

And that zine subscription? It’s still not too late to get in on it, even though the year is almost over. If you sign up now, you’ll receive all previous issues, along with this month’s when it’s finished, and the final two will be mailed out in January.

Or perhaps you’d like to buy or commission something I don’t officially have for sale. Maybe you’d like to buy one of my existing pieces of art? Or commission a custom pin, designed by me, based on the band/film/fandom/whatever of your choice? Or commission a custom postcard poem/art piece, on the subject of your choice? Or have me write you a custom mini-zine, on the subject of your choice? I can do all those things! DM me, and we’ll work something out!

Oh, and I mentioned above that I was working on a new spoken word EP? Go check out my full-length spoken word album, Self-Portrait With Ghosts and Trains, which was released by Hello America Stereo Cassette in July 2021. You can find it at helloamerica.bandcamp.com. (I do get royalties from that release periodically, but it’s not as immediate as if you purchase something directly from me.)

All that said, I know times are tough for most people right now, so please don’t feel obligated to purchase anything or otherwise send money my way. And, as always, even just a few dollars helps, as does reblogging/boosting this post. 🖤

[imaginesbymonika]

She's electric | Part 4

Pairing: Liam Gallagher x fem!bassist reader

Plot: Liam's hatred for Blur runs deep. However, no matter how much he hates them and their stupid music - he cannot seem to hate their bassist.

Last Part

„I knew you’d come and find me.”, her voice is delicate while her gaze lingers on the cigarette she holds between her two fingers. “Oh really? What gave ya the idea?”

Y/N looks up at Liam, who is standing a few steps away from her. His shoulder and head are leaning against the brick wall. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?.”

Liam stares at the cloudless night sky. He knows she’s right. As much as he likes this little game they’ve been playing for a while now- he has never been a patient guy. “You’re right.”, he declares:” Wanted to talk to you about that little speech of yours.”

Y/N chuckles, her eyes not leaving his form:” Liked it?” She already knows the answer to that. Liam chuckles and nods at the cigarette pack:” Yeah, I liked it. Never expected you to actually say something like that, though.” A scoff escapes Y/N as she throws the pack at him:” Please, don’t flatter yourself. If I thought NSYNC had a better album than you guys I would have mentioned them instead.”

“Good thing you didn’t mention those pricks. I don’t think I could have handled the jealousy of you complimenting them over me.”, he mutters, peeking at her through his lashes. The glow of the lighter wraps around her features in a way that makes Liam feel like he’s dreaming.

“Good thing I don’t think Timberlake fit.”, she replies and earns a low chuckle from the guy in front of her. “Can’t blame ya’. I’m a good-looking bloke.”, he lets out, trying to conceal the fact that his heart is still beating way faster than it probably should be.

“Why didn’t you call me?”, she wants to sound nonchalant, but there is a layer of nervousness to it. It makes Liam’s smile fade as he inhales a sharp breath:” Well…I-. I guess I didn’t want to come across as too eager. You know? Didn’t want to look like a desperate pervert.”

“Well, I already think you’re a desperate pervert.”, she brings the cigarette up to her lips again:” A call wouldn’t have changed that.”

“You’re a right pain in the arse, you know that?”, he asks, a softer smile now playing on his lips as he mutters his words. He takes a step towards her:” I hate how I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Y/N stares at him for a few moments before pointing her thumb over her shoulder towards the small fence:” The beer here is shite. Wanna go to a pub instead?” She eyes how he tosses the cigarette on the ground before stomping it out with his foot. He casually offers his arm to her:” Shall we? Princess?” He doesn’t have to ask her twice.

“I’m going to show you the finest shithole in Manchester.”

Their relationship lasted for 6 full years. Then it abruptly ended. To this day neither one of them has said why.

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

350 fans attended. 10 fans per table. Buffet style. It took a long time for us to all get our food, pick a seat and sit down. 10 minutes later, Jensen and Steve walked in and greeted all of us from the stage.

Jensen started by explaining how they got this panel idea: because he often gets band related questions in panels and he feels bad about it sometimes, because not everyone with him is involved and they couldn't weigh in. (He jokingly lowered his voice)"Jared", and he doesn't want anyone to feel left out. And also, the only person(s) who could answer Radio Company related questions are either him or Steve. So they got the idea of doing a panel specifically for music related questions together and since we are in Texas, BBQ!

How do they collaborate with each other? Jensen said Steve is the more musically talented of the two, he is the one who could read music and communicate with professionals and explain what they need. Jensen just, he considers himself as having sharp ears. He might not know what exactly something was called but he knows when something just sounds right (or wrong), just by listening to it. And Steve is the one who enriches and develops from his hunch, and communicates with other professional musicians to work on them. Because, Jensen admits, he does not have the vocab of all those technical terms.

They did a little demonstration with guitar, Jensen strung a simple tune and gestured to Steve, and Steve was like, "You want me to do it here, now?" but he picked it up and made it into a much more complex melody and Jensen laughed, "now you are just showing off!" Steve mentioned it's like Jensen's "acting stuff" and Jensen fake astonished like, "Acting STUFF?" And Steve was like, How would I know what you do? All I know is you were always off busy doing your...stuff!

City Grown Willow. It's a song Steve wrote as a gift to a couple of his friends 10 years ago. The husband was from Colorado (cowboy) and wife from LA. They had split up now but they were a great couple. And the song was just kind of put on the shelf after it was written. One day Jensen and Steve were trying some music together, and Jensen asked Steve if he has anything that's already baked. Steve said you know most of my stuff already! You were there when I wrote them! Then he suddenly remembered, oh there is this one...and afterwards Jensen was like, can I have it? And that's how it came to be.

How did they first start? They were both from Texas and became friends in the good old days. Early 2000s they were roommates in Vancouver and Steve sometimes recorded at home. When he was recording his first album, Jensen walked in and was like, what is that? I love the song. He casually sang the harmony and Steve was like, I didn't know you could sing? Jensen was humble about it and said something like, Yeah I could carry a tune now and then. But Steve was so impressed he insisted for Jensen to record it properly right there. Well they were at home anyway so, no biggy? And Steve ended up using Jensen's harmony for that song in his first album. And it went from there. They've collaborated together and developed more than 50 songs now.

Austin summer! Hhh Steve is an Austin local. He said every year he gave a birthday concert. It's a small gathering, just for friends. And this year is the 10th anniversary and everyone was like, Steve, could we do it anywhere but Austin for this year? August, too hot! And he was like, well, yeah, all right. And then Jensen called, and his 10th anniversary concert was still held in Austin! Last week. Jensen said, Well, it was meant to be! Also Jensen: I used to live here! Austin is great! But not in June, July, August, and sometimes throw in September too. Never liked Austin summer, and why did creation choose August I have asked this question for a year now.

Fans asked him what he misses most about Texas and he said, I don't? I am still here all the time. I am here now, I was here a few weeks ago and then a few weeks before that. My whole family's still here my mom and dad are in Dallas I often visit them. So I kind of... I didn't catch what he said after that but I got the idea that he thinks of himself more like commuting, instead of permanently moved out.

They mentioned an Easter egg they put in one of their songs, they used the exact same letters for 2 sentences and they were really proud of it and high fives each other all excited afterwards. I think it might be All Our Own but I'm not sure. Maybe someone else remembers?

The new song Home on the Road Jensen was shooting Rust in New Mexico and rented a small house next to the Rio Grande river. It's quiet and out of the way and he walks on riverbank trail on his day off and loved it. When Steve visited and they tried to hum a tune out and once they got it, the first words came out of Jensen for that tune was "home on the road". Just like that little house, his home on the road. Both him and Steve travel so much for work, it resonated. And they wrote the song. They said it's not polished yet but they sang it for us anyway. The tune reminded me of City Grown Willow. I think it'll become my new favorite.

If they were invited to perform in ACL festival will they go? Jensen: No!! Steve: Ugh definitely? Jensen: So here is your answer. Steve will drag me kicking and screaming to there. They laughed so hard and then Jensen said, no any time you have a chance to perform in that capacity, of course you go.

Talked about Kaleo and JJ. J2 and JJ are friends and they get together whenever JJ visits and they'd love to collaborate together if ever get the chance. This is all I could recall!