#up that familiarity so we could go 'oh she's probably listening to music while she does that'

[worth-the-chaos]

Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 7

Chapter Summary: You continue attempting to translate the code, commencing your operation to determine the nature of Russian involvement in Hawkins. Robin and Dustin continue their attempts to push the two of you together, tired of the mutual pining…oh and Erica has enough sass to probably take out an entire Russian army.

Content Warning: swearing (duh), Steve being a complete idiot, innuendos ;)

Word Count: 5.9k

Author’s Note: This chapter is really gearing up for the main plot of season 3 so a lot of it sticks to the plot of the show. I hope you all enjoy it! Message me if you want to be added to the taglist!

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***

You, Steve, and Dustin sat in the back of Scoops Ahoy listening to Dustin’s Russian recording on repeat trying to discern what any of it said, but with no such luck. You were pretty language oriented, excelling in your French classes, but outside of the realm of Romance languages, you were pretty much lost, making the experience all the more frustrating. This academic shit was supposed to come easy to you.

You sat in the chair next to Dustin with your head in your hands, sighing as he stopped the tape. Steve was pacing back and forth eating a banana. You already had known that he wasn’t going to be super helpful with this shit…he tended to catch on slower than the rest of you when shit was going down, so you assumed this was going to operate the same way.

“So, what do you think?” Dustin asked, looking between the two of you with bright eyes. Steve confirmed your suspicions when he replied, speaking through a mouthful of fruit.

“That music…that music right there at the end. It sounds familiar.”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s all you got from listening to that shit?” You asked, brows furrowed in irritation, your pent up frustration with last night’s conversation and Steve’s endless flirtations with patrons shining through your normally calm demeanor.

“Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We’re translating the Russian!” Dustin shouted in agreement.

“I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but then there’s music playing—“

You cut him off, sighing, “just go help Robin if you’re not going to be helpful back here.”

Steve glared at you, tossing his banana peel on the table in front of you before flipping you off and pushing dramatically through the door to the front. He could tell you were pissed off with him for more than his inability to miraculously translate a foreign language.

While you and Dustin continued trying and failing to translate the slavic language, Steve pulled Robin aside.

“Steve, what are you doing?” She asked, rolling her eyes. At least things were slow in the ice cream parlor, so it wasn’t an issue that they weren’t attending to the customers, given the fact that there weren’t any.

“I need to talk to you,” he said with urgency, and Robin’s expression softened into a look of concern. Steve didn’t normally come to her with shit; he had you for that so why would he?

“Wait, what’s going on?”

“I messed up,” Steve sighed, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair. “You know how I keep telling you that y/n and I are just friends? Well, we are…but we’re just friends that maybe perhaps kiss a little,” he whispered quickly so you couldn’t hear.

“What the fuck?!”

“Shhhh!” He put a finger to his mouth to quiet her down. “It’s not on the lips so it’s basically like it doesn’t even count,” Steve tried to defend himself, rolling his eyes.

“Steve! That is almost worse!” She whisper-screamed at him, her eyes wide. She thought back to all the times she had hounded you about the nature of your relationship with Steve, thinking back to how frustrated you always looked when you told her it was complicated.

“I-it’s...it’s nothing really! Like, I mean, I don’t know, sometimes I just do a little kiss—like so tiny—on her neck to wake her up in the morning or I—“

“STEVE! What the fuck do you mean ‘in the morning’? Does she spend the night at your house? Wait—have you slept together?”

“No!” Steve was quick to shut that train of thought down, “like I said, it’s just little kisses here and there, nothing major. But the problem is last night I took it a little too far and I think I messed everything up.” He buried his face in his hands, irritated with his own actions.

“Y/n isn’t the type of girl you can just do that shit with. She’s probably expecting you to make a move. How long has this been going on?” Robin asked, pissed the fuck off. She knew Steve had a history of being a player, and you didn’t deserve that shit. She saw the way you looked at him, and you were clearly in love regardless of if you were going to admit that to yourself or not. She wasn’t about to let Steve string you along until he inevitably ended up finding someone else, breaking your heart in the process.

“…like…eight months?” Steve replied sheepishly, realizing how bad all of this sounded when he said it out loud.

“Eight months?! Steve! You’ve been nearly dating her for eight months and then you come in here every day and hit on other girls in front of her?”

“Shit!” Steve wanted to kick himself. Of course you were frustrated with him. He was sending you mixed signals all the time. “It’s just…I don’t want to mess up what we already have. I thought if I found someone else then I wouldn’t have to risk it, you know? We could just stay friends. Like I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if I asked her out and then shit didn’t work out….I can’t lose her, Robin; I just can’t.”

“You’re going to lose her in a much more painful way when she realizes how much of an ass you are for putting her through that. She’s like the perfect woman, Steve! She laughs at your dumbass jokes and she puts up with all your shit, just ask her the fuck out!”

“It’s not that easy,” Steve grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“It really is,” Robin spat, done with Steve’s bullshit, “just march back there and tell her that you messed up and you love her and then…I don’t know, kiss her and go on your merry way. Sounds pretty damn simple to me.”

“Robin, there’s a lot of shit going on that’s making it a little bit difficult to focus on making a move right now.”

“What, like the Russians?” She asked, a smirk on her face while she raised an eyebrow at him. Steve’s face fell as he gaped at her. How the fuck does she know about that?

Steve opened his mouth to speak, to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about when your muffled voice rang out into the front as you yelled, “fuck!”

Both of them hustled to the back, finding you pacing back and forth like Steve had been earlier, gripping the covers of the Russian dictionary aggressively while you angrily flipped through pages. The hostility radiating from you was palpable, and Robin turned to give Steve a look that said “you did this” before noticing that Steve’s douchebag tally had been erased from her board.

“Hey, my board! That was important data shit birds!” She yelled, looking between the three of you. You stopped pacing, looking up at her and giving her an apologetic look.

“I guarantee what we’re doing is way more important than your data,” Dustin spoke up, justifying the fact that he had messed with her shit.

“Yeah? And how do you know that these Russians are up to no good anyway?” She asked, smirking.

“You told her about the Russians?” Dustin asked Steve in disbelief, feeling betrayed.

“It wasn’t me!” Steve defended himself and Dustin whipped his head around to look at you.

“I didn’t tell her anything either!”

“Hello? I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You are all extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate it but haven’t figured out a word because you didn’t realize that Russians use an entirely different alphabet. Sound about right?”

Your face flushed, her explanation making you feel a little dense because she wasn’t wrong. If only she knew about the other weird shit that had happened in Hawkins. Evil Russians didn’t sound so unbelievable when you had already dealt with nine-foot tall monsters with faces that opened up. In comparison, this was pretty damn feasible and normal.

You all stared at her dumbfounded, but then she went to grab the tape and Steve sprung into action, snatching it before she could reach it. “Woah! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to hear it.”

“Why?” The boys both asked in unison and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure why they were gatekeeping the tape. It didn’t make a damn difference now that she knew about it.

“Because maybe I can help. I’m fluent in four languages you know.”

“Russian?” Dustin asked, hopeful.

“Ou-yay are-yay umb-day,” she rattled out.

“Oh-ho-ho!” Steve said while Dustin laughed “holy shit!” You rolled your eyes, knowing what she was doing as you tried to hold back a smile.

“That was Pig Latin, dingus. But I can speak Spanish, French, and Italian, and I’ve been in band for twelve years. My ears are little geniuses. Trust me.”

You pried the tape from Steve’s hand and gave it to Robin, before walking to the front to go attend to the customer who was incessantly ringing the bell. Steve followed you hesitantly, knowing he was going to be no help with translating Russian.

After about another hour of serving ice cream to the ungrateful citizens of Hawkins, Indiana, Robin slid open the glass window to the front announcing that her and Dustin had figured out the first sentence.

You and Steve rushed over to the window, each holding an ice cream cone. “Oh seriously?” You asked, eager to hear what it was. You were glad Robin was helping now because your efforts were seriously going nowhere.

“The week is long,” Robin said in a Russian accent. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, that’s thrilling,” Steve replied sarcastically, clearly unimpressed.

“I know, but it’s progress,” Robin assured both of you before disappearing back into the depths of the break room. You both turned around, handing the cones to your very familiar customers.

“Okay, here you go, you got a strawberry—“ Steve started, reaching out his cone to Max.

“—and a vanilla with sprinkles, extra whipped cream,” you finished, handing yours to Eleven. They both thanked you, and you took a second to really look at Eleven. She looked much happier than you’d ever seen her. You smiled as you took in the sight of her tousled wavy hair, a sharp contrast to the buzzed haircut you had heard about. “I love your jumpsuit by the way,” you complimented her outfit and she smiled.

“Wait, are you even allowed to be here?” Steve asked, and the girls just looked at each other and laughed, darting quickly out of the shop. “That...okay,” Steve’s voice trailed off, giving up on trying to understand these weird ass kids.

“It’s nice to see them happy, you know?” You spoke up. For how busy the mall was, you were fortunate that you had occasional slow moments like these.

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Steve replied, watching as Max and Eleven laughed at something in the distance, before darting into another store. Being protective, he was a little worried about Eleven. He knew Hopper didn’t want her going out a ton, especially to really crowded places like the mall. It wasn’t safe for her, both in terms of needing to keep her powers secret and because she was still so naive about the world around her. Steve supposed she’d seen enough of the bad in it to be cautious though. He shuddered at the thought. “I just worry, though, you know?”

“I do too,” you sighed, “I just want what’s best for all of them, and I spend a lot of days wishing we could’ve protected them from more. I guess it doesn’t help that now we’re assisting Dustin in Operation Russian Invasion, but I just keep telling myself that at least it’s not the Upside Down.”

He just nodded in agreement, and the two of you went back to working alongside each other in a comfortable silence.

You were exhausted by the time your shift ended. The mall was already closed and you basked in the silence, a treat after the hustle and bustle of all the nonstop activity that occurred during the day. With Dustin and Robin knee deep in translating his recording, you and Steve were left to tend to customers all day, meaning that you hadn’t had a break besides the brief ones between patrons.

Steve was counting the drawer while you went to grab the disinfectant to wipe down the tables to finish out the closing procedures when he stopped what he was doing to gently grab your elbow before you crossed the counter. He needed you to know what you meant to him. He needed to fix his mistake.

“Y/n, about last night—“ he started but you cut him off.

“Steve, I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t know what got into me, really it was fine. It was just a long shift and I got emotional. I don’t even know why I did because I like when you kiss me like that and-and I like spending the night at your house and I don’t care that—“

“Y/n?”

“…yeah?” You responded looking up at him innocently, biting your lip embarrassed at the way you had just rambled. Steve tried not to melt right there while your eyes stared up at him like that.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” He breathed out and you nodded slightly, leaning in as your eyes fluttered shut. One of his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer as he used his other hand to gently tilt your chin up. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your lips, your heart racing as he began to lean in to close the gap.

Before your lips could touch, the doors to the back room burst open, and you jumped away from each other as quickly as you could, as Dustin slid through them, totally ruining the moment that you had been waiting two years for.

“What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me! I’m about to have a heart attack, geez,” you scolded, your hand on your chest to settle your racing heart, though Dustin wasn’t entirely to blame for that.

“Yeah, don’t ever fucking do that again,” Steve added, frustrated at the boy’s impeccable timing. He had spent the last two and a half hours of your shift working up the confidence to do that.

“Geez, what’s got you so on edge?” Dustin rolled his eyes. “Anyway, we’ve translated like half of it!”

“Really?” You asked excitedly, your previous irritation quickly being replaced with anticipation. It had been a long day and you were glad at least something good was going to come out of it…or bad, you guessed. It all depended on what the translation was.

You all quickly entered the backroom, standing across from Robin’s whiteboard as you all read aloud the translated version of the top secret Russian communication.

“The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.”

You all paused, not really sure what to say as the result of hours worth of translating was pretty anticlimactic. Steve finally spoke up, “I mean…it’s nonsense.”

“No shit,” you replied, sighing and heading back to the front to leave. Everyone else followed you, packing up their things disappointment permeating through the nautical themed ice cream shop.

“I mean, it just…it just can’t be right,” Steve proposed as he closed the metal caging to officially close up for the night, locking it before he stood up.

“It’s right,” Robin defended herself.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news,” Dustin chimed in.

“How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes; it’s total nonsense,” Steve reiterated his point from before.

“It’s not nonsense,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s too specific, it’s obviously a code.”

“What do you mean a code?” Steve inquired, and Dustin fielded the question for you, Steve, per usual, being the last one to get it.

“Like a super secret spy code.”

“That’s a total stretch,” Steve scoffed.

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin chimed in, “listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that this is a secret Russian transmission. What did you think they were going to say? ‘Fire the warhead at noon’? And my translation is correct, I know that for sure, so…’the silver cat feeds’. Why would anyone talk like that if they weren’t trying to mask what they were saying?”

“Exactly!” You and Dustin said in unison.

“And why would anyone want to mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?” You continued, turning to look at Dustin. “So I guess that confirms your suspicion.”

“Evil Russians,” he nodded with a smirk, happy that his intuition had served him correctly in your eyes. Despite the countless times he disobeyed you, he really did care what you thought…he just had a funny way of showing it sometimes. “So how do we crack it?” Dustin asked.

“I guess we translate the rest and see if a pattern emerges…” Robin and Dustin continued on, discussing what elements of the code could possibly mean, but you and Steve fell behind. He had stopped in front of one of the mechanical children’s rides, fishing in the pocket of his uniform shorts for loose change.

Robin and Dustin finally noticed that you two were no longer with them, turning to rejoin you. “Steve, what are you doing?” You asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

“Uh, it’s a quarter,” he muttered to himself, “hey do you have a quarter?” He asked, eyes darting to everyone in the group.

“You sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin inquired sarcastically, and you laughed as you fist bumped her. You were so glad you had someone else that was just as good as you at keeping the boy’s ego in check.

“Quarter!” He shouted, and you rolled your eyes as you tossed him one. He frantically spun back around, shoving it into the coin slot as the horse started rocking up and down.

“You need help getting up, Stevie?” You asked and Steve tried not to get flustered at the double entendre buried within your words while he shushed you.

“Will you all just shut up and listen?”

You sighed as all of you quieted down, listening to the little jingle the ride played out while it ran. Something about it seemed way too familiar, and your brow furrowed as you tried to figure it out, looking between Robin and Dustin.

“Holy shit!” The younger boy finally spoke up, quickly pulling his backpack off his shoulders and searching for the tape. He finally found it and hit play, all of you listening to the music echo back into the quiet mall.

“I don’t understand,” Robin shook her head.

“It’s the exact same song on the recording,” you spoke up, the reality of it all finally sinking in.

“So? Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.”

“‘Indiana Flyer,’?” Steve spoke up, reading the scrolling script on the side of the ride, “I don’t…I don’t think so. This code…it didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.” For as dense as Steve usually was, this time he was right. The four of you stood in silence, listening to the music ring out through the empty corridors of Starcourt Mall, the light and lilting tune taking on a darker and more sinister feeling.

You made eye contact with Steve and you could see the worry in his eyes too. There was something very wrong with all of this…and of course Dustin was the common thread bringing you all into it.

***

Steve was crouched behind a fake plant, regretting nearly all the life decisions he’d made that brought him to this point. Dustin sat beside him while you and Robin stayed back at the shop to tend to customers.

“See anything?” Dustin asked.

Steve held up his binoculars, looking around the crowded mall, “uh, I guess I don’t really know what I’m looking for.”

“Evil Russians,” Dustin responded, as if it was so incredibly simple.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t know what exactly evil Russians are supposed to look like.”

“Tall, blond, not smiling. Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing,” Dustin responded. Damn, this kid had his shit together, Steve thought, always impressed by the young boy’s intelligence.

Steve nodded, continuing to scan the mall when he noticed a couple on the second floor. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Anna Jacobi is talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky! Whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench!” He grumbled.

“Dude you are the worst spy in history, you know that? Give me those,” Dustin scolded, grabbing the binoculars from Steve, yanking his neck to the side in the process. “Besides I don’t get why you’re looking at other girls when you have the perfect one right in front of you.”

“Seriously, if you say y/n one more time—“

“Y/n….y/n, y/n, y/n y/n, y/n,” Dustin cut him off.

“Dude, just stop. You don’t get it, okay?” Steve grumbled. Dustin made it sound so easy, but after eight months of kind of almost being together, Steve was struggling to just commit. You were intimidating, even after two years of knowing each other the way that you did.

“It doesn’t seem that complicated to me. You clearly like each other, I know she spends the night at your house, just ask her out already!” Dustin said impatiently. He was tired of watching you pine after one another day after day. It was honestly sickening.

“I can’t just ask her out! She’s not like that…I-I don’t even know if she wants that. I don’t know that she wants me. And I can’t just outright ask her, no, that would just be way too pathetic after all this time,” Steve rambled on, not really sure why he was engaging in this conversation with the boy. Dustin didn’t need to know anything about the nature of the relationship between the two of you. He was a loudmouth and Steve didn’t really trust him not to accidentally let the content of this conversation slip out in front of you.

“Steve. She likes you. It’s about the most obvious thing on the face of planet earth. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that if you don’t ask her out now, she’s going to move on. She’s not going to wait around for you forever, you know.”

“What is that some stupid shit you learned at Camp Know…Nothing?” Steve taunted. He knew he was being an asshole, but he couldn’t help getting defensive. He knew he was making mistakes. He didn’t need some fourteen year old to tell him.

“Camp Know Where, actually,” Dustin corrected before continuing, “and it’s shit I learned from life. If I hadn’t made a move with Suzie, then we never would’ve gotten together, and she’d probably be dating somebody else by now.”

“Oh, yeah, you mean ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’? Yeah, that Suzie. Oh and let’s think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?” Steve asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he scratched his head to feign contemplation. “Oh yeah. With my advice because that’s how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, and you follow through, not the other way around, alright pea-brain?” Steve spat as he grabbed the binoculars back. This kid fucking sucks.

While the boys were botching their spy mission, you and Robin worked double time trying to serve ice cream and crack the rest of the Russian code.

“The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly,” Robin repeated for the tenth time, staring at the notebook with the translated code. You groaned, burying your head in the pages of the Russian to English dictionary. This was going to kill you. You could handle kicking the ass of an inter dimensional monster, but this…this code was going kill you slowly and much more painfully.

Suddenly you heard a knock on the back door, and Robin slid through the window to get it. You figured it was the delivery you had been waiting on. You picked up the notebook, staring at the words and willing them to make sense, but to no such avail.

“Y/n, you’re not going to believe who Dustin thought was a Russian,” Steve called out to you, entering the ice cream parlor.

“No I did not!” Dustin defended himself, irritated.

You were about to open your mouth to speak when Robin flew through the saloon doors, shoving in between Steve and Dustin darting right out the front of the shop.

“What the fuck is going on with her?” Steve asked, looking at you with his brow furrowed. You stood there gaping, equally confused as you just shrugged, skillfully, hopping over the counter as you jogged out to follow her.

“Robin,” you called out to her as she turned around to face you, “what are you doing?”

“I cracked it,” she smiled.

“Cracked what?” Steve asked, him and Dustin catching up to you.

“I cracked the code.”

***

After Robin explained what the code meant, Dustin went up to the roof to do some spying. What he saw definitely did not add up to being normal day to day mall shipments and operations, but he explained that it would be difficult to determine anything because of the security at the door.

“…but unfortunately the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in these boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it” Dustin finished explaining.

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” Robin reasoned, and you nodded, agreeing with her.

Steve took his hat off and tossed it on the table of the break room. “Well, you know…I could just take him out,” Steve leaned forward, crossing his arms over the table and nodding as if that was the most reasonable solution.

“Take who out?” Because it certainly wasn’t you, you thought as you asked, hoping that making him repeat himself would help him to realize how ridiculous that sounds.

“The Russian guard,” Steve reiterated, continuing as you stared at him wide eyed and gaping, “what? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, I take his keycard. Easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin asked, arms crossed.

“Yes, Dustin, I did…and that is why I would be sneaking,” Steve emphasized as if that made any damn difference.

“Tell me this, and be honest…have you ever actually won a fight?” Dustin shot back.

“Alright, that was one time—“

You cut Steve off, thinking back to his bruised and battered face the first time you’d knocked on his door, “Twice. Jonathan. Year prior.” Dustin pointed at you, raising his eyebrows, eyes still locked on Steve’s.

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

“Really, because it looked like he beat the shit out of you…” the boys continued arguing, Steve trying desperately to make it seem like he had the upper hand on that occasion, which you knew was a complete lie.

Suddenly, Robin stood up, running to the front and taking all of the money from the tip jar.

“Robin! Hey, Robin, what are you doing?” Steve asked as you all followed her to the front.

“I need cash.”

“Well a third of that’s mine! Where’re you going?” He replied exasperated. He was getting real damn tired of this shit.

“To find a way into that room—a safe way—and in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff!” She shouted out before darting to her left. You stammered, watching her leave before you decided you couldn’t stand another minute stuck with the two boys before taking off after her.

Steve was calling after you, but you didn’t care. You were glad you were at least somewhat in shape, as you quickly caught up with Robin.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m going with you.”

“But you don’t have a bike,” Robin argued as you pushed open the door for her, the two of you exiting onto the parking lot.

“No, but Dustin does,” you smirked, pulling his bike from the bike rack, “it’s not like he’ll be going anywhere.”

Robin shrugged and the two of you took off towards the square.

“Where are we going?” You asked her, not sure why she was fleeing Starcourt and needed all of the tip money.

“County Recorder’s Office. They’ll have blueprints for the mall, the floor plans, the duct work, everything. That’ll give us our way in.”

You laughed in excitement, impressed by Robin’s intelligence as you both picked up the pace on your bikes. It was probably a sight to behold; two girls in sailor uniforms biking their way through Hawkins.

By the time you got back and explained everything to the boys, they were eager to get to work. Steve quickly got up from his chair, going to the small storage room in the back and grabbing a toolkit from the top shelf and a ladder. He quickly set it up, climbing up it to start unscrewing the vent cover. He placed the screw driver in his mouth as he removed the panel, speaking around it to ask for a flashlight. You found it strangely attractive, as you stood there looking up at him.

“Y/n, he said he needs the flashlight,” Dustin nudged you. You shook your head to clear the thought away taking the screwdriver from him while you handed him up the flashlight.

“Yeah, I don’t know that any of us are gonna fit in here, it’s like…super tight,” Steve said, pointing his flashlight down the ducts. He knew one thing for certain, his six foot body definitely wasn’t making it. He thought about your curvy frame, knowing damn well you weren’t going to fit either. You have too good of an ass to fit in there, he thought, descending the ladder.

“I’ll fit. Trust me, no collar bones, remember?” Dustin spoke up, Steve handing him the flashlight.

“Excuse me?” Robin asked, clearly concerned and confused by the boy’s statement.

“Oh, he’s, uh…yeah he’s got some kind of disease. It—it’s chry…chrydo, um…something. Yeah, I dunno, he’s missing bones and stuff; he can bend like Gumbo,” Steve attempted to explain.

“It’s cleidocranial dysplasia and Gumby,” you corrected both of his blunders respectively.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo,” Steve replied confidently, you rolled your eyes while Dustin started yelling from the vents.

“Steve, shut up and push me!”

“Okay,” Steve threw up his hands, making a face to mock the boy, “I’ll push ya,” Steve added as he grabbed Dustin’s legs to shove him forward.

“Not my feet dumbass; push my ass!”

“What?” Steve asked, confused.

“Touch my butt! I don’t care!” Dustin yelled, tired of being stuck in the vent. The boys continued bickering as Steve’s shoving went no where, when you heard the ringing of the bell, seeing the familiar face of Erica Sinclair through the window, Scoops Ahoy’s most notorious customer.

“Ahoy? Sailors? Get over here and serve me some samples!” She shouted, her tone dripping in attitude and sass. You and Robin made eye contact, clearly thinking the same exact thing.

“Great minds,” you whispered before pushing through to the front room. You redirected your focus towards the small girl in front of you, “hey, Erica! Could you maybe help us out with something real quick?”

“What could you costume-wearing bozos possibly need my help with?” She shot back, and the fake smile you had plastered on your face quickly fell as you glared at the small child.

“If you want any more free samples, I would suggest you just take a look.”

“Fine,” she sighed, stepping around the counter.

“Great! All I need you to do is tell me if you think you can fit through that air vent,” you explained as you guided her to the back grabbing the flashlight off the table and handing it to her. She climbed up the ladder and looked, and you all held your breath as you waited for her to respond.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” she said, climbing down and turning to face you.

“You don’t know if you can fit?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want to,” she crossed her arms.

“Well, what’s the problem?” Steve asked. His voice was gentler than it normally was when the kids were being difficult. Seeing that he might have a soft spot for Lucas’ little sister made your heart skip in your chest.

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in it for Erica.”

Steve sighed, shoving past Dustin and going to the front, quickly making an elaborate sundae. Once he finished, he moved around the counter, walking over and placing it at a booth. Honestly, this was the best he’d ever attempted at actually doing his job, you thought as you all moved to join him. She sat down across from him, inspecting the sundae before pushing it back towards him, “more fudge, please.”

He pressed his lips into a line and quietly got up to go fix the girl’s ice cream. You stepped up to follow him, baffled by the fact that he hadn’t yelled yet. This was the fourth time she’d sent him back.

Steve was angrily remaking the sundae by the time you moved around the counter, deciding to just start over since her ice cream had already started to melt. You could tell he was seething, and you bit your lip to avoid laughing.

“Steve?” You asked hesitantly.

“What?!” He shot back, his jaw set in the angriest expression you’d ever seen him wear.

“It’s just, I’ve never seen someone make an ice cream sundae so aggressively before, and I’m starting to get worried because you haven’t yelled yet,” you replied. He sighed, hanging his head as he pressed his hands against the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath before standing up.

“Well, I can’t just yell at her, now can I?”

“I don’t see why not. You yell at all the kids…all the time,” you reminded him.

“This is a very different situation. For starters, she’s like ten. I’m not going to yell at a literal ten year old. Secondly, we actively need something from her, so the second I yell at her, she’s just gonna say no and then we’re screwed, okay?”

He did have a point, but you could overhear her sass from across the room and really didn’t know how Steve had been able to hold back. You were extremely patient, all things considered, and you were seconds away from yelling at the girl.

Robin darted over to the counter leaning in smiling. “She finally agreed!”

You and Steve looked at each other hesitantly. You weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. You had no way of knowing what you were getting yourself into and you could help but feel guilty bringing Erica into it all. Steve was definitely feeling the same way, but he reached over to grab your hand under the counter where Robin couldn’t see, giving it a tight squeeze before he nodded.

Now you just had to wait for the mall to close.

***

a/n: thank you for reading! I’m looking forward to writing the next part which will likely have a little more originality to it. Remember to comment and reblog! I love hearing what you guys think <3

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[klausysworld]

hi lovely, loving your writing as always 🫶🏻🫶🏻, i was just wondering if you’d write something a little different. Just an idea that came to mind, which is Y/N a previous ex Klaus or someone of the TVD men have mistreated. Traumatised and heartbroken, Y/N moves to a new city and starts a whole new life. A year later, Klaus and the Tvd gang at different locations (klaus = new orleans) (damon = new york) etc are listening to the same music channel, all of a sudden a familiar voice starts playing on the radio- it’s Miss Y/N, the newly and all so talented pop star.

Completely understandable if you’re not into this, it is different and doesn’t seem to be your theme. If you do do it then great, if not great 🤭lotta love for you and your writing.🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

(Gonna be a lot of jumping to different people but will remain in third person throughout)

She Did It

Y/n hadn’t had the smoothest ride to success.

Growing up in Mystic Falls Virginia was just the start of the rocky road known as life.

Being tangled in the supernatural drama as a result of being Elena, Bonnie and Carolines best friend was a whole other trip.

Falling for a toxic original hybrid that doesn’t know how to love hit her hard.

Being used whether it be for leverage in a life and death situation or for her body, she never had it easy.

Losing so many of her friends as a result only made it worse.

Him cheating on her and getting a werewolf pregnant was the straw on the camels back.

But if we’re being honest it was probably the best thing that could have happened. She was free to do whatever the fuck she wanted.

So she graduated, and got the hell out of that town so fast not even a tribrid could catch her.

Y/n went of the grid for nearly 4 years before she was heard from…or of again.

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(New York-Damon and Elena Salvatore)

It was a hot summers day in the city that never sleeps, Damon and Elena stood on the balcony of their apartment in the sun with the radio playing.

Damon stood by the barbecue flipping the burgers while Elena overlook the city. Only happy thoughts in her mind as she tapped her nails along the beat of the song that played.

Damons face twisted into one of recognition and slight confusion as he turned to Elena

“Have we heard this song already?” He asked trying to remember what had already played

“No I think it’s new, why?” Elena hums dismissively

“It sounds oddly familiar” he murmurs

Elena listens a little better and pays attention to the voice, her slight accent peeking through her words and the husk in her tone at certain points throughout. Her brows went up and she slowly stood, her hand moved to turn it up and a smile began to spread across her face

“What is it?” Damon asked confused

“Y/n” Elena stated with a growing grin “Y/n is singing” she projected “oh my god! Oh my god get the phone! Call Caroline right now!”

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(Boston-Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennet)

Both girls smiled as they saw Elena’s name appear on Care’s phone.

Caroline picked up and put her on speaker

“Hey Elena, how’s New Yorkk??” Care asked cheerfully

“Caroline turn on the radio right now! You won’t believe who’s singing!” Elena nearly yelled down the phone. Bonnie furrowed her brows but ran on over to the radio and turned it on.

Their faces light up within seconds of eachother as Bonnie whispered an “oh my god”

“She did it” Caroline uttered, her hand going over her mouth “she freaking did it!” She yelled ready to jump up and down. Both her and Bonnie were hugging in excitement as they listened to their old best friend pour her heart and soul into only 4 minutes of passion.

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(New Orleans-Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson)

Klaus had frozen in step when he heard Rebekah singing along to a very familiar voice.

He stood in the door way staring amazed at the speaker that blasted her voice before the radio presenter chimed it

“And that was miss y/n’s newest big hit, it would seem she just keeps hitting the charts, last week she knocked out her own number one with another” the guy announced making Klaus take a step inside. His jaw went slack as he listened to the people praise her music and the meaning behind her songs. “I’m excited for her interview tomorrow morning” they continued

Rebekah noticed Klaus’s face and smirked “didn’t know she was basically a superstar?” She asked amused and he shook her head “she’s literally everywhere at the moment! How have you not heard her!?” She questioned with a laugh but he only blinked dumbfounded.

Klaus stood for several more songs until eventually leaving and sitting in his own room with his headphones blaring.

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(California-Y/n’s interview on TV).

Interviewer is in italics & Y/n is normal text

Y/n’s smile was big as she sat down opposite her interviewer. The cameras focused on her, she truly looked flawless.

“You look lovely this morning” the presenter greeted, sitting up straight in his chair as she grinned in excitement at him

“Thank you, you do to of course” she responded politely and he smiled

“I don’t want to come on too head on but god everyone is just dying to know, ‘who is y/n y/l/n!?’” He questioned leaning toward her eagerly making her laugh lightly

“No no it’s fine, straight to the point” she began “well I mean, it’s sort of a long story but I always had the dream and aspiration to become a singer and one day something just happened and it made me realise that it would only ever be a dream if I didn’t actually go for it” she explained and the man nodded

“Surely it’s more complicated than that?” He questioned

“No yeah of course, I mean I went to so many different places. I’ve sang in bars, i’ve been a busker on the streets of Chicago, i’ve had producers turn me away and auditions gone wrong. I’ve choked a few times and just had a lot of self doubt toward earlier years. It took like three years to get here, and of course that is like really freaking fast when you think about it because some people are trying for so long and get nowhere. I guess it was partly luck. I prefer to thank the public, I mostly got recognition from people posing me on social media and then bigger people approached me from there” she told him in more detail

“You are a role model to so many young women, you’ve proved to be incredibly resilient and ambitious. Your talent has gotten you so far, you’re already making songs with other huge stars” he stated with a look for her to confirm his words

She nodded and her smile grew

“I’m actually um, flying up to Michigan, Detroit next week, I’m producing a song slash rap with Marshal, well Eminem” she confirms and the cameras flash on her face

“So we should all be expecting a new phenomenon to be created” he question, his hands rubbing together

“I mean it’s Eminem, he hasn’t failed yet” she laughed

“And seeing the other people you’ve already sang with, you shouldn’t be any trouble, fans are truly over the moon to hear the both of you together” he adds

“Yeah, I mean, I’m incredibly excited as well obviously. I’m actually making up a collaborations album, I’ve already recorded some of the tracks on there with uh Taylor Swift and Lana del rey, then I’m with Eminem next week and some time down the line I have a meeting with Billie Eilish and her team and a couple other people but I wanna keep some surprises for the future”

The interviewer nodded along with what she said and leaned back in his seat

“Within very minimal years you have become such a huge success, what are your plans for the future?”

“Well I’m not overly sure to be honest. I know that I want to tour. I’ve done like a couple festivals and a few bigger events but I want to make my way around the states and eventually get out of America you know? I want to go world wide, I’ve actually already got a lot of requests to come to other countries but I need to do states first, see how much I make and how expensive a world tour will actually be”

Each person from her past watched snd listened to everything she said in that interview.

They all listened to the album she had already released and were all eager for her to create a collaborations one.

In some ways it was unbelievable but really, they all knew she was capable.

(I wanted this to focus more on the happiness that they all felt for her finally having her dreams rather than it being all about the past)

(Hope this was sort of what you wanted??? Im not gonna lie I have made up so so so many like fake scenarios in my head with basically this plot😭😭 I always end dating young Eminem and Klaus is all depressed cuz he wants me back. Basically I’m just a very sad being with little to no social life 😬)

[topsytervy]

Santa Looks Familiar

So, I thought of this while on my drive home yesterday from work. I decided it was finally time to listen to Christmas music willingly and so I put on my playlist, appropriately named tis the season bitches, and I forgot I had Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy (Travis Tritt version courtesy of my mother) on it and this came to be.

I just couldn't think of who I wanted it to be so I made it as vague as possible so you can imagine whoever you wanted it to be. Sports player, video game character, movie character, whoever. I'm just going to add some tags so this can make it's rounds.

Happy Holidays folks.

synopsis: your daughter notices that Santa looks kind of familiar. Almost kind of like daddy?

warnings: none except probably grammar/spelling, and one mention of beer

word count: 1,075

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“Asher, wake up, wake up.” The young boy groaned, flipping onto his side as he pulled the blanket up higher. “Asher, come on. Santa’s here.” 

Asher’s eyes shot open as he sat up, “really?” He asked his older sister and she nodded, putting a finger to her lips. 

“We gotta be really quiet though.” She whispered before motioning for her little brother to follow her.  

The two of them creeped out of the bedroom and into the hallway, keeping low as the peeked through the banister, looking down into the living room as the man in the red suit put the last of the gifts under the tree, standing up afterwards. 

“That’s the last of them,” the siblings heard him say and Lily furrowed her eyebrows. 

The voice sounded familiar to her, but she shook her head. 

How many times had she thought she heard their mother’s voice, but it turned out to be a complete stranger? 

“Look, Lily. He’s going for the cookies.” Asher nudged her and she watched as he reached over, snagging a couple of the cookies, taking a bite of one. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” 

The two trained their eyes on their mother who was walking over to Santa before stopping in front of him, hands on her hip. 

“Santa tax,” he shrugged before holding a cookie out to her, “you really outdid yourself on these. They’re amazing. Here, open up.”  

Their mother rolled her eyes before opening her mouth, the kids' eyes widening as Santa popped the cookie into her mouth before his arms snaked around her waist pulling her close. 

“Uh oh. He better be careful or daddy’s going to beat him up,” Asher whispered to Lily and Lily squinted at the two. 

She watched the two adults for another minute before grabbing her little brother's arm. 

“Come on. Let's go before they catch us.” She whispered, softly tugging him back to his bedroom.  

She tucked Asher back into bed, saying good night before shutting the door until it was only open a crack. 

She glanced between her room and the stairs before heading towards the stairs, going down them as quietly as she could. 

She didn’t see her mother, but she did see Santa, his back turned to her as he drank the milk. 

The little girl cleared her throat and the man in the red suit froze, swallowing the milk in his mouth before turning towards her. 

“Well, if it isn’t miss Lily. What are you doing up and out of bed?” he questioned before leaning down, dropping his voice to a whisper, “you know, I take away presents from kids who aren’t in bed when I come right?” 

Lily stared into his eyes, the eyes that seemed oh so familiar with the same twinkle and color. 

“Daddy, is that you?”  

Santa raised an eyebrow, “now why would you think I’m your father?” 

“Well, you sound like him, and your eyes are the same,” she started. 

“A lot of people share the same eyes and voice as your dad.” He shrugged and she cocked her head. 

“And you’re not fat.” Lily was blunt with her words. 

“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Lily May.”  

“And you know my middle name. No one knows my middle name except mom and dad.” She stated matter-of-factly and he narrowed his eyes. 

“I’m Santa. I know everyone’s middle name. I know your middle name and Asher’s. I even know your parents' middle names.” 

“If you’re not dad, then why did you hug mom?” 

Santa waited a second before responding, “because all your dad wanted for Christmas was for your mom to make sure she was very loved and in order for that to happen, I had to hug her very tight so she could feel the love from you guys.”  

Lily blinked at him, “really?” 

Santa nodded, “yep. There’s no way to wrap love up and just hand it to someone. You have to give it to them through hugs.” 

“Oh,” Lily said, her eyes casting downwards before she turned them back towards Santa, “I’m sorry for getting out of bed and eavesdropping but between us,” she leaned in close, “my dad would’ve hurt you if he saw you hugging mom like that. He’s very protective of his family so I was just looking out for you.” She whispered. 

“Ah I see,” he smiled before reaching behind him and grabbing a cookie from the plate, handing it to her, “well, since you were looking out for me, I think I can overlook yoy being out of bed this one time.” He told her with a wink, and she grinned, nodding her head as she took the cookie from him and turned back towards the stairs. 

“Merry Christmas Santa.” She told him before heading back to her bedroom.  

“Merry Christmas Lily.” 

** 

Your eyes moved from your book to your husband as he came into the bedroom, removing the fake beard and hat.  

“Did you enjoy your milk, Santa?” You teased and he shrugged. 

“It was aright but between the two of us, I’m more of a beer guy.” He grinned before beginning to get changed from the costume to his pajamas and you bookmarked your page, setting the book on your bight stand. 

“What took you so long anyway honey?” 

He took a breath and looked over at you. “A very close call with Lil.” 

Your eyes widened. “Oh god.” 

“It's okay. I’m a fast thinker.  Explained any suspicions of Santa being daddy away. Many people have the same eye color and voice. Of course I know her middle name, I know everyone’s middle name.” he chuckled as he came over to his side and climbed into bed, “and that Santa was hugging mom because all dad wanted was for mom to know she was loved,” he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to your head as you blushed, throwing an arm over his waist. 

“I love you,” you told him, pecking his lips. 

“I love you too.” 

“You know she’ll figure it out eventually, right? Two years from now she could look back on this moment and put two and two together. That Santa and daddy looked an awful lot alike.” You told him. 

He shushed you as he closed his eyes. “Let's push that thought far away from us and just enjoy the fact that our kids still believe in Santa.”  

~~~~

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

6: Spring Broken: Craxk

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"I love this song!" Blitz chimed, turning up the volume. "You were a spicy little- uh- Demon with the- uh- bleach blonde haaaair!"

Loona looked annoyed, Moxxie was covering up his "ears", you and Millie was looking out the window smiling.

The van came to a sudden stop, giving everyone in there whiplash. A pink car with the words "Sucks 4 Life" was in their original parking spot.

"Oh, you "suck for life", do ya? Listen up, you unoriginal pink cum dump! You have three goddamn seconds to get your tits out of my parking spot!"

The passenger of the car stepped out and Blitz's jaw dropped. "Oh, shit! Verosika!"

"Blitzo" She smirked.

"I should have known you'd be here. I could smell fish for miles, which is odd. Because, I believe the nearest ocean is..." He stepped out from the car and fell flat on his face. "three rings down!"

You turned your head to Millie, "How do they know each other?"

"Beats me." She shrugged.

You were familiar with Verosika, you saw her at that rehab place that you were at for two months, but you only saw her once or twice before Verosika left.

"And I should have known you'd be here when I heard the Amber Alerts."

"Oh, yeah? I'm surprised they let your fat ass outta rehab. I can see you're still a drunken whore, clutching onto that Beelzejuice bottle like it's the last cock in Hell!"

Verosika pulled out a flask, "They let me out because I'm still famous. And rehab is for sad, loser wash-ups. So, your sister says "Hi","

Oh shit, I completely forgot about Barbie. Can't believe I forgot about her. Does Blitz know about it?

The two bickered about the parking spot while you were deep in your thoughts.

Loona got out of the van, "You know Verosika Mayday?"

"Huh...? Oh, yeah. Her, yeah. We dated."

You jumped out of the van, "You guys dated?"

"Oh shit, Y/n. When did you get out of rehab?" Verosika laughed.

Loona, Millie, and Moxxie looked at you, "You were in REHAB?" Moxxie shouted.

"Long story." Fucking hell.

"Okay let's get back to the main point, our fucking parking spot! Let's go handle this shit."

~~~

Loona, Vortex and Blitz was engaging in a conversation about the office that's right across from I.M.P.

"Oh, no you don't, bitch." Blitz muttered.

"Sir... how about you let me go in and try to reason with her? I don't really listen to what's classified as "pop genre" music, so her status to me is name recognition alone..." Moxxie suggested.

Blitz glared at Moxxie, "In my opinion, her music is a bit derivative of-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He interrupted.

Moxxie sighed and walked through the door to talk to her gang.

You turned towards Blitz. "When did you date her?"

"Like 2 years ago probably. Did you see her and my sister?"

"Yeah.." You mumbled. "I was in there for about two months or so, I only saw Verosika once or twice, she ended up leaving way before I did."

"And my sister?"

"She was still there when I left. We didn't talk that much, I think we were both in shock."

Blitz changed the conversation. "Moxxie, don't let her access any of your holes!"

Moxxie quickly ran out of the room, lipstick marks all over him. "I... I gotta go lie down... now."

"Oh, this won't STAND!" Blitz rushed into the same room, you following behind.

"Alright that's it, If you're gonna be shitty to my employees, then I challenge you to a fuckin'... challenge! Fuck, I said that twice."

"Mm this imp boy starting a duel?" One of the succumbs said.

"I think he is!" Verosika laughed. "And brought his crack head wittle fwiend with him!" She baby talked.

"Oh shut the fuck up."

"Just speaking the truth, so, what's the game Blitzo."

"Every year, you STD spreaders go up topside for easy pickin's while spring break is a prime time for crime of all kinds! So I bet... you succu-bitches can't fuck as many people as we can off by the end of the day."

Everyone laughed, Verosika got down on his level, "Game on, bitch."

~~~

"Alright, shut your assholes! Here's how we're gonna do this shit! First, we find a fuck ton of clients."

Blitz proceeded to draw out the steps with poorly bad drawings.

"...Do you have... any questions?"

"Uh, yeah. What was that nonsense?" Moxxie stood up.

Blitz argued with Moxxie, you on the other hand stood up to go to the bathroom to snort adderal that you found behind a dumpster, Hope this isn't laced.

"Uh where are you going?" Blitz questioned.

"Bathroom."

"No. Any more non dumbass questions?"

Loona spoke, "Hey, is there a way where I can come?"

You got an idea, tons of college students has drugs. "Yeah me too!"

"Absolutely not, I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie. Spring break is no place for young, vulnerable goth girls. And Y/n you said it yourself, you're a janitor."

You shrugged, "I can help lure people in."

"Well, I can blend in with humans easy enough. Just let me tag along." Loona added.

"Wait...you can blend in?" Millie asked.

"Yeah? Don't you guys have human disguises?" Nobody said anything, "You three have been screwing around on Earth this whole fucking time... without human disguises? Y/n what about you?"

"I only been up there once against my will. So don't drag me into this." You put your hands up in defense.

"Alright new plan! Loonie can help lure the humans to us, and we'll take care of the rest. Okay, how about that?"

"What about me?" You questioned.

"Bring your fucking broom and start WACKIN!"

"I think you're missing the biggest issue, sir. Isn't it crucial to have a client who demands enough kills to win this bet? We aren't just going up to massacre!" Moxxie intervened.

"I got that covered, Mox."

~~~

"Now, remember, we can't be seen, alright? And loose shots will likely cause a panic, so Loona can help with leading targets to a better spot to off 'em. You got the list, Loonie?" Blitz got his gun ready.

"Got it."

Loona transformed into a human looking version of herself, as your eyes widened, "You look beautiful!"

"You look...downright awful!" Blitz dawned. "I am so proud, now fetch!"

Loona and the rest got targets, while you were staring at the crowd, trying to see if you can find anybody snorting or even buying drugs. In order to not get caught of you obviously being an imp, you put a beanie on to cover up the horns and wrapped your tail around your waist. However you being red doesn't do you justice.

"Alright, spring breakers! Y'all ready to get fucked up and make some BITCHIN' BAD CHOICES!" Verosika shouted from the stage, inducing the crowd to roar her name.

You walked in between of people, trying to find just anything to get your hands on. With Verosika singing her mating song, everybody stopped what they were doing and started to get all sensual.

"This is my chance." You muttered. You found a couple smoking something out of a pipe. As you got closer it looked like was a crack pipe. "Bingo."

You walked over to them, and since they were too caught up making out you were able to grab the pipe and the lighter from their hands and lit it up, inhaling the stimulate. Within seconds your eyes dilated, heart raced, and you've been waiting for this feeling for a long time.

You saw Blitz and Loona in the distance arguing and turned the other way so you wont get caught with Blitz.

While walking away from the crowd you wanted to run and dance, but was afraid of Blitz catching you. With each second the drug took over and you started doing tricks and flips with the broom that you have. I probably look crazy as hell right now, you laughed.

You ended up tripping on the broom and fell in front of Millie and a very drunk Moxxie.

"Hey Y/n! How you been?" Millie smiled.

You stood still and gave her a thumbs up with a crack out smile.

Moxxie laughed, "Fish."

Confused, the two of you turned around and saw a huge monster-looking fish grab Moxxie.

"Moxxie!" Millie shouted before running towards the fish.

You had so much energy you needed to run and fight along. The two of you wrestled with the fish and with your cracked out strength you opened its mouth.

"Let's go Y/n!" Millie cheered, helping Moxxie out of the fish, and by helping she threw him.

In the distance Blitz was holding Moxxie, watching this fight.

"I love that woman," Moxxie smiled.

"Oh, she totally pegs you, doesn't she?" Blitz dropped his face once he caught a glimpse of you. "Holy shit, since when did she start to fight?"

You and Millie swam to shore, Millie out of breath, and you were still pumped up with energy.

"Oh my god that was amazing!" You shouted, jumping up and down. Blitz dropped Moxxie and walked over to you.

Your smile dropped and turned to walk away but he forcefully grabbed your arm, "Oh fuck you." He spat.

"Wait, Blitz I can explain!" He let go of your arm.

"You were clean for so long!"

He still doesn't know about the adderal, but you decided to keep it a secret. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't." He jabbed his finger into your chest before walking away.

"Blitzo." Verosika walked up to him, "Leaving Y/n like how you left me?"

"She left me first." He gritted through his teeth.

Millie interrupted this dispute about you and Blitz. "I don't think this belonged to any of us." Millie showed Verosika her flask. "Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world."

"Oh, Satan! You're gonna be so... FUUUUCKED!" Moxxie drunkly laughed.

"Y'know, we could keep this little B-movie scene on the down low if you agree to let us use that parking space." Blitz smirked.

"Fine." She agreed, crossing her arms.

"But we won! In your face bitch!" He flipped her off. "Come on, Loonie Tooney! Let's go back and park our fat fuckin' car in our fat fuckin' space!"

Everyone jumped into the portal, you following behind of Loona.

~~~

"Going to my room don't bother me!" Loona shouted before slamming her door.

You laid down on the couch, back facing Blitz. He sat down on the other end, neither of you saying a word to each other.

"Why did you do it?" He broke the silence. You just shrugged.

"Planning on being a coke and meth head? Planning on leaving me?" He raised his voice.

"I don't know why I did it." You mumbled. Blitz exhaled and rubbed his face.

"Don't ever pull that shit again, okay?"

You wanted to ask him if he even cares about you and if this is why he's mad other than his fear of you leaving him again, but you don't want to know the answer, you don't want to get hurt.

[taeyegu]

introduce me a good person — 003. oh shit

previous // next

word count — 876

warning(s) — mentions of food/drinks/eating, intoxicated characters, cheating/infidelity 

the homemade dinner at the doctors' shared apartment went well with no fire alarm going off that night.

"i still can't believe y/n and wonwoo went to go get food without us." soonyoung pouted for the umpth time. wonwoo sighed as he finished up washing the dishes,

"y/n got hungry before so we decided to get something small to eat." he responded plainly. y/n walked over from the sink to sit next to soonyoung at the dining table,

"i'm sorry soonyoung!" y/n exclaimed, "i thought i was going to eat with sejun today so i skipped breakfast and lunch... by the time sejun cancelled on me, i was starving. wonwoo said i should eat something before we got the groceries for tonight." a small pout formed on her lips and soonyoung (nor anyone) could stay mad.

"that's no way to treat one's girlfriend..." jihoon mumbled under his breath over by the couch as he was doing some extra research on the surgery he was to perform the following week.

"guys, i know you all care about me but sejun is a genuinely great guy!" y/n smiled. wonwoo finished up the dishes and sat down in front of y/n and soonyoung at the dining table. he noticed the smile didn't reach her eyes like they usually do. "sejun has been with me through everything and i already told jihoon this but, i think he's gonna propose soon!"

"with what ring? the guy barely has any money..." junhui grumbled while also helping jihoon prep for his surgery.

y/n laughed, "you all know i'm not big on that stuff, it doesn't have to be a flashy ring! i don't need it!" she smiled, but her voice didn't sound as happy as she was trying so hard to portray to her friends.

"you might say that you don't need it but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a big flashy ring!" soonyoung exclaimed, "you're a catch y/n! and if a guy doesn't prove his worth to you, you deserve so much better!"

wonwoo sat quietly and listened as his friends talked on and on about y/n's relationship with sejun. it was almost a routine for the friend group: someone always bringing up how shitty of a boyfriend sejun was and y/n trying her best to defend him. however wonwoo knew that y/n was smart enough to make her own decisions, he knew even she was starting to get tired of sejun's constant excuses.

wonwoo's train of thought was interrupted by a text from his friend dr. kim mingyu of pediatrics.

"i have to go pick up mingyu." wonwoo stated as he got up from the table. he grabbed his keys and began to put on his coat.

"why, what happened to him?" junhui asked.

"he's intoxicated right now and at the sector 17 club a few blocks down--he needs a ride home." wonwoo responded as he slipped on his shoes.

"that no good guy..." soonyoung mumbled, "doesn't he have a shift tomorrow and he's out here getting wasted? what about the kids?!"

y/n laughed, "i don't know why you have beef with dr. kim all of a sudden soonyoung, i thought you guys were always friends?"

"well, we're like frenemies! i've noticed he's been talking a lot with the interns this year--trying to hype up pediatrics. but neurosurgery is where it's at!" soonyoung ranted, "he's even got chan considering pediatrics when he promised me he would join neuro!"

wonwoo didn't listen to the rest of soonyung's rambling as he closed the door to their shared apartment and started up his car to pick up dr. kim from his night out at the club. -- by the time wonwoo had found parking near his destination, he had already called his friend at least three times, "the guy probably can't hear anything with this music blasting..." wonwoo grumbled as he felt his car slightly shake due to the bass from the club.

he decided to get out of his car to try and look for the intoxicated doctor but noticed another familiar face emerging from the club entrance...

it was sejun with his arms wrapped around another girl.

"yo! wonwoo my man! glad you--" mingyu's loud voice slurred and wonwoo quickly quieted down the intoxicated giant.

"shut up! something might be wrong!" wonwoo whispered. mingyu quickly sobered up and followed wonwoo's line of sight to which he also noticed a familiar figure.

"isn't that y/n's boyfriend? are they also here at the club?" mingyu giggled.

"no, y/n was at home today with us." wonwoo whispered, his eyes never leaving the two as they stumbled around on the sidewalk waiting for their ride, "y/n and sejun were supposed to have dinner tonight but she said that he cancelled on her because he was still tired from his flight but--"

"oh so that scumbag is cheating on her!" mingyu whisper-yelled angrily.

"n-no, not cheating per se... they could just be friends--"

however just as wonwoo was finishing his sentence, the two men watched as sejun kissed the unknown woman deeply on the lips before the two left in their uber.

"i don't think friends kiss like that wonwoo..."

oh shit.

[keelsforreals]

refrain: chapter 1, good

kageyama x f!reader

chapter 1 - refrain masterlist

♪ ༘⋆ good

a/n: i recommend listening to the song when it comes up!! it's not required for the story or anything but i think it adds to the reading experience :)

kageyama opened his laptop and leaned back on his headboard. the sun was setting and the air was thick, "perfect yn listening weather" in oikawa's words. he had no idea what that meant, but kenma silently agreed so he took his word for it.

the stream was apparently starting soon, so he opened the youtube tab he pinned the day prior. looking back at him through the screen was yn. yn... the name was somehow familiar to him, not just from kenma and oikawa talking about her, but he couldn't recall from where. shelving that thought for another time, he focused on the stream and listened.

"hiii! oh wow you guys are coming in quick". she pushed her hair back with both hands, and smiled as her eyes darted back and forth from the camera to where the chat was. yn spoke softly but clearly, kageyama wondered if her singing voice was similar.

"so..." kageyama blinked, pulled away from his thoughts, but determined to stay focused this time. "today's stream is going to be pretty chill. if you didn't know, i had a concert last night at onigiri miya. were any of you there?" her eyes move to the chat and she smiled. "yes tooru, i know you were there". unconsciously, kageyama looks to the chat and cringes as he skims oikawa's numerous messages. in all caps. with far too many emojis.

yn laughs and reads a few messages from other viewers before changing the subject. "okay, uh, i should probably stop talking now. it's singing time". she pulls an acoustic guitar from off screen and positions it in her lap as she starts talking. "now this first song, i'm sure you're all familiar with. especially one of you. and for that one person watching," something between annoyance and sadness shows on her expression for just a second, so fast that kageyama feels like he's the only one that noticed. "i've moved on. we both know that. so why can't you?"

kageyama wants to ask every question he could. he's always been nosey. but before he could act on any urge to type in chat, he feels embarrassed. 'this is a stranger. what am i doing?'

"anyways. this is mud"

...

a whole hour of songs and short talking breaks in between, but kageyama hasn't looked away once. her face is relaxed, her eyes either focused on the chat or on her hands while playing her guitar. he finds himself smiling at her looks at the camera and remarks, fulling feeling her music when she starts a new song.

the final song ends with a long strum of her guitar. she exhales and takes the guitar off of her lap as she starts to talk again. "alright guys, i think that's it for tonight". yn smiles and looks at the camera, kageyama feels like she's looking right at him.

"thank you for watching, i'm really glad i could-woah HEY!" her head whipped around to her bedroom door as it flew open. "YN!" kageyama squinted at the screen, realizing he knew the unfocused face and voice behind yn. nishinoya? why was he there? what was the big deal?

"woah, noya dude what's your problem? im live right now"

"turn off the stream! now like seriously!"

"good or bad?"

"good i promise just turn it o-" he reached over yn's shoulder and ended the stream. just like that. not knowing what just happened or what to think, he pulled out his phone.

p.s!

➳ first chapter is done lets go!

➳ i will probably make a playlist with some songs that go along with yn's streams and post it later

➳ sorry that this is like all writing i got really carried away (dw it will go back to mostly smau next chapter)

➳ nothing bad happened! the news is really good

➳ oikawa is a double texter (more like quadruple texter) and he feels no shame

➳ noya and yn check up on each other by saying "good or bad", it's easy for the both of them and it can lead to a conversation if needed or just stay the one word answer if they dont feel like talking about it

sypnosis: the infamous point to a crowd member at the end of all of yn’s concerts wasn’t something she ever thought that much of, after all, it was just a joke her friends and bandmates thought would be funny. however this simple move to an unaware and uninformed boy makes both of them question if it really was just a throw away joke this time, or something more. something neither of them expected to come out of this small, crowded gig.

taglist (open!): @lvtilzs @diorzs @nymphsdomain

[seabshop]

I like to think that after the events of Serial Experiments Lain, Lain wants to push away all the technological stuff that plagued her past life and pursues interests like hiking, feeding birds, climbing abandoned buildings, and collecting vinyl. Since listening to music digitally is a no-go, Lain begins to rack up a collection of record players and records (what records does she have in her collection? All of the music THAT I LIKE!!!) One day while at the record store, she overhears some commotion going on in the next aisle, she peers over and sees dave trying to play a makeshift turntable using items off the shelves while the storeowner tries to pull him off the ground but Dave is in a thick pool of bioliquid that keeps him stuck to the floor. Lain didn't really dabble in electronic music because of her history but hearing this strange boy playing such a familiar song... she stepped in to intervene. She reached her hand out to Dave and insisted she pay for the items used in his makeshift turntable. Dave completely expected to leave the record store with his face plastered on the walls in more ways than one, but no! Not only did he get out of this unscathed, He was able to get a free random access memories record!! This was the jackpot! Entirely absorbed in the record with stars in his eyes and drool going down his chin, he didn't even notice Lain was still there crouched with her head tilted, studying him. She turned her gaze towards the record in Dave's hand and asked him if that was the one with the song that he was playing in the store. Dave groggily wakes up from his dream and realizes that Lain is infront of him.

"PSSH, yeah. Its nothing. You a big daftpunk fan too?"

"Uh, no... I haven't really been down the aisle that was on. Maybe thats why we haven't seen eachother before?"

"Oh so you're a fake fan then, huh?"

"Uhm."

In Daves attempt to appear strong, it pushed Lain alittle further back into her shell and noticing this he retaliated,

"Well, If you wanna become a man of culture, I could help you out and recommend... Maybe acouple artists.."

Months pass and the two become super close, from Dave wink-wink nudging Lain to listen to Hatsune Miku and Porter Robinson to Mr strider making full blown playlists for Lain to listen to. And one day they walk down that street to revisit that record store again and Lain has to preemptively assure the store owner that Dave wont go bonkers again. Lain goes down a new aisle that she wouldn't have gone down before meeting Dave. Dave plucks a bright pink record out of the shelf and holds it up towards Lain.

"Hey, happy birthday."

"What. Dave, my birthday was like, two weeks ago?"

"I know but I thought that some really corny playlist wasn't enough and... It's cool that you add onto my raps sometimes."

Strider is looking dead at the ground but instead of pushing him, Lain just smiles and grabs the record out of his hand.

"So what artist is thi-"

THE END!!!

p.s. I'm sorry if some of this is out of character, I took a break from reading homestuck around 1200-something like 5 months ago so stuff is not fresh in my brain. But i do remember strider being a funny sharp dude who, although tries to keep up a cool front, he's got a warm side. And he'd probably gatekeep the hell out of kikuo.

[camels-pen]

livin' two lives is a little weird

Summary:

Sam and Tucker had no manners. No manners at all.

Danny couldn't really argue with the outcome though.

based on @ectoblastfromthepast's prompt "Everyone knows Danny is Phantom. But they don't know about his *other* double life."

Ao3 Link | Haunted Harry series

“Do I have to do this?”

“Nope.”

“Wait, really?”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Ember grinned. “But if you chicken out and don’t go through with this, I’ll tell Plasmius who really dyed his cats hot pink.”

Danny groaned.

---

“Hey guys, wanna listen to”—she pulled out a CD in a blank case from her bag—“the new Haunted Harry song?”

“What? There’s a new one?”

“Yup, he debuted it at his last concert.” She flipped the case around. The back had Wilted Willows written in scribbly black sharpie.

“Man, I shoulda been there for that,” Tucker grumbled. “Being grounded blows.”

“Shouldn’t have gotten caught sneaking out last time then.”

“I wouldn’t have if you actually brought your rope ladder with you when you came to pick me up.”

“I thought you had it handled.” Sam rolled her eyes. “And who just brings a rope ladder with them everywhere they go?”

Tucker nudged the front of her backpack with his shoe. “You carry a bat in your bag all the time.”

“Yeah, but I need that.”

“For what?”

“Stuff.”

It was Tucker’s turn to roll his eyes. “Very descriptive and not suspicious at all.”

“You know, you’re getting angry with the wrong person.” She bumped shoulders with Danny. “If he’d agreed to show up, he could’ve just flown you to the venue without anyone noticing.”

“I told you guys, I was busy.” Danny walked a little ahead of them, carefully not looking at the CD still in Sam’s hand. “And I’ve heard the guy’s songs. They’re not that great.”

“‘Not that great’? He’s better than Ember!” Tucker yelled.

“Tucker, she mind controlled you.”

“That’s why he’s better!” Tucker pointed at him. “And why you should come to his next show! You’ll love it, D!” 

He looked to Sam for help, but she shook her head. “Harry’s music is really good and his genre is the kind you’d love.”

Danny groaned. “I’ll think about it, okay? But don’t get your hopes up.”

“Here,”—Sam held out the CD to him—“I’ve already listened to this album a dozen times. You can borrow it for a while. I know you’re gonna love it.”

Danny held up his hands. “I really don’t need—”

“I insist.”

“Seriously, I’d rather not—”

Sam shoved it into his chest. “Just take it.”

“Oh, do you hear that?” Danny put a hand to his ear. Sam furrowed her brows. “Sounds like a ghost attack somewhere far far away. I better get going, see ya!” He ducked behind Tucker, transformed and flew off. 

In the distance he heard Tucker say, “Ember’s songs still slap by the way!”

---

“Hey, y’know? I think I’m starting to like this.”

“Told ya, you would!”

“No, you said ‘it’ll be funny watching you flail around’ and ‘I hope your voice cracks when you’re on stage’.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

---

“...thought I heard Ember back here,” someone’s faint voice drifted down through the vents. It was slightly distorted by the metal and the echoing, but it was familiar in some way.

Danny wasn’t really focused on that though. He was more wondering what kind of “fans” managed to A) realize Ember was helping out with setting up the stage for the show, and B) were so desperate to meet her that they were crawling through the vents.

“Oh can it, you just want to meet Haunted Harry,” another voice said.

“You can’t prove anything.” 

Well, that was. Mildly better. 

Danny turned invisible in his spot at the vanity. There, now he could just wait for them to show up, find nothing, and eventually leave. Hopefully Ember wouldn’t come back to check on him for a while.

The familiar bickering started to get a bit louder and Danny started to realize just who the people were that were arguing in the vents.

He wanted to say he expected better of them, but he couldn’t deny that he’d probably do the same.

“How are we supposed to get through this?”

“Move up, I’ll kick it open.”

Danny watched with no small amount of amusement as there was a loud bang and Sam and Tucker fell through the grate in a heap. 

“Ugh, why’d the floor have to be concrete.” Tucker groaned. 

“Get off.” Sam shoved Tucker off her. “Hurry up and look around, someone might’ve heard us.”

The two practically ransacked Danny’s dressing room. Did they not care about the stuff they’d leave behind for people to clean up? Danny was ashamed of them and not just because it was his dressing room they were messing around with, nor because he’d eventually have to clean up himself. He was just plain ashamed.

They really need to learn some manners.

“Who said that?” Sam asked. Fuck, did he say that out loud?

“Uhh, no one,” he answered, purposefully making his voice deeper.

Sam pulled out the bat from her bag—and of course it was the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick; he really needed to tell Jazz not to lend that out so frequently—and poised herself right in front of the vanity, her gaze a little too far up and to the right of him. “Alright, you can come out quietly or I can swing until I hit ectoplasm.”

“Wait, wait!” Danny turned himself visible and waved his hands. “Chill, it’s just me!” 

“Wh—Danny? Why are you—?” Tucker gasped. “You’re Haunted Harry?!” Oh fuck, he forgot he was still wearing his getup.

Danny gave a nervous laugh. “What? Me? No. I was just, uh, looking for Ember! Same as you guys.” Haha nailed it. Secondary secret identity saved.

“Then why the hell are you wearing Haunted Harry’s costume?” Sam asked. “And wearing the exact makeup he does?”

Fuck. Uhhh. “I’m undercover.”

“Why would you need to be undercover?”

Danny crossed his arms. “How else would I get back here to look for Ember?”

“Ghost powers!” Sam and Tucker shouted, with Sam staring at him unimpressed while Tucker pulled at his short hair.

“You guys are losing it. I mean, what does Haunted Harry even look like?” Wait, no. That’s not what he meant to say. “How do you know I’m wearing the exact thing he does? I heard he changes costumes all the time.” Yeah yeah. That should throw them off. 

“Which is true except you’re wearing his original costume!” Tucker grabbed the lapels of Danny’s jacket and shook him. “The one no one’s been able to replicate properly!” 

Shit. Had no one been able to figure out how to make an entire outfit glow yet? Shit shit shit. This was gonna be harder than he thought. He did his best attempt at looking confused and pitying. “Didn’t you say he’s only been around a few months? Give the fans and dedicated cosplayers a little more faith, Tuck.” The boy looked a bit put out at Danny’s words and mumbled something about having plenty of faith, but not enough glow in the dark paint. Danny patted his shoulder in sympathy.

Okay, perfect. He could still get out of this scot-free. Just one more person to convince.

“Sam—”

“You’re not convincing me otherwise, Danny.”

“It’s not ‘convincing’ if I’m totally telling the truth!”

Sam counted off on her fingers. “The sparkly white jacket. The long black tie. The fingerless gloves. Not to mention your killer eye shadow.” She crossed her arms. “You’re definitely Haunted Harry.”

“And you didn’t tell us! Us!” Tucker said, incensed as he got over his grumbling about cosplays. “Your best friends in the whole world who love your music and would literally die to meet you!”

“Yeah. Dick move, Danny,” Sam said, dumping several bottles of dark coloured nail polish into her bag as if Danny wasn’t looking straight at her. “We would’ve been supportive—”

“We woulda been so supportive! I mean, you’ve been doing this for, what? A few months? And you’re popular, but not that popular.” Tucker ranted, pacing around the room. “I coulda been your number 1 hype man! I coulda sold a bunch of backstage passes and autographed CDs to get us rich! I coulda—”

Danny slapped a hand over Tucker’s mouth. “Stop yelling at me. I only did this because I was blackmailed!”

Sam narrowed her eyes. “You were blackmailed into ‘impersonating’ a popular popstar?”

“No, I just had to—”

“Perform one song I wrote in under an hour in exchange for me keeping quiet on certain things he’s been getting up to in his spare time.” An unnaturally warm arm wrapped around his shoulders. “Ain’t that right, Dipstick?”

Fuck.

“So, it’s true?!” they both asked, sparkles in his eyes. 

“You weren’t even sure? After all that?”

Tucker shrugged. “The lights are really bright on stage and it’s not like we’ve seen Haunted Harry up close before.” Sam nodded her agreement.

Danny groaned loudly.

“So,”—Sam raised her brows—“How long have you really been doing this?”

“It was going to be just one show.” Danny dragged a hand down his face. “I honestly didn’t think it would go this long.”

“Kid took a real shine to it!” Ember said, laughing. “I was hoping to embarrass him, but instead I got myself a mentee!”

“Mentee…?” Tucker asked skeptically.

“Oh yeah, Harry here has been a real treat to train.” She ruffled his hair. Man, he just gelled that into place. “I’ve shown him a whole bunch of things and he’s been soaking up things like a sponge!”

Sam grabbed Danny’s shoulder and pulled him behind her and Tucker, who had brought out a Fenton Ecto-Gun out of nowhere. She readied her bat. “Alright, well it stops now.”

“What? Why?” Ember and Danny both asked.

“We know what you’re up to, Ember, and it’s not gonna work.” Tucker nudged Danny towards the door, whispering, “Don’t worry dude, we got it handled. You get out of here before her music mojo starts affecting you again.”

“You think she’s controlling me?” Danny asked, baffled. “To sing at a cafe every Thursday evening?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Guys, no. Ember’s not—”

“We can talk about it later when we’re far away from her.” Sam tightened her hand on the bat. “That isn’t going to be a problem, is it?” 

Ember watched them, an easy smile on her face. “Not at all, if you two want to drag your boyfriend away for a checkup, be my guest. He’s done for the night anyway.”

“Wh—But the encore!” Danny whined.

“I’ll cover you.” Danny pouted. “Oh, buck up. They’ll all be here next week. And it’ll give them something to talk about in the meantime.” She framed her hands in the air. “‘Up and coming popstar disappears before encore; seen running off with a boy and girl’ sounds like a pretty good headline to catch more attention for your shows, don’t you think?”

Danny felt a flush creep up his neck and he could see Sam and Tucker similarly suffering. “We’re not—I mean, like, it’s kinda complicated—and they don’t really—”

“A-Again, something to talk about later and not here,” Sam said pointedly. 

Tucker agreed, his shoulders up to his ears. “Yeah, uh, because I got a few things to say. Especially about—Oof.” Sam elbowed him in the gut. “Right, yeah, later.”

---

So, they left the venue. 

And, they talked on Sam’s huge bed. 

It was mostly Tucker and Sam realizing they were waiting for the other to ask Danny out and then both commiserating with each other when neither of them could do it. 

Danny was pretty stunned. 

“Why don’t we all just date each other?”

So now he was stunned with a boyfriend and girlfriend.

It would be pretty great if they didn’t still insist Ember was controlling him.

“The Danny I know would never be that good at asking people out.”

“Tuck, Ember was the one who started this whole conversation.”

“Exactly. She’s up to something.”

Danny sighed. “Sam, please. You’ve seen me under her control. You know I’d be more hopelessly lovesick than this.”

Sam hummed. “You have a point.” She lightly kicked his shin. “You really like singing, then? And she’s really been helping you?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m as surprised as you are. But when I got on stage for the first time—I don’t know, something just clicked.”

Tucker smiled. “Well, as long as you’re happy.”

“I am. I really am.” He felt a dopey grin spread on his face. “Almost as happy as I am that I’ve got two new partners now.” He felt a giddiness in his chest and covered his quickly warming face with a little squeal. “Holy fuck I am so fucking happy, I could kiss you guys.”

“Well?” 

He peeked out of his hands at Sam. “Well what?”

“What’s stopping you?”

He felt his face get infinitely warmer. “You can’t just say that!”

“Sure I can. If you’re too shy to go first though… Tucker?” Time seemed to slow as Danny watched Sam peck Tucker on the lips. Tucker was stiff as a board and She was beet red. “S-See? Nothing to it.”

“You’re blushing.”

“We’re all blushing.”

“And you guys are beautiful! I could watch you do that all day. Actually, I’d much rather do that instead of embarrassing myself, please continue.”

Tucker and Sam shared a look and they tackled Danny to the bed, littering his face with kisses. He sputtered and his arms flailed around for a moment before his nerves started to flutter away, carried by his laughter.

Once he’d really relaxed into the mattress, they stopped for a moment and shared another look, one that brought a deeper blush to both of their faces. 

He wasn’t quite sure what they were doing, still trying to catch his breath and giggling a bit, but it was very evident the moment Sam bent down for a more lingering kiss, her chapped lips pressed right on top of his own. 

He hardly had time to kiss back before Tucker took his turn, with lips a little more pursed, a little stiff.

It was perfect.

“I think I’ve been blessed by the Ancients,” Danny said, a warm, floaty feeling in his chest.

“Yeah,” Tucker said dreamily, his head in his hands.

Sam herself had a big smile on her face before it slipped away. “Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes. “What if the music Ember writes for you makes you mind control other people?”

Danny and Tucker both groaned. “Sam.”

[thegreatestloverofall]

Seeing stars-C.Sturniolo PART 1!

Songs that i recommend listening to while reading this series:

Where is my mind?-pixies

Runaway-lil peep

No more tears- Ozzy Osborne

Warnings:NSFW. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with this topic DNI! Some angst? Fluff at the end! Lots of dialog. use of Y/n.

(NSFW IS THE OTHER PARTS)

Any disrespect and bullying towards me or my followers/readers will be BLOCKED!

English isn't my first language so I'm sorry in advance if my spelling+grammer isn't good!

no proofread!

words:1266

Key:

Y/n: Red

Chris: Orange

Nick: Purple

Matt: Blue

Olivia: Green

Others: Pink

Y/NS VIBE:

Summery: Y/n fall's in love with the schools biggest player, Chris Sturniolo. But what happens when he falls harder?

Chris's POV:

My phone rang for the 100th time today; Olivia's been bombarding me with questions about why I didn't go to her sweet 16. I open up one of her voice messages and I cringe as soon as I hear her high-pitched voice.

"Hey, bub. Why didn't you come to my birthday? I picked out an outfit just for you and you didn't come!"

God, that voice made me want to drive Matt's car off a bridge. I never understood why I chose Olivia. Hell, I could have any girl I want from our so-called "school" and I chose her. All the guys in my grade are drooling over her but oh, Jesus, they should run 1000 miles away from that woman.

I opened one message after another and they where all the same, some of them saying "you'll never find someone like me" and some "please come, I miss you, hun". Miss me my ass. The last time she missed me was when she was drunk at a club and she needed me to drive her back home.

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y/n's POV:

School has never been on my list of favourite things. Its probably the opposite. I put on one of my old band shirts and some baggy shorts. I'm not poor but I'm not necessarily rich, My parents work aboard a lot so I get the apartment to myself for months on end.

There are multiple groups in my school, I'll name them out for you.

1: Band kids

2: The stanley obsessed kids

3: The lacrosse players

4: Goths

5: Academically smart people

Yeah, that cliché shit. I'm one of the "band kids". Our school doesn’t really have bullying but we have DRAMA. Lots and lots of it, actually, It's mostly the Stanley obsessed kids and the lacrosse players that start it. I think you can guess what type of drama it is:

"Oh my God, Elijah, you totally just ruined my stanley!"

"Alex, let me wear your jersey!"

Yep, We have THOSE types of girls. God they annoy the FUCK out of me. Especially Olivia, all she does is pop a tit and she get anything she wants from her boyfriend Chris. Ewewewew.

-

I walked into the school building and I could already smell the odor from the bathrooms and changing rooms, I took one whiff of the school air and I felt nauseous. My friends walked up to me and I already mentally prepared myself for some useless yapping about them breaking their guitar strings and the gig we have next week. I gazed across the hall and spotted none other then The Chris Sturniolo making out with his "girlfriend" Olivia. I wrinkled my nose and looked away, I really didn't need to see the person I loved the most making out with the person I loathed, especially at 7 in the morning. Bloody hell, they should get a room, Honestly, it's embarrassing.

"Yo, y/n, you going to the gig this weekend? We desperately need a lead guitarist since Griffin fell sick".

I turned around as soon as i heard that familiar voice. I looked up and saw my closest friend Jett, we've been friends since K-garden and we both have a love for music. That's basically how we bonded, we're both 17 and hate Olivia.

"yuh i'll be there. send me the adress-"

I get cut off by Olivia screaming at chris about something.

"YOUR REALLY GOING TO BREAK UP WITH ME?"

"well yeah, you've been annoying me all week and I'm sick of your bullshit, your a homophobic little bitch and I'm finished with your BS"

"WHAT ABOUT PROM? DON'T YOU FEEL ANYTHING AT THIS POINT? WHAT ABOUT ALL THE THINGS WE'VE DONE TOGETHER??"

"I'm not going with you Olivia, you've bullied my brother for being gay and thats unacceptable. I'm disgusted by how I've always sided with you and lost multiple friends because of you. we're over"

Chris glanced at me as he walked off and i gave him a small smile, knowing that i'll see i'm english again due to him not being with Olivia in the janitors closet during 2 and 3rd period. Me and Jett walked to homeroom in a comfortable silence as Olivia stormed off into the janitors closet to cry or to call her father to pick her up.

-

2:00pm.

an hour and a half until the next gig. I sit down next to Chris's seat in English while fiddling with my guitar pick, waiting for class to start. Suddenly, I hear the door open and Chris steps inside for the first time this semester. I look him up and down and smile to myself, knowing damn well he won't have a clue on what we're doing in class.

He sits down next to me and raises an eyebrow when i quickly look away.

"You've never had an attractive boy sit down next to you?"

Holy shit his cockiness is sickening.

"I've seen far more attractive boys at gigs. Sorry if that bruises your ego."

I mutter as I turn to page 25 of my book and start reading the page.

"Oh come on. I bet you haven’t seen much. I'm the most attractive guy at school. You gotta admit that I AM a bit attractive"

I scoff and put my headphones on. God he was so obnoxiously cute it was sickening, I couldn't help but smile as he pouted and opened his book. He had a mix of confusion and flipped through a few pages of the book "private peaceful" with the look of pure shock displayed on his face. He tapped on my shoulder and whined,

"hey pleaseee help me with this work. I don't know ANYTHING about this book and we have a whole book report to write about this book. I'll pay you back!"

I groaned and reluctantly put my headphones off, glancing at the book and then back at him.

"how much you talkin'?"

I raised an eyebrow as be pondered on the price of my "tutoring".

"I'll pay you fifty bucks if you tell me about the book and one hundred if you write the book report for me"

My eyes widened as I head the price, I looked up at him with a confused expression.

"A HUNDERED DOLLARS FOR TUTORING? HOW RICH ARE YOU??"

I suddenly slap my hand to my mouth, embarrassed that those words slipped out of my mouth. He turns a deep shade of red and i instantly feel stupid for asking him. Of course he was rich. He was a bloody lacrosse player.

"I'm so sorry I shouldn’t have said that. You don't have to reply."

God I was so embarrassing. His gaze softened and looked down at me, smiling at me he told me:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I look at him with a expression of pure shock and type is number into my phone while the bell rings, signalling the end of class.

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Chris's POV:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I chuckle as she looks up at me with a shocked expression. I really liked her vibe. After Olivia created a whole situation with me breaking up with her, I wanted to find a new female friend. Y/n had the vibe i've been looking for all this time.

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

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[frecklystars]

💌 here’s a free gush pass for officer k!

OH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AHHH!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON you are so so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! This is just what I needed today!!! 🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Officer K!!! OOGHH WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN????? I've been yearning for him just about every day!!! Definitely one of my top favorite RG F/Os, probably even within the top three!!!! ;u;

I'm gonna go OFF, thank you, sweet anon, for allowing me to explode:

I've been dying to gush about Officer K and how he's become synonymous with Elvis. to me.

I used to be a hardcore Elvis fan when I was ten years old -- you know, normal, like all ten year olds. How did anybody assume I was neurotypical when I had an Elvis themed birthday party and did absolutely nothing but live, eat, and breathe Elvis Presley for a full year? Elvis on my walls, my mugs, my backpacks, my lunchbox, my clothes, my mousepad, even my breath mint case was a guitar shape with Elvis' face on it. You know, like all ten year olds have?? ANYWAY. I fell out of liking Elvis as I grew up, then flash forward to a decade later, I'm watching all these Ryan movies and there's so many instances where he'll say a line and it'll have the same bit of drawl or click of the tongue the way Elvis did, the same push/control of breath that makes his voice curve "up", and I'd think "huh... that sounds... familiar"

Then I watched br2049 for the first time, and there is that scene where an Elvis hologram shows up, glitching, singing "suspicious minds" for a moment, and it got me all excited. K was looking at it curiously for that split, split, SPLIT blink-and-you-miss-it second, and "I can't help falling in love with you" played a minute later, and he looked at the hologram again for just one moment. I just... started associating him with Elvis from that point forward. I don't even know if he liked Elvis' songs while they were playing; he was kind of, uh, going through quite a lot at the time, haha. but if he knew I liked Elvis' music/voice quite a bit, he'd come to associate it with me, and maybe he'd like it too.

I really love daydreaming about him coming home from a long day, he's just exhausted and jaded and there's this ache in his chest, and I know exactly what to do to try to make him feel better, feel loved, wanted -- or maybe I wake up from a nightmare or something, and he knows exactly what to do, to make me feel safe, cared for, secure -- I don't go a single day without daydreaming about us holding hands during those moments when we need each other terribly, slow dancing a little bit in his living room while playing Elvis records. He could just easily play the songs instantaneously from another device that would fill the whole room, but there's something... different... about a record player that he's so dearly drawn to. It's all Barbie pink (I had to bring it to him from some other dimension after all!), and he likes the faint sound of the stylus scratching, the little bits of static electricity.

"Love Me Tender" makes me teary-eyed every single time I listen to it now, just because it makes me feel so comforted to think about him. I think he'd hum it softly in my ear while we're slow dancing. Or just laying on the couch and cuddling, his coat as a makeshift blanket for the both of us, him rubbing my back and my fingers in his hair. If I can't sleep, he'll tell me fairytales in a soothing voice. Most of them he makes up on the spot, something something there's a princess with stars glittering in her hair, something something there is a stable boy named Joe who falls in love with the princess, something something he works to become her knight to protect her at all costs... she makes him feel like a prince even though everyone else views him as a mindless, worthless thing; he makes her feel safe and loved and like she's almost herself again when they have late night talks in a garden full of yellow flowers. They make each other feel things they have been missing out on for so long. And they live happily ever after. He always makes sure to end it that way; always a happy ending.

"It's Now or Never" is one of my favorites to associate with him too... when I listen to that song, I often think about him looking out his apartment window, waiting to see a shooting star (for context, my self insert enters universes via falling star, then transforming into a human once reaching the ground). He can never see a star in the sky, not in that universe, not when there's smog and advertisements in your face all the time, not when there's so much pollution, that the only stars, the only sunlight he could ever dream of seeing is a picture or drawing in a textbook. But he sees one star so vividly every few nights twinkling above him and slowly drifting toward where he is, whether that's home or in his office or out in the field. And he drops everything and bolts outside toward it, catches it, then tucks the star away in his coat, protecting it from the cold as he walks back inside. If he's going into his apartment, he feels a surge of protectiveness overtaking him. All of these people yelling at him, spitting at him, shoving him, throwing slurs in his direction - none of that matters, he's got a star tucked away near his heart and he's gotta make sure nothing happens to it. If he's getting shoved, he turns his body so he only gets hit in the shoulder or the back, not the chest or whichever side where the star might be tucked away. When he goes inside his apartment, he locks the door, takes a breath -- and suddenly there she is, there's his girl, still a bit of stardust in her hair from her travels. And we hug!!! One of those big tight hugs where you close your eyes and your fingers curl in the fabric of the other person's clothes. Desperate. And he lets out this big SIGH of relief.

I think about him listening to "Rubberneckin'" and he pauses and says "hey sweetheart... what does that mean?" "what?" "rubberneckin', what is that?" 👀 cue a visual demonstration here. it really doesn't help that the song has girls moaning in the background that he asks about too lmao

You know that scene where he's walking through the ruins of Las Vegas? I always remember "Viva Las Vegas" when I watch it. One of these days I hope to make a (very roughly) sketched animatic for the first 40 seconds of that song with Officer K.

"Baby, Let's Play House" describes K very well, as he literally comes home every day and plays house with Joi lol. That's not one of my favorite songs but I listen to it on occasion and think of him. "Don't Be Cruel" is probably my favorite Elvis song to associate with him so far. I always think of dancing to it with him, and him laughing. Actually laughing. Feeling good. I want him to be so happy around me. "Bossa Nova" is a good dancing song for us too!

I think about AUs for Driver and K, like, what is it called... a greaser AU? 70's AU? I just want the excuse to draw them in a black jacket, me in a cute poodle skirt, us sharing a milkshake at a diner or dancing to a jukebox. I wanna draw things. I WANNA DRAW THINGS.

ANYWAY ANYWAY I've rambled enough. Thank you SO MUCH for giving me this free gush pass. Whoever you are, I am sending you the biggest hug and lots of love and chocolates and all of your favorite flowers. That was really nice of you to brighten up my inbox after such a hard day ;w; and it's so sweet of you to remember how much I love this guy. Ahhh. This means a lot to me. I hope when you get something from the vending machine, it gives you two snacks for the price of one. I hope you find money on the ground. I hope all of your favorite songs come on the radio when you go grocery shopping. I hope you have the most delicious meal in the world the next time you go out. Thank you for your kindness, it doesn't go unnoticed. Quite the opposite. Sending you so much joy and love and good vibes 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

[weirdopeep]

sami yaffa x reader ❤️in Paris❤️

⚠️=smut,unprotected sex but slight fluff at the end ☺️

You're best friend asked you yesterday if you wanted to go to Paris with her, you actually didn't really like Paris because you we're kind of scared of love you had heartbreaks before but because you're best friend asked you, then you will come (best friend=Yuri)

you agreed... you wish you didn't but you did you couldnt stand it if Yuri would be sad..

"yay omg bestie tomorrow will be the best day ever!" Yuri said, she was jumping happily around the room with the biggest smile ever but you? You we're just standing there with a little smile but nothing else you we're still scared

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You we're heading to bed after you put on you're sleeping dress you couldn't sleep you we're scared something would happen but after all you and you're bestie we're 22 years old now you could stand up for yourself, after a while you finally fell asleep

--

Next day

You woke up seeing yuri with all the bags already

"yuri..? How long are you planning to stay there ..." You said on a sleeping tone

"you mean 'we'! And we're going to stay there for a month or maybe two!" My eyes widend when Yuri said that but I didn't resist all I did was sigh, I stood up to get ready

Fit you will wear :

Fit Yuri will wear :

After some time you both we're ready and headed outside

*time skip to when you arrive*

You couldn't believe what you started.. your here.. in paris.. right now.. you sighed again deeply and Yuri noticed what was wrong now

"hey... don't worry.. nothing will happen maybe you will find the perfect one here or maybe we both stay single or idk?" Yuri said

You smiled softly and finally you tried to be happy to, the first things you both did was go shopping and go eat that lasted for a while and Yuri was kind of tired already but that didn't stop her, she grabbed your arm and leaded you outside

"what now?" She asked you, and you shrugged and then your eyes widend

"oh my you dumb*ss we didn't even went for a place to sleep tonight! How late is it? Sh*t... We're to late..." You said "WHAT!? Where the hell do we sleep now!?" She screamed, but you weren't listening... You weren't even looking at her... By some time she followed your eyes to where you were looking and then she saw a group of people walk, all boys the group was probably around 6-7 people it wasn't easy to see but clearly you we're staring at just one of the men and before you knew it Yuri was talking to him, you got all flustered and ran up to Yuri grabbing her by her arm and you pulled her back but the man kept waiting till you both we're done talking he clearly had respect.

"Yuri what the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"oh just talking to your FUTURE BOYFRIEND" she yelled out with a laugh it made you blush brightly knowing he of course heard that until he interrupted

"could I ask what is wrong?" He said on a sweet soft but warm tone which made you blush even more now hearing his voice

"she likes you" Yuri said pointing at you, you knew you now looked like a clear tomato before something sprung in you're head,

"you seem... familiar.." you spoke and the man laughed

"my name is Sami yaffa, I'm the bassist in the band Hanoi rocks" he said politely

Your eyes widend,you've had a crush on that man for like 4 years or so and your parents didn't like they're music so they banned it from you, they needed you to give your posters to! So you forgot about them for some time not for long tho but now your seeing him in real life!

Sami smiled clearly seeing your a fan, he putted his hand before him pointing at you and you understood

you grabbed his hand "m-my name is y/n"

he smiled again "pleasure to meet you y/n" "we were just about to go to the concert, we're playing today would you like to come?"

you blushed but then looked a little sad "I uhm.. I don't have money for tickets right now sorry and I think they are already sold.." you said sadly but he smiled "no no for free! I'll let you both inside for free you two can hop up behind the backstage to with us if u like then we can talk and show you what we do!" You looked so happy because of what Sami said that you were gonna cry for real but you held it and agreed but you looked at Yuri and she nodded to

after some time you arrived you were constantly talking to Sami and you saw Micheal was flirting with Yuri sometimes and she enjoyed it which made you happy she found somebody

you two got on the side of the stage to watch them there and they started performing you sometimes catched Sami looking at you, and when you made eye contact he smiled, you were staring at Sami and you didn't even know until he winked at you which made you blush brightly, Yuri noticed and asked what was wrong so you told her and she was smirking like hell at you

When the show was over sami walked up to you handing you his hand to pull you up and Yuri already got up before she was already heading backstage while you and Sami just looked into each other's eyes until he spoke "you have beautiful eyes.. did anyone tell you that before?" You shaked you're head as a no his eyes widend a little "well people are just blind" he layed his hand on your cheek and you both got out that you weren't alone when the crowd started cheering and then they started screaming "KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!" Everyone was shouting it you got so flustered that your head fell against his chest and he laughed lowly and put his hand on your back and the other on the back of your head,he layed his chin on your head since he was still taller then you and everyone in the crowd we're screaming of cuteness and you putted your arms around him to and then you both let go, he grabbed your hand leading you backstage, you first needed to walk through halls they were pure empty no sound of anyone which made you both get silent.. you walked a little further until Sami stopped, you stopped to looking at him confusingly "what's wrong?" Your eyes widend when he pushed you to the wall and looked at your eyes again "you know the people asked us to kiss.. I wanted that but, I just didn't know what you would think'' he said and your eyes widend more but kept silent and your eyes slowly rested and then he found out you wanted it to, so he pushed him self closer to you against the wall as he softly pressed his lips on yours, you were both blushing and you didn't even notice how long you both we're kissing , it was heated,deep and rough but still soft he had his hands on your waist and when you both finally let go it was just to catch air, you were both panting and when you both calmed down he and you crashed your lips at the same time again together him now pulling himself closer by your waist thightly as you had your arms around his neck kissing him deeply the full hallways we're echoing with your kisses and slight moans as he pushes himself against you he slowly moved down your neck kissing there to he slightly licked your neck to as soft whimpers and moans left your mouth he knew it was your sensitive spot so he bit you gently but a little roughly you got clear hickeys because of him.

He started pressing you even thighter against the wall when you both started hearing footsteps and voices, he was squeezing your thigh you both could hear the voices going louder

It was Yuri and Michael they were looking for you

Suddenly when the voices got even louder Sami grabbed u by your hand and dragged you to the most nearby room the room was his since he's name was on it the light was dimmed but you could still see him but not perfectly he pressed your back against the wall next the door as his right hand was next your head he held his other hand it's finger against your lips when you tried to speak and then he moved it to his own showing you to stay silent

You heard Yuri and Michael's footsteps really close until you heard a knock, Sami didn't say a word and suprinsingly he was blushing he was scared that they would hear you both which you found adorable Michael kept knocking asking if Sami was inside and you heard Yuri yelling your name to but you both didn't reply but your thought couldn't go away of how cute he was when he is shy so suddenly you pulled him closer to kiss him it was deep but soft and his eyes widend he was blushing even more and you couldn't stop the kiss so you talked through it "gosh your so adorable when you're shy~"

you kissed him more and he followed, you slowly moved him to the bed pushing him onto it, the bed wasn't as comfortable as it used to be it was already getting old so it made some creaking noises sometimes which clearly catched the both of you and Sami's friends

"did you hear that?" Yuri asked to Michael you didn't know if he shrugged or nodded because he didn't say anything but that didn't stop you because Sami was still flustered with his shirt half open which you found even more cuter and so fucking hot

You leaned down to kiss on the side of his lips and he wanted to touch you already but you moved his hands back down he looked disappointed and had a begging face

"fuck Sami why you gotta be so fucking handsome.." you said softly close to his ear

He whimpers slightly causing him to move a little forward to you begging for you to touch him instead you couldn't help his cuteness so you did

You kissed him roughly but still soft and you slowly hoverd above him still kissing him but now opening his pants and pulling out his rock hard cock, you were slightly rubbing it which caused his back to ache a little but then you finally needed it to

You stripped out your clothes and undressed him to now slowly u ended up lowering onto his cock taking every inch inside of you suprinsingly he was huge

"ah.. oh gosh man your so big!" I slightly moaned out when you were all down on him, you didn't know if your and Sami's friends were still outside your door but fuck that

He blushed and growled lowly when you jumped on him, your breasts jumping with the way you go you had your hands layed on his chest as you pounded onto him faster letting your head fall back, Sami finally managed to touch both of your boobs holding them and rubbing them while you did your thing.

You rode him even more and finally you were thightening around him and he was twitching to you started to speed up causing you to quickly let your cum follow

You cummed all over his cock and needed to lift up quickly before he cummed and just when u got off he cummed you were reliefd it wasn't inside of you.

But then all of the sudden after you both we're breathing heavily he flipped you over on your chest and pushed himself inside of you, you drove this man wild.. he was moaning your name before and now you were screaming underneath him he fucked you roughly in your ass holding your arms back but then he let go off your arms and grabbed your hair pulling your head back and fucking you even harder

He was thrusting so hard and fast that you almost broke your fingers of holding the bed sheets so thightly you were screaming out your moans and he was groaning like hell

After some time your orgasm followed again, you cummed again but Sami didn't stop he kept going he was so in the moment which you were to that you didn't notice he cummed inside you until he collapsed besides you and then you finally felt the sticky cum that spreaded over your walls inside of you.

You actually didn't care all you both did more was breathing heavily until he finally wrapped his arms around you and cuddled with you

you giggled softly

"I love you Sami..."

"but you just met me?"

"I don't care.."

"heh... I love you to baby.."

AAA THIS TOOK SO LONG RIP I KEPT LOSING THE SAVES I HAD 😭 Pls lmk if I should make a second part where the reader finds out she's pregnant 😳

[nicotinzwei]

January

So after no December entry my January was still pretty rough. But I think it’s interesting how comforting and chill my January Favorites are compared to Novembers. Also RIP Angelo Badalamenti whose twin peaks soundtrack I mentioned in the last post.

 Instrument

So after tweeting that I have a feeling a harmonica would really fit my vibe I bought a used one for 5€. (The seller was super cute) My favorite song to play is Piano Man by Billy Joel, which was also the inspiration for me getting one. To be honest I had no idea how harmonicas worked, but after finding out they come in different keys and mine was in B I got the same model in C. And then I fell into a rabbit hole. Because the model  I got is discontinued and has been around for a long time, and both of them have different cases so one of them has to be from before 2004 and could even be a lot older. I’m still on a quest to find out so any harmonica experts please hit me up! (It’s the Hohner Piccolo) Also, I really want to buy one of those holders so I can play freehand.

Music

I have a really hard time listening to new music but I came back to an artist I really liked a few years ago. Weyes Blood isn’t really my typical genre of music, but to me her songs don’t feel like singular pieces but like a big body of work so it’s easier for me to listen to her new stuff, because it feels so familiar. I used to be obsessed with her Album and album Artwork for Titanic Rising. (There is a cool youtube video about the making of.) I even wrote my bachelors thesis about her music video Movies. Her new Album And in the Darkness, Hearts Aglow has stunning visuals and my favorite new song is God Turn Me Into a Flower, because same. But my favorite overall is probably Something To Believe In. (Like last month this is your cue to listen along) 

Game

As a kid I never got into Professor Layton even though I was a nintendo kid and LOVE puzzles. Because it was available on mobile we kind of started with Pandoras Box so I’m missing some of the lore here and have no idea why a grown man is travelling with some kid stranger. But I’ll assume that Luke has not been kidnapped and forced to solve riddles for this older man but is just having a fun time. I really wish instead of talking about work it would be acceptable in real life for people to just give you a fun little riddle immediately after introduding themselves. Maybe I should just start doing that.

Show

Oh god here we go… I became obsessed with Bluey this month. Bluey is supposed to be a kids show about a cartoon dog family, but to me it feels more like a family sitcom that just happenes to be dogs. Where other kids shows thrown in a few jokes for the parents here and there Bluey really seems to be equally aimed at everyone. The situations and characters feel really real because the creators aren’t afraid to give them flaws. Even Bluey herself (She’s a girl) isn’t always the good guy. (Also if you draw human Bluey fanart please don’t giver her long hair, she’s always mistaken for a boy just give her short hair.) My favorite episode is Sleepytime, and IMDB users agree.

Food

This comes with a little disclaimer. I have been vegetarian for 9 years now, mostly because I just never liked the texture of meat and also because I don’t like the meat industry. But last year broke my streak like 3 times and never really regretted it. Because I never ate meat growing up I also never had the typical bacon and eggs breakfast. So one Sunday (while watching Bluey) we made that with coffee (which I also rarely drink) and IT WAS SO GOOD. So I’ll look out for vegan bacon maybe. But I think as long as it’s an exception I can have a big breakfast sometimes, especially when I’m having a hard time. (Also, butter your bread and put it in the oven for 5 minutes before the rest is done)

Thanks for reading and hopefully on to a better February!

[oh-so-cuppycake]

Questionable Music: Nobbies ver.

Hereby written a list of music that apparently was quite questionable if it were to be played in 1815. Present to you, Questionable Music: Nobbies ver.

1. Kak Atan (@Maaeda) If you look at him, he appears as a funny, witty guy who's loud at parties. But little did we know, his taste in music is total opposite. Our humorous guy like a calm type of music with deep lyrics, like this one:

2. Kak Heenan (@Hzeeseung) Who's gonna know that this Penguasa Bumi likes to hear old-retro and nostalgic music that maybe everyone from various age group in this country (OOCLY) is familiar with? Well, no one's gonna know if I'm not spilling the tea.

3. Kak Acha (@Yirezn) So, I think many of you must feel impatient to know what kind of song this pretty lady like. Well, she told me she likes this song, which she said she liked it because it's sounds so fresh and giving summer! The song she choose, I think is very pop, and bubblegum! It makes me thinking that she might be is actually a bubbly person! Though many of you probably thought she is not {like me in the past, oek}. Here we go, her favorite song:

4. Kak Ashley (@zhaoroosy) Oh, this one, our pretty lady choose a song that I myself would cry myself to sleep if I hear it with vulnerable emotions. She said this song gives off a feeling of reminiscing the good old happy days, and how her life can be truly beautiful because of her loved ones, so it's suitable to play on her birthday. Guess who agree with her? Me! Now, let's listen to this song together. Long Live, BritonSociety!

“Long live the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life with you. Long, long live, How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made", ... One day, we will be remembered.”

5. Adek Gapi (@ahyneo) The bubbliest person is sometimes the one we need to comfort the most. Dek Gapi with her choosen song that she said to bring her comfort during tough times and remind her to take a breath and get some rest. Well, me myself tearing up while listening to her choosen songs. Dek Gapi, I hope this songs will always comfort you, but I also hope that you will always surrounded by happiness only that you no longer need these songs.

6. Kak Nami (@yunia) You might say she is the loudest person in the room, but she also have her troubled times in which she listen to this song that she said could make her look forward to live another day, giving her a big pat-pat in the back, and be positive to whatever challenge in front of her! A bright, positive, energetic song with melancholic hints in it.

7. Kak Marcel (@SUNWOOKAM) I never thought he would choose this song. I don't know, it's just doesn't match his vibe at the first glance. He is an emo, guys, apparently. Lol, kidding. I like this song too {I like emo song lmao}, though I'm not that frequently listen to it. Also, Kak Helena gonna nod her head agreeing to his taste. I just know. Here we go, My Chemical Romance:

8. Kak Riel (@Yejicate) Finally, all those emotional songs, we got a happy-centil one! {hands in the air}. In her own words, kak Riel said she have to listen to this song one time every month at the very least. That's how frequent she listen! Why, you may wonder. Well, the song radiating a happy, positive vibe, looking forward to future love, a very lovable song indeed {nods head}. And it's contagious! So just by listening, you can also feel brighter. A very good song, I'm adding it to my playlist. :P

9. Adek Oca (@enamiiasa) One thing I would say about Adek Oca's chosen song, is, “Relate, dek, relaaaaateee!!!”. She likes this song because of the instruments, and the lyrics is pretty relatable. The song picturing the life of teenagers who feel like they are trapped inside this expecting society, keep demanding them of something in which made them feel like they are being fake and living just to fulfill this expectation of society, when in the end, it keeps asking for more so it feels like they will never “win”. Well, like the song said, society indeed sucks!

10. Dek Iki (@nikienhypen) sigh For you who is now single, close your eyes, and ears cs this one is not single friendly. This song reminds him of her girlfriend. Ouh, so cute! So bucin! We love to see love in the air! Favorite Girl, here we go!

[stuckonvenus]

Look At Us Now

I DON’T REALLY KNOW RIDLEY ALBRIGHT. But we went to the same high school, shared teachers throughout the years, classes, clubs, etc., etc., and despite being a drug addict — he’s reportedly an excellent guitar player. I’m the lead guitar, of course, because that’s how it was in my old band before my bandmates decided to ditch town after graduation a year ago and didn’t look back. Not that I blame them, I only wish they would’ve brought me along. Anyway, all of this has led me to the doorstep of a guy I hardly know on an entirely different part of town than I’ve come from. All the houses are fenced-in and have security cameras installed, much more higher tech than the ones attached to the mobile homes in the trailer park I’ve been living in since junior year, and their grass is finely cut and treated better than anywhere else I’ve seen in town. How does a dope fiend live so lavishly? I ask myself, before I think, his mother probably doesn’t know. And I'm right about that much, because whenever I approach the door and knock, scraping the bottoms of the same Converse I’ve owned since I was fifteen, she seems surprised someone like me is on their side of the tracks. I ask her if Ridley’s home and she’s hesitant to answer, but eventually relents and says he’s upstairs. I walk through the threshold and breathe in the warm scent of cinnamon and clove emanating from the living room, which is minimally decorated but still looks lived in. So maybe they are real people, and not robots that are simulating human existence. I thank her for letting me in and trot upstairs, following the sound of a distant guitar until I reach a door with a STOP sign mounted on it. It reminds me of the room I share with Gabe, where we’ve decked it out with every warning poster we could find at the thrift store. It’s kind of funny, his older brother has the same design choice on his door, and he’s twenty-five. I guess guys never really do change if they can help it.

I knock on the door twice, but the guitar doesn’t come to a halt. The sound echoes and I can hear a faint voice singing along, albeit off-key, however it’s not excruciating to listen to. I press my ear up against the door and close my eyes. I nod along to the beat he’s playing to. I know the song, I just can’t quite put my finger on from where. Maybe one of Gabe’s dad’s old, abandoned vinyl records that we put on when we want to drown out the rest of the world when we’re doing our homework or talking nonsense at each other. Whenever I snap out of it, I knock louder, and I can hear the screech of the amp and a bit of shuffling before the door is swung open and a lanky kid, still a little more built than me, in a Joy Division shirt and sweatpants stares down at me with deep brown eyes.

“... Can I help you?” Ridley asks. He seems a little twitchy. I wonder if he keeps his dope kits in his room, or if he solely participates outside his perfect dreamhouse. Probably won’t do me any good to ask him that.

So instead, I say, “I’m Ellie Mercer. We used to go to school together. At Thomas Jefferson?” There are two kinds of kids in Richmond — kids that went to Thomas Jefferson like normal people, and kids that went to Open. Despite his reputation in debate club and soccer, I’m really glad I’m not speaking to one of the latter variety. “I was two years under you.”

“Oh,” Ridley says as his brows knit together while he scans my face for any familiarity. When nothing sparks behind his eyes, he still opens his door for me to come in. “Right, yeah. What’s up?”

I look around his bedroom. There’s a full-size bed underneath an open window, a desk pushed into a corner with drawings tacked above it; a lamp looming over a couple journals, pencils of differing utility in a cup, and a suspicious looking lunchbox. There’s also a couple of band posters taped to the muted blue walls, like The Smiths (Morrissey is a fucking asshole, but he makes good music, much like most musicians — not us, though), Slowdive, and Deftones. I think he’s got a decent taste in 80s male manipulator music, which should be a red flag, then I remember I kind of worship David Bowie and even though he’s technically a queer icon, he’s also on the roster of the countless men in the industry who were total pervs.

“I’m in a band,” I tell him and he immediately seems disconnected from everything I’m saying, or am about to say. “It’s not like that. We’re really cool, except, well — our rhythm guitarist dipped and, y’know, we need one of those.”

His eyes dart around his room for a moment before he begins retreating to where his guitar is. I give it a once over; looks like a Fender Strat, which is fine, even if I prefer my Gibson Les Paul. “I don’t really do bands.” he says in return, scratching the back of his neck. A bead of sweat glistens on his temple. Is he sweating out a high or something? I wouldn’t know much about the heavier kind of stuff, I’ve only ever screwed around with weed and coke, if I tried anything more than that Gabe would probably strangle me in my sleep. Not that I’d mind. If anyone was going to murder me, might as well be him.

“Yeah, I get that. But we’re different.” I insist much to his disgruntlement. I don’t care, I’ll stay as long as I need, hold a fucking protest here if I need to. He sounded good. But I can’t make it obvious that we need him more than he needs us, not at first anyway.

“What’s your damage, then?” Ridley wonders, crossing his arms in a condescending fashion that I don’t entirely appreciate.

I clear my throat. “We’re garage rock at the moment,” I answer after a beat passes. He doesn’t seem totally tuned out yet. “Kind of punk? Still figuring that out. It’s me and my best friend, he’s the drummer. Gabe Lahey?” The name seems to snag on something in his brain, because his eyebrows lift and he suddenly looks enlightened. “The quarterback, yeah. He’s really into tacklin’ dudes and smashing drums. Oh, and our bassist, Cisco, but he’s kind of an asshole.”

He hums, and I take that as an initiative to keep talking. “We’re called The Missing,” I continue. “I’m the singer and lead guitar. I brought some of our songs.” I reach into my backpack, fumbling around with its innards before I grasp onto a crumpled piece of paper that I wrote REDROOM on. It’s our oldest song, and currently the only one on any streaming platform. It’s gotten a decent amount of attention on Soundcloud, and a humbling amount on YouTube. I tell Ridley this as his eyes scan over the words and the accompanying chords.

“You wrote this?” Ridley glances up at me. I nod at him affirmatively. “Huh. I guess you’re really into grunge.”

“Kind of,” I reply. “... A lot, yeah. Is it obvious?”

“A lot, yeah,” he mimics me with a snort. I like to think I have enough creative liberty to not copy and paste everything Kurt Cobain ever wrote, but, well, the music bleeds how it bleeds. I’m afraid if I say that to him, though, he’ll mock me even more for it. “It isn’t bad, though.” I perk up whenever he says this. “I dunno if I have time for a band, still. I’m in college and shit.”

I accept the paper whenever he hands it back over to me, carefully shoving it back into my backpack and zipping it up. Gabe will probably ream my ass later for not being more careful, but I have a better memory than he does on my meds so I can just copy it from memory whenever I want. “We’ll be in college in a couple months too. Unless... This goes well.” I motion between us, and he must think I have massive balls or something to already be suggesting he’s a part of the band, as a crackhead and all.

“My girlfriend would be pissed,” he adds. Now it’s my turn to snort and act all cocksure.

“She use your dick and balls as a gear shift or something?” I ask him and he pales a little. It’s satisfying. “If she’s a real one, she’d appreciate that you’re getting out there. And once we blow up she’ll really be impressed.”

Ridley doesn’t seem convinced at first. He eyes me, then my backpack, then the lunchbox on his desk, and whenever I don’t seem to disappear like a figment of his imagination, he realizes he actually has to respond to me. “... I have a sister,” he says after a couple of seconds of silence. “She likes to sing. If she’s in, I’m in.”

I stare at him. Another singer? We don’t have the fucking room for that, I want to say, but then I quickly comprehend that this is a business deal. And he’s been negotiating with people for much longer than I have, at least in a semi-professional setting. Still, should that make me shit my pants or something? I can just say no and figure out an alternate deal to get him to join. Then I think... What’s the harm in sharing the mic? If my dad were still around, he’d probably tell me to loosen up and stop being such a dude about it, because it’s already my band and I’ve had so much of the limited spotlight we’ve been offered. Rather than respond, I move across the room and scribble mine and Gabe’s address on the front of one of his journals in red sharpie, just so he can’t forget, and before I leave I tell him to come by before the end of the week if he’s seriously interested.

•

Wouldn’t you know. He actually shows up. His sister in tow, of course, which doesn’t surprise me but Gabe seems defensive at first from where he’s sat behind the drums. I give him an assuring pat on the shoulder that makes him bristle, and I roll my eyes. He’s so weird about that. Him and Becca have been broken up for three months already and he still doesn’t think I’ve caught onto the fact that Cisco got to him before I did. We’d basically been circling him like vultures for years, and I can’t say I’m totally cool with the fact he won. Not that Gabe’s a prize or anything — but shit, losing to our bassist in any capacity is a blow that lands low. Like, directly on my groin. Metaphorically and physically.

“Can you read sheet music?” I ask her before anything else and she seems caught off guard by the question.

“This is Manon,” Ridley introduces rather than acknowledge my question at first. “She’s only a year above you two. And she likes other kind of music.”

I can’t help but frown at him. “... Well, why’d you bring her here, then? Our music is our music.”

“Just give her the mic, okay? Let me see that,” he reaches a tanned arm out to snatch the sheet music from my hands, analyzing it while I nod to Cisco and he adorns a grin while plugging in the microphone and bringing it front and center.

I turn my head to look at Manon. “What kind of music do you like, then?”

She shuffles in place, her hands fumbling together awkwardly as she avoids eye contact with me. “U-Um, I don’t r-really know how to... D-Describe it.” she stutters out. Oh, fucking great. She can’t even speak correctly and I’m meant to trust her with a mic? Maybe Gabe was right, and that whole family does have a drug empire that they funnel through their kids. “Can I-I just sing?”

A couple seconds later, Cisco passes by me and hands her the mic with a charming smile that I wish I could punch off his face without worrying about the consequences, which would likely detail in me ending up bloodied and bruised. I step aside to where Ridley is, notice he’s taken the liberty of looking through the rest of our music catalogue, and find myself a little relieved in that, at least. Whenever he sees that we’re actually giving her a shot he straightens up and gives her a reassuring smile before handing us the unnamed sheet music. It doesn’t take me long to note that it’s a duet, so I step up to the mic beside her after slinging my guitar over my shoulder.

The intro starts in a flare of drums and guitar, and I begrudgingly nod along to Cisco’s bass before she opens her mouth and begins to sing.

“Baby, you come knockin’ on my front door, same old line you used to use before, and I said, yeah, well what am I supposed to do?” Fleetwood motherfuckin’ Mac. And she doesn’t sound terrible at all, she doesn’t trip up over any of the words. “I didn’t know what I was gettin’ into, so you’ve had a little trouble in town, now you’re draggin’ my demons down.”

I chime in with stop draggin’ my, stop draggin’ my, stop draggin’ my heart around, and I can see Cisco’s shit-eating grin in my peripheral and become quickly distracted again by the music before I can feel anything about it. I can’t fault him. We sound good together, better than we ever have, actually. I used to think I’d have trouble sharing the spotlight — seemingly that isn’t the case at all.

When the song is over and we all glance up from where we were focused on our instruments, I look to Manon, who seems bashful and reserved again despite mere moments ago flourishing within the electric high that all music gives to true artists. “... That was good,” I tell her.

“T-Thank you,” she bows her head down and focuses on her fumbling hands again.

“So, gang,” Ridley finally speaks up as he walks over, his cadence much friendlier than before as he holds up the sheet music to REDROOM. “I think we’re gonna need to make a couple changes.”

[aikidoheroine]

It seemed to take a while for Mikuru to arrive at an answer. Tenko would be patient. Still, the aikido master couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside her head. It felt like Mikuru was always carefully weighing the words in her head. Trying to carefully select her responses.

Tenko felt like she wanted to know what was inside the redhead's heart, yet it felt presumptuous to ask given that they only met recently. So instead, the conversation would continue on. "Oh, you should show me some of your calligraphy! It probably looks so pretty!" Given Tenko's upbringing, she was familiar with the concept of calligraphy. While she didn't practice it herself, Tenko felt that she could appreciate it as an art form. As it happens, Mikuru and Tenko shared a hobby, and didn't even know it. At least, not until Tenko spoke up again to talk about her own hobbies. "To talk about my own hobbies, it so happens that I sew too! I like to design outfits. You can't see it right now, but I actually made some alterations to my own clothes!" By which Tenko meant, the second layer of frills on her skirt, making that article of clothing unique to only her. "We should definitely share some design ideas! Maybe we could make an outfit together sometime!" "As for other hobbies, I do like to play some video games every so often. Some fighting games, but also visual novels!" As Tenko kept talking, she kept working on Mikuru's hair. By now, Tenko was almost done with the first pigtail, and would begin work on the second pigtail soon. "And I also like to watch magic shows and idol concerts!" To the point where Tenko was rather infatuated with ladies that were related to those professions. Tenko knew both a magician and an idol, making her rather lucky in that regard. "I could share some of the music I listen to after we're done with this!"

It was good to see that Mikuru was relaxing. The girl always seemed so skittish, that it made Tenko's heart break. "Oh, you want your hair to be in a style like mine? I'll do my best!" So began the process of taking Mikuru's hair and beginning to tie it into a pair of pigtails. This was a process that Tenko did every morning to her own hair, in the mirror. Yet doing it to someone else felt ever so slightly different.

Tenko's fingers moved in a very slow, delicate manner. From the top of Mikuru's head, the aikido master took the locks of orange hair and weaved them together. As Tenko continued her work, she decided to open up a topic of conversation. "So, what hobbies do you have? I hear you mention something about a club every so often."

The two ladies hadn't met all that long ago. One day, Tenko had just been walking around when she happened to see Mikuru on the floor. Naturally, the aikido master went over to lend a hand, and get her back on her feet. it seemed that Mikuru had been very grateful to be helped up. One thing seemed to lead to another, and now they were here in Tenko's room. Perhaps their friendship was progressing rather fast, but for better or worse that's how the aikido master operated. She couldn't help but want to draw close to other girls, and help them however possible.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Ok so from what I've seen of my very pleasent stroll through your bountiful analyses (analysi?), I'm very much liking it (my apologies, words aren't my strong suit even though I've spoken English my whole life), I was just wondering if you have any thoughts on how the elves don't have much music from what I've heard? (It's the heathen who hasn't read the books :D) And that just... Seems unlikely to me, or boring. Music is a very important part of who I am and my daily activities and to just have a world where it.. Doesn't exist seems improbable or repressed, especially since making noise is a simple basic of social creatures (assuming that's what elves are)

heathen! hello! I started to answer this and then saved it to my drafts and forgot it existed so thank you for being patient with me--I should not be allowed to have a draft feature. and thank you! I'm glad you like the analyses because I love doing them!! and I still have almost 40 asks to answer rn (despite me answering several, I just keep getting more!! not a bad thing tho) so there's definitely a lot more to come.

I do have several thoughts on this--just to prepare you for my blog as you are new, I have thoughts about everything all of the time! it's actually been hilarious to see people switch from asking me "do you have thoughts on this" to "what are your thoughts on this" because I just have so much to say about everything.

but onto your ask: from what we've seen (based on the little info we have about the song family) is seems like all elven music is instrumental, no words at all. or if there are words (I don't remember there being words but it's not impossible), they're more soft and gentle. it's like their music is in tune with nature and the natural world and doesn't explore the possible creativity in it. Instead, it's all lumped into one category of sweet and perfect and pleasant in a way human music isn't. yes, human music can be like that, but it also has such a wide variety of sounds and ways to express yourself. I think with elven music it's less and expression of yourself and more of showing off the fact you can play music, like it's a skill to show off instead of personally meaningful outside of the attention it can get you.

looking at that brief interaction where Grady asks "is that...music?" (paraphrased from book one) when Sophie is listening to her angry playlist, we can assume that the lost cities doesn't have anything intense when it comes to songs. note: maybe the reason we haven't actually heard any elven music in the series is because it's so boring, as you put it, that no one actually listens to it often.

like you, music is a huge part of my life and I'm constantly listening to something whether it's on a speaker, earbuds, or just my phone. I have music playing as I'm answering this ask, and sometimes I even listen to music as I read. If I walk out of my room rn I can guarantee that my dad has a speaker on in the living room and is listening to the music on the radio. Music is such an integral part of the human experience--and Sophie herself listened to music frequently before coming to the Lost Cities.

It seems like one of those worldbuilding details--in this case it's an enjoyable activity/profession--that got pushed to the side to favor all the other aspects of the world and it's drama. Shannon's explanation for cutting a lot of things is that is slows down the story and draws it out (as seen in all the deleted scenes she's shared), so I wouldn't be surprised if elven music and just listening to music in general is one of the things that got cut for that very reason, if it was even added in the workplace. However, i do think it would've strengthened the world more if it had been mentioned in like a sentence or two throughout the series, just a reminder that music exists because it is so integral to so many of us. Even Shannon herself has playlists she listens to when writing the keeper books that she's shared! Or if it's not included, a brief explanation as to why music isn't important to the elves.

Off the top of my head I can theorize that maybe music is viewed as something that's only for special occasions, like dances and ceremonies. Or maybe it's seen as not special enough because it involves used of the body (to play instruments and sing) and not that of the mind. But those are just personal theories trying to explain a gap in the world.

Overall I think it was just something Shannon omitted for simplicity when writing, as music can be seen as a minor thing. it's just that it happens to be a very big thing for a lot of us, so knowing the music exists and seeing it portrayed in such a different way without explanation raises a lot of questions.

I'd personally be very interested to hear what elven music sounds like or how it's treated!! I wonder what kind of instruments they use and if elves sing. just so many questions!!