#ur gonna have to turn ur volume all the way up

[2knightt]

may u do the gang with a significant other who is in a popular band or actor? up to four preference of course. lots of love!

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ darling, can i be your favourite? ⋄ 𓍯

REQUESTED: reader’s the coolest person ever and the gang’s their biggest fan!

tags/warnings: headcanons, gn!reader, reader is a singer/popstar!reader, gang is obsessed, reader is big time famous, near the end they got shorter because my tumblr started lagging.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ hey my love !!! seen this after i posted and knew i had to get to work 🙂‍↕️ also while i was working on this, i got a req for actor!reader..ur in luck🤭

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johnny cade

╰┈➤ now playing. — espresso, y/n l/n

how he bagged you, the world may never know. like seriously.

YOU’RE ON THE BIG SCREEN AND YOU’RE IN THE RADIO AND YOU GO AFTER JOHNNY CADE??? everyone was shocked. lives were CHANGED.

“you’re dating who?”

“..y/n l/n?”

“in your dreams maybe???”

“fuck you?”

nobody believed him because you confessed to him over the phone when you were touring 😔! you realized you really liked johnny when you had to be away from him for so long.

so for like that period of time, it was just call after call of you two giggling back and forth.

the gang, swear to fucking god, knew he was talking to someone but they thought he was lying about who he was talking to

UNTIL YOU CAME BACK!!!!

Then they were all,

“what the fuck….”

“can i like—borrow a 20?”

“DAMN”

spoil him. take him with you. protect johnny cade with ur money or else. i find you.

but seriously, pleaseeee make sure johnny lives the life he deserves ☹️ since you’re a singer, you make a FUCK ton of money

put it to good use (spending it on johnny cade)

hey! you’re all he talks about!! HE DOESN’T STFU THAT HE’S DATING SOMEONE THAT’S FAMOUS.

“what ‘bout you, lil’ boy? you got someone?”

“hell yeah. y/n l/n.😇💯”

“..the singer?”

“damn right, ‘the singer’!”

listens to your music when he misses you!!

OH MU GOD WRITE A SONG ABOUT JOHNNY CADE PLEASEEEE AND WEAR HIS JEAN JACKRT ON STAGE PLEASEEEEEEE

i can’t stress how much he loves you

he has photos of you everywhere. and anywhere.

steals magazines you model for to promote your albums<3

dallas winston

╰┈➤ now playing — nonsense, y/n l/n.

why would you pick him.

shame on you. you have celebrities flocking to you and you pick some guy in tulsa who’s in jail every friday.

tsk tsk. whatever makes you happy!

ANYWAYS

also, never shuts the fuck up about you. like seriously, somehow, you’re always the topic of conversation.

“yeah, that’s crazy that she slashed your tires. my LOVELY Y/N would never tho. did you know they sing? you’ve probably heard of ‘em-“

MAKES YOU WEAR HIS RINGS WHEN YOU PERFORM!!! AND SOMETIMES HIS LEATHER JACKET!!! DALLAS DGAF IF IT’S DIRTY OR NOT

He needs those freaks in the crowd to know you’re HIS—not theirs just because you’re famous.

if you ever collab with a dude he’s gonna fucking lose his mind i’m not kidding

“YOU’RE GOING TO THE STUDIO WITH WHO???”

“i told you-“

“yeah, i know. lets go.”

dallas invited himself btw.

dedicate a song to him and he’s literally gonna make EVERYONE listen to it. when it comes on the radio, he’s IMMEDIATELY turning up the volume.

“looking at you got me thinkin’ nonsense.”

“that’s about me, by the way.”

“WE KNOW.”

“YOU TELL US THIS EVERY DAMN DAY”

“yeah. where’s your partner that write songs about you? huh? take that shit up with someone else.”

IN HIS ROOM HE HAS SOOO MANY POSTERS OF YOUUUUUU

cannot believe he got so lucky and bagged you

he used to pray for days like these😭😭🙏

ponyboy curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — work song, y/n l/n.

yes, i did make your song more poetic than the rest. that’s just what ponyboy is into and gets him crying.

did he get lucky? yeah. does he acknowledge that every waking moment of his life and devotes himself to making sure you never feel the burden of having to perform daily?

yeah

helps you write songs sometimes. ponyboy naturally has a poets soul so USE IT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE

GUVE HIM A FUCKING OEN AND PAPER AND HE’S WRITING A HIT SINGLE

omgomg if you credit him while at your concerts he might faint<3333

spoil him and his brothers.

his brothers are included because you see how much they’re struggling and it literally pains you to see the love of ur life get so frustrated over money

sneakily put money into darry’s wallet when he isn’t looking and ponyboy might just kiss u right then and there

it’ll take awhile for him to accept the help, but when he does—he’s so grateful to have an angel like u in his life����😭💔💔💔

“i love you. did you know that?”

“of course i do, pony.”

“i should tell you that more often.”

uses a photo of you as a bookmark btw. it’s you in his favourite outfit you ever wore, performing the song you made for him.

ponyboy’s obsessed.

shoves ANYONE off the tv to watch you perform. he doesn’t care. and the gang lets him<3 cuz they know how much you mean to their little pony!!

not without teasing. never without teasing. ponyboy is never fucking free

“soda, it’s my turn on the tv.”

“what? you tryna watch your girlfriend?”

“…shut up.”

“look at you! what a loverboy, huh? you loveeeee her, don’t you?”

“man, just get off the tv!”

watches & listens to everything you’re in. wether it be interviews, music videos, etc—he can probably quote it. every part.

he’s so obsessed with you it’s not fucking funny

sodapop curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — that boy is mine, y/n l/n.

it couple. genuinely.

you got soda more publicity and modeling agencies have definitely hit him up LMFAO

he most definitely has modelled with you for covers :3c

BUT OTHER THAN THAT

oh u better fucking believe that the DX is always playing your music

SODA DOESNT CARE IF HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THE RADIO

he will. and he will be playing the song you made about him to remind the girls that go to flirt with him that he’s yours.

HE HAS A NECKLACE WITH YOUR INITAL ON IT AND YOU HAVE A NECKLACE WITH HIS INITAL!!1!1!1!1!1

flash it when paparazzi takes photos and he WILL put that photo in his wallet to show people when they ask about his partner.

CANT STFU EVEN IF HE FUCKING TRIED

soda makes u his whole personality

“sigh😔 y/n would’ve loved this beat..”

“SHUT UP ABOUT Y/N😒”

“NO?? I LOVE THEM!!!???”

LOVES PRACTICING UR CHOREOGRAPHY WITH YOU LMFAOOO

it’s so cute☹️☹️😔😔 soda might trip over his feet every once and awhile but he’s always laughing so hard with you when he does<3

darry curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — say yes to heaven, y/n l/n.

tries SOOOO hard to act like he doesn’t gaf that you’re singer but it’s so tough to not brag about it

the boys at work could be talking about their partners but when they go ask darry, he hides his grin and blush by looking down, running his hands through his hair.

“what ‘boutchu, kid? how’s the lover?”

“ah, y’know. they’re busy touring or in the studio.”

“eh?”

“oh—y/n l/n. they’re-“

darry cannot be stopped now. he won’t shut up about how great of a person you are, never letting the fame get to you.

ERAHHH HE STAYS UP LATE AT NIGHT TO WATCH YOUR PERFORMANCES WHEN YOU’RE AWAY!!!!!!! HE LOVES WATCHING YOU SWAY ACROSS THE STAGE!!

hehehehehe slow dance with him in the kitchen to ur unreleased songs you made about him…. 😈😈

PLEAEE HELP HIM FINANCIALLY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

im begging you to just sit darry curtis down and try to convince him that, you giving him money to help around, isn’t an issue.

i don’t see darry moving out of the curtis house unfortunately, i think he will always view it as his parents house and it’s too sentimental.

so, don’t even bother asking him to move. but—do give him money. or sneakily pay the bills. whatever you have to do to help darry relax, please do it!!!

loves it when you sing slower/more relaxing songs

darry thinks it’s so attractive to hear your like soothing, breathy, and smooth voice.

he has a photo framed of you bowing toward the crowd below you, tightly holding the microphone that you had his name engraved in.

it’s currently beside his bed on his nightstand.

he looks at it every night before bed and every morning before work. <3

steve randle

╰┈➤ now playing — art deco, y/n l/n.

he’s feral. he’s fucking crazy about you.

“PUT ON THAT NEW Y/N SHIT‼️”

“why??”

“CAUSE I SAID SO?!1”

number one supporter. nobody comes close to him

AHHHH HE HAS A TATTOO DEDICATED TO YOU!!!! IT’S DEFINITELY A SONG LYRIC YOU WROTE ABOUT HIM IN UR HAND WRITING

when steve’s nervous he traces over it :3c

steve always finds himself, unconsciously, humming your songs while he works on cars!

i like to think his favourite colour is blue, so plsplsplspls wear blue (even if it’s a small accessory) to your concerts just so steve knows you’re always thinking about him.

he keeps little gifts, or rather the accessories you leave at his house, in a little box. he thinks they’re so cute and he will burn a building down before he lets anyone find out

two-bit mathews

╰┈➤ now playing — melting, y/n l/n.

“DID YOU KNOW I’M DATING Y/N? THE FAMOUS SINGER? YEAH, BET YOU WISH THAT WAS YOU😭😂!”

that’s every other sentence from his stupid lips!!

KNOWS EVERY LYRIC TO YOUR SONGS AND WILL SCREAM HIS FUCKING LUNGS OUT TO THEM!!!

attach a mickey charm to ur mic while you sing on stage and he’ll start foaming at the mouth..

two-bit’s all, “that’s for me.:mickey….me….me…mickey….”

he literally begs you to sing him to sleep

STEALS YOUR RECORDS/VINYLS???!!! HE HANGS THEM UP ON HIS WALL WITH SUCH CARE IT’S SO ADORABLE ☹️☹️

teach his little sister some of your dance moves and he might marry you tbh.

two-bit dreams of you and i’m so fucking serious

[facefullofsadness]

I NEED NINGNING SO BAD OMG IM SO GLAD I FOUND YOUUUU PLS TELL US MORE ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS ABT HER

I'm in such a ningie mood lately and can't help but to write this LOL

content - me going absolutely batshit insane talking about ning yizhuo, smut (switch!ning, cunnilingus, fingering, sex toy mentions, not a lot of actual smut just headcanons), not proofread in the slightest D;

wc - 1k

a/n - like I was literally just thinking ab ning2 when I saw this ask, I also have her pc out next to me rn so ningie close ur eyes baby don't watch me as I write this 🫶 also tysm anon for finding me hehe

like ningning is so fucking fine.

idk what god mixed together in his lil cauldron to cook up ning yizhuo, but she's actually so fucking RAAHHH. sorry this is gonna be so incoherent bc I'm just ningyi drunk as fuck right now.

I imagine a fluffy besties kinda relationship w her. like it's all giggly and flirty and you make each other's heart race with touches and words, but also love to be cute and cuddle, gift giving (more on her part bc she loves to buy things that remind her of you), domestic shit like groceries or cooking together. and also you loveeee talking shit! in an idol!au world, in a school!au world, in any type of world where you two meet and fall in love, you're best friends that talk shit before anything.

I mean u don't necessarily have to do that specifically, but I just feel like above all and at your relationship's core, you're best friends that are clingy and inseparable. so you just make the perfect pair when you finally become gfs. bb girl loves to say she's not a scorpio but I think that the oct born blood within her is in full effect in bed. I'm telling yall, autumn/fall born besties are horny mfs (I can confirm).

like already being physically affectionate with you prior to even dating, she would move quick with pushing it further. your first kiss even evolved into a very heated makeout sess straight away, hands gripping skin under shirts or running through each other's hair, legs intertwined, spit dripping down chins because both of you refused to pull away for air (need!). and like it only but amplified from that point on.

I feel like the first time happens unintentionally. probably a drunk game of truth or dare that gets touchy and suddenly ning ends up slurping the cum flowing out between your legs, moaning against your pussy and grinding her cunt against your leg as you sit back against the couch, your hand in her hair pulling her in further. chanting her name raspily as you grind your hips into her mouth, her tongue feeling so incredibly good in your leaking hole. you yell out her name as you interlace one of your hands with hers, her thumb rubbing against the skin of your wrist as you cum all in her mouth.

she shudders at the same time you do, cumming in her panties from grinding against your leg, unable to stop herself from getting turned on eating you out. and you fucking love watching as her eyes roll back with her mouth on your pussy, feeling the heavy vibrations from her screaming into your cunt.

of course returning the favor for your gf, pinning her down under you and fingering her tight puffy pussy as she squirms. you LOVE fingering her despite being obsessed with the taste of her cum, because you couldn't get enough of how her face contorted with every thrust of your fingers in her cunt. the way her mouth would fall open, the way her eyes rolled back, the way she would tilt her head backwards and expose her sweaty neck, the way she would reach out for anything to dig her nails into (sheets, blankets, your clothes, or your skin!), the way her moans sounded sooooo fuckinggg heavenlyyyy. I mean have you heard this woman sing? the melodious sound of her voice chanting whines and whimpers of your name, knowing she'd sound like this for you and you only. to add on, she's fucking loud, so just the sheer volume of her moaning for you riled you on so much.

she's a squirter me thinks. she's a creamer in my stripper fic but that's only because I wanted her to make reader squirt oop- maybe you both are! I mean I think we can all agree that she's a master pussy eater right? I can only imagine how good she fucking feels with her skillful tongue and mouth. she knows exactly what she's doing even if she's had no experience, yizhuo just seems like the type to be insanely good at eating girlies out. every time I see her, I either so badly wanna get eaten out by her or eat her out. I just know she's so reactive and sensitive but is obsessed with cumming over and over again, overstimulation and all.

the prettiest girl to ever exist. so pretty between your thighs, so pretty around your fingers, so pretty taking your tongue, so pretty on top of you, so pretty under you, such pretty moans to slip from her mouth, such pretty expressions when she feels your touch. IM GOING INSANEEEEE!!! vvv switch coded! I know she gives extremely pillow princess energy, but she's so utterly in love and obsessed with you that she wouldn't dare let you go without an orgasm because you deserve it! either extremely service top or power bottom.

loves to play around with toys, but ultimately opts sticking to mouth and fingers because she loves feeling all of you always. though it's not surprising in the least that she has a wide sex toy collection; vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, cuffs/rope/bindings, blindfolds, floggers, gags, clamps, collars, you name it, she probably has at least one. is down to experiment with almost anything and is very adventurous, she just wants to have a good time with you!

ning is just a really passionate lover overall. because even after hours of fucking and cumming everywhere, she always makes sure you're okay :(( kissing you gently on the neck where her face is buried after a long session, rubbing your skin where there might be red marks or scratches or what have you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, offering to get you a drink or run a warm shower/bath for you both. she makes you feel loved and that's the most important part (aside from the mind-blowing continuous climaxes she just gave you).

a/n - NING YIZHUO PLEASEEEE ONE CHANCE OH MY FUCKING GOD I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE WOMEN AND ARE A PUSSY EATER-

[moralesmilesanhour]

Ooo hi, can you write something with gamer/streamer Miles G? Maybe he and the reader just chill and play games talking about life or whatever.

streamer miles!

Ok this went in a sliiightly different direction but the general premise is the same i hope that's ok lmao (also lowkey trying a new writing style/approach)

A/N: comment which animal crossing villager you think miles would like if u want 🫶🏾

You only really see a fraction of a person online. 

The messy, disagreeable thoughts that don’t fit into a neat little post, every time you’ve ever tripped over something and ate shit, all of your worst outfits - none of it exists if you don’t make it known. If you decide you’ve never stumbled over your own feet a day in your life, then it’s so. No one’s gonna claw their way through your screen and check.

For example, you had never seen Miles Morales smile with his teeth before until you clicked on his livestream, and none of his viewers would ever be able to guess.

He was laughing at some joke being made in the chat. 

“Y’all are terrible,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Miles’ stream had been recommended to you by the ever-mysterious, totally-not-creepy algorithm ‘based on your location’, and the thumbnail with his dimples on full display piqued your curiosity.

He’d been passing by once when you accidentally dropped your books and folders while rushing to class. He knelt down and picked them up without a word, dropping them into your hands in a much neater stack than they had originally been in, from largest to smallest. 

Your eyes met for less than two seconds, but you could’ve sworn that there was a softness to them that couldn’t be caught from a distance. 

“Thanks!” you called out as the late bell rang. He only nodded before turning away, not bothering to walk any faster.

You never spoke to him again, having no idea what you’d even say. He rarely spoke outside of class, but you had assumed that based on the way he skulked down the hallway and the permanent ‘I’m bored’ look on his face, that he’d be playing something a little more…serious? ‘God of War’ maybe, or ‘Last of Us’. Or some sports-related game that you couldn’t understand.

Certainly not ‘Animal Crossing’.

Tentatively, your fingers hovered over the keyboard as the stream of comments began to slow, and you wondered if he’d be more likely to see it if you commented this instant.

–Who’s ur favorite villager?

There, nice and simple. Inoffensive.

Miles squinted his eyes at what was presumably a second monitor.

“Who’s my favorite villager?” His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before he put two and two together. “Oh! You mean the li’l animals and shit. Um, the blue penguin? Ace? I like him.”

You sat back and watched him play for another fifteen minutes, most of which were spent figuring out what direction a couch sitting inside his virtual home should face. His voice was low and almost raspy, but…muted. As if someone had turned the volume down on it like you would the radio. He was fortunate to own a decent microphone.

–You got your own PC? 

It seems you got lucky a second time, and Miles paused to read your comment aloud once again.

“Yyup,” he answered proudly. “Put it together myself. I’ll do a tour one day. My setup is wavy, you’ll see!”

He continued going back and forth with the comments in chat, occasionally thanking some for making small donations. The fact of him making anything at all just from playing a video game was impressive. 

Miles remarked on the ‘classical style’ of one of the buildings on his island, and you snorted. Nerd.

–bro thinks he’s an architect

This made him giggle. A light, breathy sound that you would hardly expect to come out of him.

“You’re a hater, man. Watch me get hired as soon as I’m outta college and build yo’ next apartment building.”

You looked down at your phone and realized it was nearly one in the morning. With a yawn, you said your goodbyes in the comments and left the stream.

-

The cafeteria was full by the time you got downstairs, leaving not a single space on the white benches save for two completely empty ones near the back. 

Well, not completely empty.

As you weaved in between students carrying trays of slop with milk cartons, a familiar pair of cornrows came into view.

It’s now or never.

Timidly, you slid onto the bench right beside Miles. Focused on his meal and the tattered sketchbook he carried around, he looked up at you with just his eyes.

“Hey,” you tried to greet him casually with an awkward smile. “I saw you ye–I mean, I…I saw you. In general.”

His blinked slowly. “We all go to the same school.”

You cleared your throat.

“...Right. We-uh, met in the hallway.”

“You dropped all your books on the floor.”

“Yeah!” you replied a little too loudly. “I just, um, wanted to say hi.”

“...hi.”

There was a stretch of silence as you sifted through a list of topics to rescue the conversation, and a lightbulb went off.

“Do you have any hobbies? Other than drawing, I mean.”

Miles gave up on sketching and answered, “Video games.”

“Which ones you been playing recently?”

“Uh, Mortal Kombat, 2K,” he counted on his fingers, “and Animal Crossing, just to see what it was about–”

“Oh, you’re really good at that one!”

You both froze. Uh-oh.

“And how exactly do you know that?”

“I-I mean, you just…look…like the type?” 

You started frantically chipping away at the remaining nail polish on your fingers. Not even you could believe that one.

A tiny grin played on his lips. 

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Soon the bell rang, saving you from making any further incriminating comments.

“See you in class?”

“Yeah, see you in class,” Miles replied, before tilting his head. “Or wherever I see you.”

[indiasthoughts]

"Can you roll my window up?"

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aka- , eren, and xiao, x black readers turn on this trend

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warnings;;

suggestive, but no smut, x black reader, ,, use of the n word , fluff, she/her/hers pronouns, lowkey toxic relationships, SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN!!!!

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authors note: ik this is such a silly contrast aot and genshin but i been craving all both men sooo😮‍💨

and for reference--

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Ps: this is old work but i desperately need smth to post so mind the cornyness pls 🙈

୨⎯ Eren ⎯୧

Inside of the 6'3 mans black BMW M4 was a beautiful girl in his passengers seat, annoyed and frustrated.

see- this girl had a few things that annoyed her that he knew of yet still did when she rode in someones car.

one- rolling her window down and leaving her cold in her black skims dress. two- playing music she's not fond of at the moment, if she's in a brent faiyaz mood why play warren g? and three- not listening to what she had to say.

so when her boyfriend, Eren, of three months did all three at the same time frustration ng came crashing down

"Eren, baby, please roll my window up.", rubbing her arms to create any sort of warmth.

- and to no avail, ignored.

"babe..."

- ignored.

she furrowed her eyebrows and turnt the music down to a volume of 2.

"Can you roll my window up?!"

"No, ur attitude ruining my vibe bro"

As "2SEATER" By tyler the creator started playing, he turned the volume up, but not as high as he had it before, out of the slightest bit of respect.

"Who the fuck is your bro?"

"Ma what I told you about swearing?"

She reached over to his side, unbuckling the seatbelt as her boyfriend stopped at a red light. she pressed the passengers window button and rolled her window up.

"Now the music aint hitting from all angles!!"

"Imma hit you from all angles."

He once again put the windows down.

"Whos car this is?"

"Who sitting here?"

"Ion know what you have an attitude for..."

"Oh my god."

she leaned into her seat, embracing the cold she'd have to deal with for the next 15 minutes.

about another minute passed, and Eren was already tired of the awkward atmosphere.

"Baby im sorry"

"mhm.."

he held a small frown as he pulled up into a empty parking spot .

Tyler spoke in the background- 'the fuck you turn my music down for?'

"mamas it's us" he said with the widest grin he could possibly hold.

'can you roll my window up?'

you lip synced to the girl's parts.

'Why? damn.'

as he would too.

"Cause it's windy." You audibly spoke this time.

"But I love it when your hair blows."

as the beat dropped, he reached in and gave you a kiss.

ewww this was so sickenlybsweet ugh me and who🤢🤢

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୨⎯ Xiao ⎯୧

you and your boyfriend, Xiao had been lying down in his bedroom, while you played with his cat on his lap, he did his homework. There was a specific way he liked to have his room, cold. whether it's the ac blasting on days where the cold was too much too have his windows open, or open windows, on the warmer days. Today happened to be one of the warmer days. And despite the baggy sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and one of his sweaters, his room was still too cold for you. As much as you cuddles up with Astro, the cat, and your boyfriend, it was still unbearable.

"Xiao, lets close the windows please.."

"I won't be able to concentrate."

he furrowed his eyebrows and said that with in the sturnest way he could.

"I'm gonna head into the living room then"

You grabbed the cat, and as quick as one leg came down, it came back up.

He played a faveorite playlist of his, when "2SEATER" came first.

"Sit back down pretty?" more of a question than a command.

"Damnn nigga it's cold!"

"m'sorry, stay wimme ok?"

He turned the volume up and held your waist, bringing his lips to your neck and nibbling your neck.

You knit your brows together, feeling a gush of cold air, and flinched softly. Taking his phone that was connected to his JBL speaker, and lowering it.

"Can you roll the windows up?"

"Whyd you turn the music down"

he puts it back on, lowly chuckling at the perfect timing on the song.

"Can you roll it up?"

"Why?, damn"

"Because it's!-"

You slowly realise the timing on the song and this mini arguement.

"But i love it when your hair blows.."

As he finally removed his lips from your neck, and tilting your neck to crane your head and meet his lips.

[ad0rechuu]

ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (026) balloon flowers

WORD COUNT. 1157

WARNINGS. mentions of food, balloons, flowers, balloon flowers and yeonjun! can be considered suggestive if u really squint and move ur bang to read it again because of their position but there are no implications and it’s mostly just sweet and loving

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

AS SOON AS SUNWOO RUSHED TO OPEN THE DOOR, IT HIT HIM.

It was Berry. His new song was currently blasting through the speakers of your phone at the highest volume as you stood in front of his door with arms full of snacks and flowers.

“It was you!”

“Yes! Now please let me in, I’m gonna tumble over.”

His mouth made an 'o' shape and he quickly moved out of the way, letting you in his apartment.

After closing the door, he followed behind you as you effortlessly navigated the way to his living room. A slight reddish hue made its way onto his cheeks, finally taking in the situation. He cleared his throat and took stock of the items you lightly dropped on the table.

“So were the balloons also you?” He asked softly.

You reached behind you and nodded, holding the familiar purple flowers up to his face. “I left them tied to your car though, because I couldn’t carry them all. But I felt like they would match nicely with these.”

Taken aback, Sunwoo cautiously took the flowers before it hit him.

“They’re Balloon flowers?!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled at his reaction and nodded. The memory of the lady carrying those flowers complimenting your relationship played back in both of your minds.

“In my defense, I didn’t hear you knock over the music.” Sunwoo sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He hugged the flowers a little bit tighter with his free hand.

You shrugged, looking around the room. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He excitedly nodded his head at that and stepped closer.

“Yes, you are. You’re here. With me.” He softly agreed. “Thank you.”

Now it was your turn to get flustered, a weird feeling took over your insides and made you feel all… giddy at the proximity of his beautiful face and the sound of his sweet words. Playing with your fingers, you tried your hardest not to get distracted with thoughts of your dear friend.

“Do you, uh.. have a vase?” You asked, pointing at the bouquet in his grasp. “They were too expensive to just let die.”

Sunwoo laughed. He couldn’t argue with that. He motioned for you to follow him to the compact kitchen, nagging about your offensive distrust in his ability to have a plant as he looked trough the cabinets for the said vase.

You unwrapped the flowers from the paper around them, smiling in relief as you saw that they were already cut.

“What about this?” After some clanging behind you, he finally stood back up. You turned towards him to see him holding up a glass pitcher.

You quickly turned, stifling your laughter at his amusing— but admittedly, creative— idea.

“That’ll have to work.”

Rearranging the flowers with the help of a Youtube video resulted in a surprisingly messy kitchen counter, but a nice pitcher of purple flowers. And afterward, some more arguing about where Sunwoo should keep them. Eventually, you two found a fitting place in his bedroom.

You watched as Sunwoo took a picture of your gift, speaking up.

“If you kill them within a week, I’ll kill you next.” You announced.

“You’re so scary.. You should be nice to me!” He fake-shivered at your words, putting his phone in his pocket while following you out of his bedroom. “I’m literally a genius, you know.”

Scoffing, you turned around, pushing his chest, making him lose his balance and fall on the bed.

Seeing him fall brought a satisfied smirk on your face. Unfortunately, it only lasted a second as you didn’t expect him to clutch onto your shirt and pull you on top of him in the process.

You tried to get up, but he was fast in wrapping his arms around your waist, your knees folding next to his sides, basically making you straddle him. Feeling his grip tighten and his head aiming to cuddle into your shoulder, you immediately knew what he was thinking.

He still said it though.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, okay?” He asked. Instead of replying, you wrapped his arms around his neck as your answer. He felt you relax on top of him, one of his arms slowly starting to caress your back in silent affection.

“I missed you.” Sunwoo admitted first, not once halting his movements.

You rose a little, just enough for you to face him the best you could, a warm smile that knocked the air out of Sunwoo’s lungs spread over your face.

“I missed you too.” You said before returning to your previous position. “I’ve been thinking a lot.”

As you spoke, you played with the hair on his nape, while he rubbed circles now on the bare flesh underneath your shirt.

The feeling, as well as the action, was something you would easily be able to lose yourself in, making it dangerous. Yet you didn’t want it to stop.

Sunwoo felt his eyelids growing heavy at the sheer comfort your presence and warmth brought.

“Hmm. About what?”

“I’m gonna break up with Yeonjun.” You could barely get the sentence out as his eyes snapped open and his hand stopped moving.

His voice came out as a confused whisper. “What?”

“Yeah, I think the plan isn’t working out as we thought. And it's not worth spending any more time on. I want to move on. I don’t care about hurting him anymore.”

Sunwoo’s hands left your body as he sat up a little, leaning on his elbows. He looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“You don’t want to hurt him back anymore...?”

“No.” You shook your head, copying his actions and also sitting up, innocently resting your hands on his toned stomach.

Both of you stared into each other's eyes as silence engulfed the room around you. It wasn’t awkward or confrontational. Both of you were too deep in thought for any of that.

Despite his calm outer appearance, his heartbeat quickened and his mind went a thousand miles per minute. Sunwoo couldn’t get himself to stop gazing up at your features. Your adorable, pretty, sexy, perfect, familiar features. He couldn’t help that his temperature rose at the fact that all of that beauty wasn’t for him. The possibility of you putting a stop to all of this because Chaewon and your friends were right and you might have fallen for your unworthy boyfriend again dawned on him harder than ever before.

Little did he know that you were fighting your own battles inside your busy head. Something had been growing in your heart for Sunwoo. You had an inkling of a suspicion, but seeing his dark brown eyes stare into your own like this confirmed for you that maybe you have been looking in the wrong direction all this time.

A single peek at his lips was enough. Whatever was growing was ready to bloom (even if Sunwoo was worrying about the wrong flower blossoming).

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[s1llysmut]

Hey hey!! So sorry if ur requests aren't open- but if they are, NSFW alphabet with Vox mayhaps?

Love ur work!! Can't wait to see more!

A/N: Awww thank you so much!!!!

NSFW Alphabet for Vox

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s clingy as fuck. He leaves cleaning up for later. Right now you two are going to cuddle until you both fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his wires. He loves how he can tie you up with them. On you he loves your tits if you have any. He’s a boob lover.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums in you or on your face. That’s it. And there’s no way he’s using a condom.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes it when you’re dominant from time to time. Tie him up and edge him and he’ll love you forever.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s moderately experienced. I have a feeling he’d need your help finding the clit (if you have one).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. He loves watching that ass jiggle.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

To him it’s okay if he’s goody but if you’re goofy he gets all insecure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He genuinely doesn’t care how it looks. He lets it grow how it wants. I have a feelings it’s somehow black and blue.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very very intimate. He’s whipped for you. However if he’s feeling pissed off by Alastor, you’re getting fucked senseless.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has a shit ton of photos of you and he uses them to get off anytime you’re not around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage. He doesn’t care if it’s you or him being tied up. He just loves the concept.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office. Absolutely. Loves fucking you in his office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you do anything to try and seduce him. Bend over in front of him, whisper in his ear, kiss his neck, anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t do roleplay as anyone. Even fictional. It would hurt his feelings that you want him to pretend to be someone else.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers you giving him head. He loves seeing you on your knees sucking him off. It boosts his ego.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s stressed or angry he’s going to fuck you fast and hard, but if he’s feeling lovey dovey he’s gonna take his time with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes them a regular amount.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. He loves the adrenaline rush of trying new things especially risky things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a damn while. He loves feeling overstimulated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Since he’s such an innovative man I feel like he buys any new sex toy on the market and gets you and him to try it out. Then he gives Valentino a report on it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can’t tease you for long. He folds too easily. He’s the kinda guy who thinks with his dick.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud. He has no shame. If he feels good, everyone in hell is gonna know.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ve definitely had a foursome with Velvette and Val. He wants to brag about your skills and smoking hot body.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pretty big. About 8 inches!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. Almost as high as Valentino’s.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quickly. He will lay on your chest and sleep like a baby.

[starlightkun]

❧ word count: 1.9k ❧ warnings: cursing lol, oh they DO have cheesy nicknames for each other (pooks/lovey) so if ur gonna be a hater abandon ship now ❧ genre: exes to lovers, drabble sequel to much mistletoeing about nothing, holiday-themed, getting snowed in trope ❧ author’s note: i had a couple more ideas that didn’t really fit in with much mistletoeing about nothing, so here’s an extra little drabble for these two

You held your phone further away from your ear as your sister kept yelling. “You didn’t tell me that the friend you were shacking up with for the snowstorm was Kun! Y/N, oh my God! Oh my God, Y/N!”

Sat in front of Kun’s fireplace bundled up in his favorite orange hoodie and a mass of blankets, you listened with a lingering smile on your face to your older sister’s ranting to you over your phone about how her Christmas dinner with your extended family went this year. She was filling you in on all of the family drama, and complaining about all the various older family members who kept trying to grab your baby niece from her arms even after she said no.

“Baby boy missed you, by the way,” she added, referencing her eldest. “He was very concerned about why his Aunt Y/N couldn’t be there.”

Before you could respond, Kun called to you from the kitchen, “Lovey? Want some hot chocolate?”

You grimaced as you realized that you hadn’t given him a heads-up that you were on the phone, hoping that your sister hadn’t heard that.

“Is that Kun?!” She practically screeched, nearly blowing out your speakers. You held your phone further away from your ear as she kept going. “You didn’t tell me that the friend you were shacking up with for the snowstorm was Kun! Y/N, oh my God! Oh my God, Y/N!”

Well aware that you had been got, you covered the mic to look over at Kun, who mouthed an ‘oops! sorry!’ to you. You shook your head to let him know you weren’t mad, and held up a finger in a gesture for him to wait on the hot chocolate while you dealt with this.

“Alright, chill out,” you grumbled at your sister. “Yes, I’m staying with Kun right now…”

“Holy shit! How? When? Are you guys like… back together or is this a lonely-on-the-holidays hook-up thing?”

“Don’t tell Mom and Dad anything yet but… we’re trying again.”

“Oh my God!” She squealed. “For real? Since when? How did you—? Tell me everything!”

“Christ, you’re going to burst my eardrums at this rate... I can’t turn the volume down any more without muting you entirely, you know.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really excited for you,” she gushed, and the warmth of her voice spread through your chest. “You were just… always so happy around him. And I know you’ve felt a little… untethered the past few years.”

You nodded in agreement even though she couldn’t see it. “Anyway, it turns out he got a job at the same place I’m doing my research. We ran into each other, and had nothing better to do on Christmas, then this freak snowstorm came, and we got to really talking again.”

“You’ve officially made my year, Y/N!” Her bright, infectious smile was audible through the phone. “Anyway, we’re about to go back to Mom and Dad’s for New Year’s, so I have to go.”

“Promise you won’t tell them?” You asked, warning in your tone. “You’ll let me do it? Once we’ve got things a bit more figured out.”

“Fine, fine, I promise! You know I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“Uh-huh. Tell everybody Happy New Year from me, okay?”

“Will do! Happy New Year, Y/N!” She then added even louder, “Happy New Year, Kun!”

“You’re not on speakerphone, dumbass.”

“Oh, boo. Tell him Happy New Year for me, please?”

“Fine, I will,” you sighed. “Happy New Year. Love you, bye.”

“Bye, love you!”

And with that, you hung up. Getting onto your feet, you shuffled into the kitchen where Kun had two steaming mugs on the counter. He offered one out to you, and you took it gratefully. He dropped a couple of marshmallows in the hot chocolate for you.

“Thanks, pooks.” You blew over the surface. “She says Happy New Year, by the way.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were—”

“It’s okay, Kun,” you reassured him. “I didn’t tell you I was on the phone. And you know how she is, she would’ve sleuthed it out eventually by triangulating my signal or something if I hadn’t told her.”

“I haven’t told my family yet either,” he said, then took a sip of his hot chocolate. “I thought it was best that the two of us just sort of… figured everything out first, before inviting in any bothers.”

“And my bothers you mean brothers.”

“That, too.”

You chuckled, taking your first sip of cocoa. “Mm, that’s good. Peppermint?”

“Yeah, Dr. Oh gave us all these gourmet hot chocolate bomb things for Christmas,” he explained, holding his mug out towards you. “Mine’s gingerbread.”

“Ooh.” You swapped mugs to try some of the other’s. “That one’s really good too. I think I like mine better, though.”

“Yeah, mine’s maybe a bit over-the-top on the spices?” He mused, exchanging cups once more.

“I miss your brothers,” you admitted quietly, settling back against the kitchen counter. “They were always so much fun.”

Kun scooted over to loosely loop an arm around your waist, and you leaned against him affectionately. “They miss you too. With Chenle graduating in the spring, he wanted to start brainstorming for his graduation party when I went and visited for Dejun’s birthday. We were looking at pictures from Dejun’s party for some inspiration—he of course needs his to be even better, you know.”

“Oh, of course,” you snickered fondly, already able to imagine it. Chenle was the baby of the family, and he had no shame in using that position to his advantage.

“You were in so many of the photos. And Chenle just kind of got really quiet…”

“That’s not like him.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed solemnly. “He didn’t say anything, I know for my sake, but I think he was having a hard time imagining his graduation without you.”

“Maybe he just felt awkward looking at a bunch of pictures with you that had your ex in them.”

“We were together for five years, Y/N. You made as much of an impact on their lives as mine. You used to help Chenle with all those school projects, and picked him up from school…”

You felt a lump growing in your throat as you sniffled and nodded. “Remember when he ran away from home to our apartment?”

“Yeah, you managed to convince my mom to let him stay with us for a few days— which only worked because she adored you so much, by the way. He was glued to your side the whole time.”

“He just needed a break. Poor kid was so stressed.”

Kun rubbed your back. “You were always so good with him.”

You took another pensive drink of your cocoa. “Do you think… we’ll be okay this time?”

“I have to think so.” He pressed a kiss to your temple absentmindedly. “Do you think we’ll be okay this time?”

“Yeah.” You set your mug down to turn around and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He immediately enveloped you in his arms, holding you closely. Your chest twinged at the familiarity. “I think we’ve got it this time.”

“What time do you think it is?” You murmured, hand clasped in Kun’s and head resting on his shoulder as the two of you slowly swayed together in his living room. What had started out as goofy, lighthearted dancing to some of his vinyls had turned into slow-dancing as the album playing right now was more melancholic and heartfelt.

Kun lifted up his watch so both of you could see it. 11:59 p.m. “Almost there…”

Both of you were silent as you watched the seconds count up on the watch face.

12:00 a.m.

“Happy New Year’s, pooks.” You lifted your head up to look him in the eye, a wide grin on your face. "And Happy Birthday."

"Best birthday present I could ask for." He cupped your cheek tenderly, smiling right back at you. “Happy New Year, lovey.”

You brushed his hair from his face before surging forward to close the space between you. Kun was still smiling into the kiss, running a gentle thumb over your cheekbone. At the sound of a phone ringing, he broke away with a groan.

“That’ll be my family,” he sighed, stealing another kiss from you. “I should get that.”

You made the motion of zipping your lips and throwing away the key, and he dropped one last peck to the corner of your mouth before begrudgingly letting you go and walking over to where his phone was buzzing and ringing from the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom! Happy New Year!” He greeted his mother enthusiastically. “Happy New Year, Dad! Yeah, Chenle, I heard you, I was getting to you—Oh my god, Dejun, yes, Happy New Year to you too!”

You couldn’t help but giggle, covering your mouth as you quietly tiptoed over to pick up your empty hot cocoa mugs and start putting them in the sink.

“Oh, lovey, you don’t have to—” Kun was pointing his phone mic away from him as he addressed you, but that obviously did nothing to conceal his words from his entire family on the other end of the line. You heard the familiar catastrophic yells of his little brothers, fully bursting into laughter as Kun’s eyes went wide with realization at what he’d just done. The sounds of your name rang through the speakers clearly, and he mouthed another apology at you.

“It’s fine, pooks,” you chuckled at a normal volume, letting yourself be heard.

Kun winced as he lifted his phone back up to his ear. “Yes, I’m with Y/N right now… No, no, I’m not handing the phone to her. Chenle, I can hear you pouting, stop that. It’s not going to make me—”

You held your hand out to him expectantly.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to indulge these little demons,” he hissed the last part into the phone, then turned panicked. “No! Of course, I didn’t mean you, Mom, I meant Dejun and Chenle!”

“It’s alright,” you reassured him with another chuckle, motioning for him to hand the device over. Once you had his phone, you put it on speakerphone, sidling up next to him as you greeted his family. “Happy New Year’s, everyone!”

The two boys on the other end erupted into cheers of your name and general yelling in the background, while their mother actually addressed you. “Happy New Year, Y/N. It’s great to hear from you again, sweetheart.”

“It’s really nice to talk to you all again, too,” you told her honestly, as Kun wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N!” Chenle cut in. “It’s really you?!”

“Yes, LeLe, it’s really me,” you chuckled. “I heard you’re graduating soon, big kid! Congrats.”

“Does this mean you two are back together?!” Dejun was much closer to the phone now.

Kun shook his head at his brother’s words. “Stop it. Y/N doesn’t have to answer that.”

“Oh, something like that,” you answered Dejun anyway with a mischievous, giddy grin.

As the younger sons erupted into celebratory yells in the distance again, you were left to speak only with his parents.

“That’s lovely to hear,” his mother said sweetly.

“Are you well, Y/N?” His dad asked.

After chatting with Kun’s family for a few more minutes, you and Kun gave them your goodbyes before hanging up. You had a lingering smile on your face as you looked over at Kun, cradling his face with both your hands. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow as you just continued looking at him.

“Something on my face?”

“Just looking,” you answered simply. “I’m… really happy right now, Kun.”

That made him smile, too, and he looked down at the floor for a moment before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. “I’m really happy right now, too, Y/N.”

He leaned in to slot his mouth with yours again, and you hummed delightedly into the kiss.

“Seems like it came true, then.”

It was your turn to regard him with confusion. “What do you mean, pooks?”

“We are having a Happy New Year.”

You let out a couple of incredulous laughs, planting kisses on his dimples between each one. “You sap. My sap.”

“I hope that snowstorm never gets cleared,” he declared, kissing you again.

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[divineei]

modern!atwow x musician!reader

modern avatar mlist!

desc. headcanons for modern avatar: the way of water teens with a musician significant other who’s in a band. reader plays a different instrument for each character.

a/n. if this flops i’m retiring. real shit.

— neteyam. ( guitarist s/o ♪! )

he sleeps with a t-shirt of your band every. goddamn. night.

gives it back to you once a week so you can spray your perfume on it. you ended up bringing him a bottle of ur fave brand and he sprays the cologne on it every time he washes it (aka ever fucking week)

mans hooked. to both you and your music

listens to your band’s songs at least once a day. either w/ headphones or on full blast it doesn’t matter

his whole family knows all the lyrics

sometimes tuk comes to his room and jumps on his bed while playing air guitar and he absolutely joins

other times tho he closes his eyes to focus and pays special attention to the guitar while having your smile in mind

he once spent like 2 weeks watching youtube tutorials to (kinda) learn one song so he could play for you

was it good? no it was fucking hideous. was it the sweetest fucking thing ever tho? absolutely it was

always tries to pick you up after band practice

my boy would rather miss his basketball competitions than miss one of your concerts

this one time he actually tried to skip a match bc your performance was at the same time and the mf showed up backstage like “hEy🙂”

you had to call his mom for him to leave (u snitch that was kinda foul)

definitely knows abt “the rockstar’s girlfriend” aesthetic and makes it his personality. like he’s so into it

you got him a t-shirt that said “im with the band” as a joke but he actually wears it and its hilarious

— kiri. ( keyboard s/o ♪! )

comes to your house just to hear you play

she brings a book and lays down on your bed while you make new music

ADORES watching you come up with new tunes!!!!!!

you always have that focused look on your face as you move your fingers over the keys at makes her want to take a picture (she actually has a few ngl)

always goes back home humming your new melody

you record covers of her favorite songs on your keyboard and give her a cd that she listens to on her discman (she defo owns old gadgets like that)

sometimes puts her phone down on her window stool, where she has her favorite plants, and leaves it there with your music playing. she likes to think it help her plants grow

lowkey gatekeeps your songs

there was this one time you couldn’t sleep bc she kept appearing on your mind, so you connected your headphones and made your “ode to kiri”

it was 2am when you vídeocalled her to play for her what you just wrote

and kiri being the sensitive person she is, swore she could feel your affection through the music, little tears threatening to fall from her pretty eyes

it was truly a treasured memory in your relationship

until a loud ass knock on your door and an equally loud “FFS ITS 2AM!!!!!” almost made you drop dead

she absolutely laughed at you btw

— lo’ak. ( bassist s/o ♪! )

brings you stickers so you can decorate your bass w/ them

“aye babe i got a new sticker for your guitar” “for the hundredth time lo’ak, its a BASS!!!”

yeah he knows it annoys you and no he’s not gonna stop

his lockscreen is a picture of you on stage with a bunch of lil hearts he drew around you

when he goes to your concerts he tells everyone you two are dating

“you see that one over there bro? pfft yeah, we’re together” “do i know you man????” 💀

when you told him your band didnt have a logo yet he showed up at your door 3 days after, super excited and with a bunch of sketches to show you

i also think lo’ak would be really into graffiti art

so he goes around the neighborhood spray painting your band’s logo on the streets walls

“lo’ak you’re gonna get us in trouble” “oh cmon, its good promo!!”

he messes up with your amplifier when you practice, turning up and down the volume, the treble, etc. until you throw your pick right into his fucking forehead and he’s like:

“ma fault 😨”

the moment he (finally) sits still he actually pays really close attention to how your hands move

“damn, you make it look so easy” “im just good with my fingers ig”

cue the dumbest smirk you’ve ever seen

— ao’nung. ( drummer s/o ♪! )

imma just say it; he is popular. by that i mean ma boy has hella contacts

AND by that i mean he makes sure your band always has a venue to perform at. always first on every list fr

“ao’ stay the fuck away from my drums”

actually a fucking menace. tries to impress you by smashing the drumsticks everywhere.

“nah babe check me out i got it this time srsly”

rhythm left the room the moment he sat down

he even attempts some tricks he seen you pull off during your concerts, like throwing the sticks up or rolling them between his fingers.

they always end up either on the floor or hitting his dumbass head. it’s cool tho, u kiss it better (after a well deserved smack bc what did i tell u)

he’d still insist on learning so you two end up having a chick flick moment where you guide him by putting your hands on his

boy actually blushes. just a smidge

“your ears are red” “stfu no they’re not”

might not know shit abt making music but seeing the look on your face when you play is enough to make him see how passionate you are

loves being alone with you in your band’s backstage lounge

he’s so fucking extra he got his friend outside the door like some whack ass bodyguards. they’re so into it too bro

“aye keep walking man🕴️” “move along bitch aint nothing to see here🕴️”

whenever you’re about to go on stage he stays with you in your band’s room and massages your hands

makes sure you always put some baby powder on your palms before you perform in case you start sweating so you dont drop your drumsticks

— tsireya. ( vocalist s/o ♪! )

she sings along to your songs whenever they play

ao’nung is sick and tired of listening to her and uses ear plugs all the time bc he once told her to stfu and got smacked

you two even make your own carpool karaoke and scream the lyrics together on the parking lot

and she NAILS IT!!!!!

like my girl can sing fr

in fact you’ve asked her to help in a few songs for harmonies and second voices

she helps you out a lot with your vocal practice and your breathing exercises

she sits down with you and counts each second with her fingers when hold your breath and when you try your best to hold a specific note

let’s be honest here. A LOT of your songs are abt her

you really don’t have to tell her, she knows they are. bc when you’re up on stage singing abt the perfect girl, you look right at her. and her heart beats faster every time

sometimes you send her your lyrics like “what do u think of this??” and it’d be a full on poem abt her that makes her smile so goofy. kicking feet and everything

every time you get in the shower and start humming/singing her phone is ready

actually has a video of you freaking tf out bc you had an idea for a new song while showering and you stormed your way out the bathroom, wet and hair full off shampoo

“REYA PASS ME A PEN QUICK” “NAH WHY ARE YOU BOOTY NAKED PLEASEHAhH”

you had to mop the floor after that

— rotxo. ( acoustic guitarist s/o ♪! )

makes sure you are never out of strings to change

but since the strings are heavier from an electric guitar, he knows you sometimes hurt your fingers playing

so he bought you a bunch of finger protectors.

he’s a sweetheart, but those whack ass things he got you looked like this

yeaaah…. no. 💀

actually offensive he’d think you need that shit but you let it go bc he really just wanna be there for you

the actual definition of #1 fan

he’s on every concert

and i mean EVERY. CONCERT. front row, backstage, glowing sticks on one hand, phone on the other and zooming on you and only you

he goes to your house more than you go to his, just bc he always wants you to play smthn. and this way you dont gotta bring your guitar back and forth

when you’re together in your room, you get your guitar and he asks you to play some lofi style tunes

especially loves it when it’s summer and the both of you just lay down with the windows wide open and the breeze goes in and out. has a cool glass of your fave drink with a straw and he holds it up to you while you play

one thing ik for sure is rotxo is lowkey good at making beats/bases

the two of you have definitely made a few tracks purely for your enjoyment (like this)

many many many beach dates where you bring your guitar and he lays his head on your lap while the sun sets

taglist. — @rainbowsocks, @dearstell, @erenjaegerwifee, @neteyamyam, @lvrcpid, @grierpilots, @littlexscarletxwitch, @elegantkidfansoul, @anm3mi, @kachowness, @boilingpots , @lagoonabluebabe, @lethalvenus, @casiia, @liluvtojineteyam, @inluvwithneteyam, @syulangg, @junnniiieee07, @drugs-for-memes, @ilovejakesullysdick, @lovelyygirl8, @neqeyam, @ak-aaa-li, @sakura-onesan, @babyymeme, @gender3nvyy,

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[sodoshame]

please please PLEASE write something with regressed!phantom being seen by dew for the first time. maybe it’s during the time that dew is mean to phantom because he took aethers place? something like that

thanks shadow! always love ur fics

Hello sweet anon! Sorry this took so long, I’m working my way through requests :) I hope this is what you are after!

Requests are still open if anyone wants anything, I’ll get to it when I can :)

Honey.

Regressed!Phantom & Dewdrop.

A/N: SFW like all my agere fics of course! Dew is a little mean at first but he gets nicer I swear. I also wrote this really fast on my phone so I apologise in advance!

_

Dewdrop was the only one up this late; the rumbling of the tour bus wasn’t lulling him to sleep like it usually did, so he gave up on trying to sleep and got out of his bunk to go and sit on the couch in the main area of the bus.

The ghoul had been sitting on the couch for almost an hour now, watching the TV at a low volume so it didn’t disturb anyone else. Upon hearing the door to the bunk area click open, Dew looked over, trying to make out who the figure in the doorway was. He squinted slightly, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark. The figure stepped forwards, the light from the TV illuminating him.

“Phantom? What do you want?” Dewdrop asked, his tone unnecessarily harsh. The young ghoul squeaked out a response, too quiet to hear.

“Fuck’s sake, speak up would you!?” Dew snapped, clenching his jaw.

Phantom stepped forwards again, allowing Dew to see him properly. The quintessence ghoul had the spade of his tail in his mouth, gently suckling on it. His hair was sticking up all over the place and he had tear tracks on his cheeks. He’d been crying.

Dewdrop sighs irritably, not quite yet realising the state of the poor ghoul.

“Speak, would you? Or go bother someone else.” Dew mutters, turning his attention back to the TV. He hears a little whimper from Phantom; he groans and looks back at him.

“Satanas, what is wrong with you?!” Dew snaps again.

That does it. Phantom bursts into tears.

“I- I had b-bad dream. Swissy i-is sleeping.” Phantom manages to stutter out between his sobs. His vocabulary is limited and his voice is muffled around his tail that is still in his mouth.

Immediately, Dew’s eyes widen. He hadn’t realised the state that the younger ghoul was in; Phantom was regressed and Dew had just yelled at him, making him burst into tears. The older ghoul sighs, standing up from the couch.

“Fuck- I mean shit- damn it! Okay, alright… Phantom?” Dew mumbles as he slowly approaches Phantom. The young ghoul backs away slightly, still sobbing.

“Hey, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you, quint.” Dew says, his voice softening. He holds his arms out to Phantom, offering him to come closer.

As Phantom toddled over to Dew, the fire ghoul realised just how little Phantom was; he was wobbly on his feet, sucking on the spade of his tail like a pacifier. Even the way he’s crying. He was regressed much younger than Dew had seen any of the other ghouls be.

“Oh, you’re really little right now, aren’t you?” Dew coos softly. Once Phantom is close enough, Dewdrop wraps him in a gentle hug and softly rubs his back.

Phantom says nothing, but allows himself to be wrapped in Dew’s arms. His crying has calmed down a little, but there are still tears running down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky.

“I’m sorry, little quint. I didn’t mean to shout at you, I didn’t realise that you’re-”

Dewdrop pauses and sighs.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you, end of.” He mumbles.

The fire ghoul leads Phantom to the couch, getting him to sit down. Dew wraps his arms around the young ghoul, pulling him to his chest.

Phantom lets out a little whimper as he cries, burying his face into Dew’s shoulder.

“Shh, shh, shh. Don’t cry, honey. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He brings his hand up to run his fingers through Phantom’s messy hair, keeping one arm wrapped around him. The young ghoul brings his tail back to his mouth, suckling on it once again; Dew frowns as he watches him.

“Hey, quint, don’t do that please. It’s not good for your your tail, you’ll end up hurting it.” Dew says softly, trying to pull the tail out of the quintessence ghouls mouth. Phantom whines and looks up at Dew with big watery eyes. Dewdrop sighs, then fumbles about in his back pocket.

“Can you try this for me? It’s Mountain’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind you borrowing it.” He says, pulling a pacifier from his pocket and offering it to the young ghoul.

Phantom lets his tail drop out of his mouth and cautiously leans his face closer to the pacifier. Dew gently pushes it against his lips, encouraging him to take it. Phantom does, taking it into his mouth hesitantly. After a few minutes, he looks up at the older ghoul, grinning around the pacifier.

“You like the paci, bug?” Dew questions, stroking his fingers through Phantom’s hair. Phantom nods, softly sucking on the pacifier as he looks up at Dew.

“Maybe we’ll have to get you your own, huh? That sounds like a good idea?”

Phantom nods excitedly and starts shuffling around on couch, eventually planting himself on Dew’s lap. He curls up against him and nuzzles his face into the fire ghoul’s chest. Dewdrop watches him with a raised eyebrow and lets out a slight chuckle as Phantom settles himself in his lap.

“Oh, just gettin’ comfy, hm?” Dew coos softly, wrapping his arms back around Phantom’s body.

The quintessence ghoul hums quietly in response, already closing his eyes. He mumbles something into Dew’s chest.

“T’ank you, Dewy.”

Dewdrop all but feels his heart melt; he places a soft kiss to the top of Phantom’s head and cradles him to his chest.

“You’re welcome, baby bug.” Dew mumbles into Phantom’s hair.

Maybe he should give the new quintessence ghoul more of a chance. Maybe he shouldn’t take his anger about Aether on Phantom.

From that night on, Dewdrop vowed to himself that he wouldn’t ever hurt the young ghoul again; nor would he let anyone else.

[kaisworlds]

taking deep breaths because Tumblr deleted my draft while working on this twice now im going to try and write it in one go so this is unedited

Top dom male reader as always

names in red mean they stop acting like a brat and lose them selves in the pleasure

names in blue means they stop being shy and let out their moans

new: names in orange means they are all up in your ear no shame at all

PT. 2 of who fits the standard

pt1:

Eustass "Captain" Kid

cw: hair pulling.

do I even need to explain why his name is in red

this man's pride and ego is taller than mount Everest i swear it would take some convincing to even let him bottom and he wouldn't let you know he actually wants it

when he eventually agrees he is stripped down laying on his stomach before you order him to get on all fours he clicks his tongue mumbling something under his breath turning around

as you look at his ass you see he already prepped himself when asked about it he stammers out "i want you to get over with it" looking forward hoping you dont notice his flushed cheeks

before all of this he would constantly say things like "you think that small thing can pleasure me you must be out of your fucking mind" you were in fact not small

when pushing into him you notice his thigh muscles tense up so you rub his lower back unknown to you kid is loosing his damn mind no one ever touches him as gently as you do (that won't last for long we all know kid likes it rough come on now)

as you bottom out kid rests his head on the pillow holding in his moans as best as he can "y-you're terrible at this i can do it better" knowing he can't.

as you set a steady pace one fast enough to keep him hard but not fast so he cums wanting him to be more vocal "come on captain let me hear you~"

kid refuses to give you the satisfaction looking back scowling at you "you dont deserve-"

he is cut off by a strong hard gripping a hand full of hair yanking him up so his back is flushed against your chest he lets out a loud groan biting his lip to quiet himself down while you speed up.

"now that wasn't so hard was it?" keeping a harsh grip on his hair tugging the roots he leans his head back onto your shoulder groans and pants slipping out of his mouth

he is very red by the end of the session

"Red-Haired" Shanks

cw: biting, scratching.

he is very open to trying anything you bring up.

asking him to bottom gained an easy yes from the curious man and he knows he can trust you

prepping him was quiet easy he tensed up a little on entry but rubbing and kissing his inner thighs while stroking his dick every once in a while helped

eventually he was ready for you, staying in missionary since it was the easiest position and you wanted to search his face for any discomfort during it.

after fully pushing your self in shanks smirked looking up at you "that's all? I thought you had more in you?"

you furrowed your brow starting with slow thrusts as shanks pretended to be boerd with it you gradually increased to a more brutal pace

he lost his composure really quickly wrapping his arms around your neck pulling your head closer biting on your shoulder his back arching off the bed as your cock brushes over his prostate

he gets really loud really fast his toes curling feeling no shame leaving scratches on your back.

Sabo

cw: frotting, overstim, aftercare

my baby he is very vanilla and a heavy virgin

you were his first everything and very patient with him when he wasn't ready to go all the way

it was around 1 am and you guys were having a make out session on the couch sabo pulls back his lips slightly red from the rough kissing, "i want you" he mumbles out before realising what he said his eyes widen and his face goes red along with your eyebrow raising "are you sure sabo?" he locks eyes with you feeling calmer immediately, he nods.

moving to the bedroom wanting him to feel comfortable you light some scented candles (idk if those exist in one piece but idc) with his favourite flavour

he sits down on the bed staring as you approach him, you sit down placing him on your lap kissing him gently lifting his shirt off over his head your hands roaming his chest.

you guys are now left in your underwear he tugs on your waistband as you are kissing his neck so you lift it down, your dick springing up to slap your stomach.

looking at him you speak "can I touch you..." he quickly nods desperate for your touch he takes out his cock which is flushed at the tip pre cum dribbling out he avoids eye contact embarrassed with how hard he is "you're so beautiful you know?" he hears you mumble his blush growing

you wrap your hand around both of your dicks adding lube jerking your dicks off against each other sabo bucks his hips into your hand biting on his tongue to keep his moans in bet when your thumb circles his tip he lets out a quiet moan and almost a small sob as he cums as you stop not wanting to over stimulate him he wraps his hand around yours jerking faster the grip tightening he leans his head against your shoulder moaning your name

when you and him finish up he is pretty just asleep on top of you so you pick him up taking him to the bathroom cleaning him and your self up before cuddling in bed

koala knew what happened as soon as she saw you two

I feel like this was shit but Tumblr deleted my drafts so idek man

hope you enjoyed

[cookies-over-yonder]

H₂O₂

The teens are staying at the Oak-Swallows-Garcia household for some much-needed rest, and Taylor takes an issue with the bloodstain on the rug.

ao3

p.s. thank you everyone for ur support ! 🌈💫💖

The group decides to take a rest at the Oak-Swallows-Garcia household while they still have the time between battles and memories and, well, deaths.

When they walk in, the house is less burnt than they last left it, but the floor has a large bloodstain.

Rebecca makes a comment about blood being hard to get out of the rug, but it’s faint in comparison to the ringing in Taylor’s ears.

He sucks in a breath and takes a swig of water. A little bit of blood isn’t going to make Taylor Swift faint.

He swallows.

It won’t make him puke either.

The others walk across the stain to take their seats on the couch and the recliner chairs.

There’s a hand on his back now, and words he doesn’t really hear, but he takes his seat on the couch next to Link.

The stain is large. It’s turned brown against the pink rug, but Taylor remembers when it was red, when his dad’s legs were sliced and spilled out into a gigantic pool of blood and Taylor thought he was dead.

There’s a tap on his shoulder, and Taylor looks up to see all eyes on him.

“You feeling okay, sweetie?” Sparrow asks, kneeling down in front of him to look him in the eyes. She must have walked on the stain too.

“Yeah, I’m just a little nauseous,” Taylor says, voice weaker than he expected, “think I ate too many of my emergency snacks. ‘M fine.”

“Okay, just drink some water,” Sparrow says, squeezing his knee before returning to where she was standing.

She has to walk back across the bloody rug.

Taylor takes another sip of water. It’s warm, sliding down his throat, and that stain on the rug really makes it feel thick and gorey.

“I can whip you guys up some food, or I could order something,” Sparrow says. “How do you guys feel about pizza?”

“I’d rather not,” Scary says.

“Same here,” Link adds.

The rug looks old. Really old. It’s pink, but a faint pink, like it was once brighter and has since fainted.

“How about pasta or something?” Normal offers, and there’s murmurs of affirmation from the others.

The pink is only around the edges, though, as the dried blood takes up at least three quarters of the surface area. It’s not old.

Not to Taylor.

It’s so recent.

“Alright,” Sparrow says, “that okay with you, Taylor?”

“Do you have hydrogen peroxide?” he asks, not looking up.

“Do you have a death wish ?” Scary asks.

“For the rug,” Taylor clarifies. “It gets blood out.”

“Oh! I can check?” Sparrow answers, “Are you okay with pasta for dinner?”

“Not hungry.”

“Okay.”

Sparrow retreats to the kitchen, and Taylor hopes she finds something to clean this with.

“Dude, you’re gonna burn a hole into that rug with the way you’re staring at it,” Scary says. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Taylor, since when has blood made you queasy?” Normal asks.

“It doesn’t,” Taylor snaps back. His chest feels a little tight, but that doesn’t mean anything. “I already said I ate too much.”

“Yeah, okay, maybe we should move this rug,” Normal says, getting off his chair to start rolling it up.

“ No! ” The volume of Taylor’s voice startles himself, and he finds himself looking in Normal’s eyes.

Eyes of concern.

“Taylor, what’s wrong?” Link asks, resting a hand on Taylor’s thigh.

“We can’t just move it out of the way and pretend it doesn’t have a huge blood stain! We have to clean it!” he shouts, standing up.

But when he stands up, the ringing returns, and There’s a hand on his arm.

“Taylor, hey, let’s sit back down,” Link says. Taylor pulls his arm away.

“I’m fine! ”

“You’re shaking,” he says, holding one of Taylor’s hands in both of his.

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m a little unsettled by us not caring about a gigantic blood stain in the middle of the room,” Taylor says.

“Norm said we could move it,” Scary chimes in, standing too.

“We can’t move it!” he screams, and he thinks he hears a small ‘what’s going on’ from far away, but he’s not sure. “Do you even remember what happened here? That’s my fucking dad’s blood! We’re not just going to shove this rug in a closet and forget about it. I—I can’t fucking forget about it!”

Link is standing in front of him now.

“Taylor, breathe .”

Taylor thinks he might throw up. The blood isn’t fresh, but he can still smell it.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

And when he shuts his eyes, he just sees it again. His dad hitting his head, the portal shutting, cutting his body in half, his blood spilling all over the floor.

And the fire starting, and spreading and everything is too hot, and Taylor kneeling down next to his severed legs, and he can’t breathe, and he’s sobbing, and coughing, and everything smells of smoke—

“.. lor. Taylor. Taylor .”

Link.

Link is holding his face.

“Taylor, you’re burning!” someone else shouts.

Taylor’s eyes crack open ever so slightly, and he sees bright orange.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

He’s on fire.

Taylor screams. “Oh my god,” he gasps, “oh my god,” he gasps again, “oh my god—”

He’s opened his eyes wide now, hyperaware of his burning flesh. His lungs hurt from the smoke and he can’t get enough air in no matter how much he gasps.

“Taylor, you need to slow down,” Link says, still holding him, cool against his burning skin. “Look at me.”

“Mm—throat—throat hurts,” Taylor chokes out, feeling tears well up in his eyes but not slide down his cheeks. “Wha’s happening—”

A whine escapes him and he curls further in on himself.

“You’re having a panic attack,” another voice says. An adult.

Sparrow.

Taylor tries to plea for help, but all that comes out is a pathetic squeak.

Sparrow seems to understand, though, because she takes his hand and squeezes it. “It’s gonna be alright, Taylor, I promise. You just need to breathe.”

“Ca—can’t…” Taylor chokes out, shutting his eyes.

“Yes, you can, honey,” she says, “You can hear me, right?”

Taylor nods.

“Okay, I’m gonna count for you, and you’re gonna breathe in while I count, okay?”

Taylor nods again.

Sparrow starts counting, and Taylor tries. He sucks in as much air as he can and holds his breath for the rest of the count.

He thinks he hears her say to breathe out, and he does, maybe a little too fast, but he does.

Link is holding his other hand. His eyes are closed but he can feel it. Link’s hand is familiar. Cool. Safe.

Sparrow starts the count again, and he breathes in again, and Link’s ‘it’s okay’s in between are what he leans on as he does it.

He starts to feel the tears sliding down his cheeks now, and the cool air around him.

He opens his eyes, and the flames are gone, but his body hurts .

Well, it usually hurts. But it hurts a lot .

He’s sitting on the floor, too.

Link and Sparrow are across him, Normal is sitting to his left, Scary to his right.

Normal’s got a hand on his back while Scary has one on his shoulder. He doesn’t remember when they got there.

Taylor pulls his hands out from Sparrow and Link’s grips, and he reaches toward Link with his arms, body aching too much to lean forward.

Link gets the message and closes the space between them in a tight embrace. Taylor melts into him, letting hot tears fall from his face onto the fabric of Link’s shirt.

Taylor thinks he hears a flurry of apologies, but his head hurts too bad for him to even process it.

Taylor whines, and Link rubs circles into his back, soothing him with whispers of reassurance.

“I lied, I didn’t eat too much…” he mumbles.

“Do you want some pasta?” Sparrow asks.

“Later… ‘m so tired…” he whines, “…hurts…”

“I can turn the couch into a pull-out bed so you can lie down,” she says, and Taylor hums an affirmative.

Next thing he knows, Link is picking him up in his teary, sleepy state, and a few minutes later he’s lying down. When Link leaves his side he whines again, and then he’s back, holding him close, and Taylor falls asleep with his head buried in Link’s chest.

[ca-suffit]

Sam-reid reblogging posts from nalyra and accusing marius haters of having "surface level takes" is rich. She ignores everything about this blog (your blog which I love!) and deems to punish viewers for not being comfortable with a known pedophile rapist in a book. It's blogs like hers which make me glad to my bones that I'm not part of this fandom any longer. I get chills from the absolute hatred radiating from users like her and nalyra and oh the reciepts you posted about formerly Neilcfreak? I felt sick reading how she lashed out at that black fan who tried to explain to her about A03 and its policies. But sam-reid is a special brand of ignorance and cold indifference towards black fans and fans who have problems with certain areas of the books. She looks down on anyone who doesn't love every word of the books. If she's ok with grooming and rape more power to her; but she so arrogantly asserts that the ONLY reason someone might have problems with topics of RAPE AND GROOMING esp through a lens of pedophilia is because of surface level takes?!

Yikes. BIG YIKES. How someone can be so SURFACE LEVEL IGNORANT is frightening.

She seems to think only in fictional world terms because in the real world, rape happens frequently. Grooming happens daily. So for her to assert that the ONLY reason someone might have issues with a character is because of SURFACE LEVEL TAKES speaks volumes of what kind of human being she is.

Marius triggers victims of rape and grooming for very real reasons, as fiction tends to do, as reading tends to do. That's why we read, and that's why fiction affects us so DEEPLY. So while insensitive and callous racists like sam-reid use SURFACE LEVEL reasons to judge us, the rest of us will be over here, avoiding surface level jerks like sam-reid, on your blog as a safe place. ❤

hi and thank u for ur comment<3

Let me repost a link to the neilcfreak / gorrei / rei thing in case anyone needs to know the context, bcuz this is an important thing to know for ppl engaging with her. This just happened in 2023.

Anyway, I'm glad it feels safe here. I'm always happy to talk about this stuff or let ppl vent about it. The books *are* v triggering and most of the fandom will not talk about it, which doesn't help anyone tbh.

I'm gonna answer most of this under a cut bcuz of the topics, but let me clarify some stuff first. Anyone mentioned here is mentioned for a reason. There's been a real increase on complaints about sam-reid lately, so I hope she's rly paying attention and not just thinking everyone is saying this for no reason. Ppl get harmed when u have a big voice in the fandom and u say things like this and turn ppl against others who are more vulnerable than u, especially when it comes to real trauma issues? I'm gonna get into this more under the cut but just to clarify that this isn't some silly thing or personal bitching about someone for no reason. I don't have any thoughts about sam-reid as a person, idk them beyond posts here. But this same attitude is across all of the big fandom ppl and it trickles down to hurting everyone, which is a big reason why this account is even here.

(I posted these screenshots smaller together but they won't save like that so sry they post long like this)

I'd also like to say that monstersinthecosmos runs with the og white woman fandom bullies from before the show aired. The fact that the same usernames show up supporting each other all the time is never surprising tbh.

Anyway TW for trauma, CSA, abuse

Everyone handles trauma differently, so a lot of what I've seen from the fandom over the years is ppl who handle it like this ^^ insisting it's the only "correct" way bcuz they can't look at it any other way, yet or maybe ever. Since Marius is so tied to childhood sexual abuse, it's always made sense bcuz a) a lot of ppl read these books as kids and b) Anne Rice wrote things in a way that romanticizes abuse. If u have never looked at the characters and/or ur own abuse as an adult, then here we are. Everything is fiction, everything is fun, nothing needs to be "real." Bcuz abused kids disconnect from abuse that same way. Some ppl stay there forever.

I'm not shaming that either. U can't dictate how ppl move thru abuse and trauma. We all do what we do. Everyone who comes into the IWTV / VC stories however it happens prbly comes from trauma. It just sucks that Anne Rice inspired such a dogshit view of the world in ppl that a group that's already ripe for infighting (traumatized ppl) gets made worse bcuz she taught everyone to be loud and wrong and then louder and more wrong. Don't ever look at ur own actions, just shout ppl down!!

The reason ppl tend to dislike book ppl is bcuz nothing is ever discussed. There's this simultaneous mindset of "I'm v smart" but also "I'm never gonna talk in depth about anything." Everyone can see this but u can't ever get *them* to see it. Conversations are impossible. Then they constantly talk down on others like this to keep everything hostile. They have to be "right," so playing up as if their perspective is the only true one and acting as if criticism of Anne Rice or the books is "so mean" bcuz of misogyny or ppl lacking media literacy or "don't they know they're all monsters lol" is the only thing they know how to do.

Traumatized ppl don't like to feel stupid, ignored, and dismissed. These big voices don't come from nothing. A lot of the vampires in the books reflect real responses to trauma, both in their personalities and how they move around each other. We also reflect that. I wish ppl could learn from that more. Unfortunately, we're prbly always gonna be in two camps about it. That's why this fandom tends to remain small no matter how big anything gets. Those who want to speak more on these themes and explore abuse tend to leave, or at least leave a lot of public spaces, bcuz these ppl have set up to always take in new recruits and bully ppl in groups. They're a small number of fans tbh, in all reality, they just look bigger bcuz they work together to build that illusion. They don't individually have the strength to get attention on their own so they gather together to reference each other a lot, recommend each other to whoever (which has now extended to cast and crew as well), and get in more spaces. Then they get to feel more "important" and soothe all the childhood trauma of nobody noticing them then, but doesn't everyone notice them now? Except look at what u did to get there. They don't care tho, everyone they've stepped over is just a "hater" or w/e.

This is why it's crucial to examine these characters and then reflect on urself too and ask if maybe ur the fucking villain sometimes. The answer will surprise u!

[papaziggy-devblog]

WE CAN ASK THE KILLER QUESTIONS?? OKAY KILLER CAN WE FUCK??? CAN WE GET THE KILLERS NSFW APPHABEY??? JOENNSD

WE'RE DOING THIS UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THE KILLER ISN'T JUST GOING TO UP AND KILL U

IDK MAYBE IT'S THEIR DAY OFF OR SOMETHING?

IDFK

ITS UNDER THE CUT U HEATHENS

A = Aftercare: If they don't fuck u till your unconcious and just dip after, you get being held very posessivly and words of affermation… but like… dirty ones

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Your skin.. it looks very soft… great for stabbing

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) They're gonna make sure you both cum a lot, to the point you're both shaking

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) IDK MAYBE THAT THEY'RE THE FUCKING KILLER? WHATS WRONG WITH U ALL??? (I'm kidding I luv u all<3)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Experience killing? A lot

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Doggy, your face on the ground, their hand on ur back holding u down

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Maybe with the dirty talk a little if u banter back

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Shaven, you think they're gonna risk leaving behind DNA? Dummy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Intimate in a rough and posessive way, they're making sure u know you belong to them

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Idfk, prolly a lot?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Knifeplay, bondage, pred/prey, creampies, overstimulation

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Out in the woods probably??

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Seeing u helpless

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Ageplay, scat, watersport, bestiality, ect… Even killers have standards

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Prefers to recieve, decent at giving

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Rough, either fast or slow, doesn't matter so long as they hear you scream

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) They like them, convienient

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Well they're a MURDERER So I THINK they'd be fine with some risk

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Lots, you're probably gonna end up being fucked till u pass out

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) NOT THE GOOD KIND PROLLY???

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) A lot, they'll make sure you're begging

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Grunts and groans, lots of extra rought dirty talk, expect to be taunted

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) IF you manage to actually seduce them they'll probably kidnap u instead of killing you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) …. Nice try .w.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) High, congrats u worked them up now u gotta deal with that

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Will NOT fall asleep before u

[s1llysmut]

hello! i love ur blog :) could I request Rosie's nsfw alphabet? ( reader is female)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind I tried to make this more of a gender neutral reader so I don’t have to write a second nsfw alphabet for her.

NSFW alphabet for Rosie

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s so caring. She practically mothers you. She gets you anything you want or need all while praising you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite body part on herself is her teeth obviously. Her favourite body part on you is your neck. Teeth + neck.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She licks up all of your cum. She genuinely finds it delicious. Hell, if you let her, she’d put it into food or drinks.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She doesn’t keep any secrets from you honestly.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s fairly experienced. She’s been in hell for quite some time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where she has easy access to your neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A good mix of both.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She keeps it trimmed but it’s mostly natural and white.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She’s very intimate and romantic. She loves you and what better way to show it?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t. If she wants pleasure she comes to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blood play, biting, and sadism.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom only. Shes traditional.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing your blood, smelling you, kissing you, tasting any part of you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She will not involve another person in the bedroom. She also won’t be okay with you degrading her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She much prefers to give it. She’s a cannibal, you think she’s gonna give up a chance to taste you while pleasuring you?!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She’s mostly slow and sensual. It’s not often that she gets fast or very rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t really like them but if you really wanted one she’d try her best.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She will take risks depending on what they are and how badly you want to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can last 2 or 3 rounds typically.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She doesn’t own any toys. She’s old fashioned.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only a bit just to hear you whine a little.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s pretty loud and vocal. She’s praising you practically the whole time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She will give you oral for hours on end just to taste you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Medium sized ass but bigger boobs. Mommy vibes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average probably. A few times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as you’re content and asleep in her arms.

[bobgongo]

Whilly & Bunber (part 1: Weird Tree)

hi!!!!!!! welcome to my silly story about a cat and a pigeon who go on adventures, idk where it will lead but i plan on contributing to it consistently. im 100% open to critiques feel free to be as genuine and harsh as possible. or just turn ur brain of and enjoy the silly adventures idc :)

Orange is an unnatural color to see on a pine tree. Yet here it was, a bold shimmering patch of bright orange splattered on a trunk. Was it juice? The way it glistened as Whilly shifted his head made it appear as if it was a wet splotch of paint; yet, when he reached out to feel it, the texture was nothing like you'd expect... or maybe everything you'd expect, if you're the type that's used to trees with strange patterns.

"...It's dry?" Whilly's bulbous, yellow eyes seemed to somehow grow even larger with this question-- glistening as if in mimicry of the patch's unnatural sparkle. "This isn't a splatter, this is some kind of mark! Look at that sparkle! When have you ever seen anything like this, Bunber?"

Bunber stood on Whilly's head, anxiously shuffling in place. "Wow! Dry, I wouldn't have guessed." The irritable bird barely bothered to get a glimpse of the orange mark. His eyes-- sunset red and jutting out the sides of his head-- were saving their focus for the darkening woods that surrounded them.  His head was jolting to and fro, maximizing for a full 360 degree view of the menacing trees and shadowy shrubs.

Whilly's focus didn't budge, instead he hesitantly sniffed the tree: sap, dirt, nuts... nothing unusual. Often a lack of clues might lessen curiosity, however in Whilly's case this only fuels his questions. "Bunber, It's apart of the bark! None of the other trees are like this." To say Whilly was in awe would be accurate; however, when you get to know him (as is the unfortunate case for Bunber) you'd soon learn his face is just always like that. A curious cat with yellow fur that glows like sunshine, Whilly craves excitement like its candy; and when you're Whilly, excitement can come from the most peculiar of places.

"Must be a weird tree." Bunber finally gave it a glance, his low expectations met.

"A weird tree," Whilly agreed, "or a normal tree hit with a weird substance." He finally ripped his eyes away from the tree and started looking around, searching for a similar mark. Sunset had turned to dusk, and with it Bunber's tolerance to impatience-- and Bunber considers himself a patient pigeon for what he has to deal with. It's not easy being all fluffed feathers and calm coos when you have to ride the shoulder of a hyperactive feline. A predator, by the way, who bares his teeth far too often than what should be comfortable for a ground-dwelling bird such as Bunber. The life of a pigeon is a fearful one; Bunber is lucky to have been blessed with his dark blue plumage, which camouflages himself well with the night and is likely the only reason he's somehow still alive at the ripe age of 5. Ripe for being swallowed up by an Owl, that is.

With a grunt, Bunber left Whilly's shoulder and flew in front of him onto a near branch, putting Bunber the closest he'd get to an eye-to-eye conversation with the erratic cat. "Whilly!" Whilly's ears flattened as he made eye contact, frozen mid-step. Bunber straightened his posture as he continued. "We are not out here to learn about the local plant-life. And the more time we waste looking for a shelter, the closer we'll get to learning about the local wildlife too." Bunber notched his head clockwise for a quick glance behind him, the volume of his lecture then tastefully lowered to an angry whisper. "Maybe you're excited to learn about this place, but I personally don't care for a lesson on the digestive tract of a hawk."

Whilly's frozen position melted with giggles. "Aw, come on, Bunber." He stuck out his arm for Bunber land on. Bunber stiffly accepted this offer, climbing back onto Whilly's shoulder. "You're not gonna get snatched up by any dumb bird on my watch. Have you seen me pounce? I eat hawks for breakfast!" Whilly's claws glistened in the moonlight as he pounced forward, slashing an imaginary foe and sending up a flurry of leaves.

Bunber batted away a stray leaf with his wing. "You eat sparrows," Bunber corrected, his voice growing weak, "and, yes... I've seen you pounce." He gulped. 

Whilly laughed loudly at this as he continued deeper into the dark woods. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, Bunber!" Whilly ruffled the feathers on Bunber's head until the pigeon's tiny face almost doubled in size. Whilly laughed even harder at the sight of the spiky tuft he'd created. Bunber did not.

next >

[loverlane]

was about to scream when i didn't find ur blog when i typed in the url but i just forgot a letter...... i'm so stupid............. turns into a blob from despair. BUT BUT ELISE I CAME TO YOU TODAY bc i was gonna read the new jjk chapter but when i opened the website i use i saw a new hq chapter released...... which i thought i was losing it but i forgot THAT FURUDATE WROTE A SIDE STORY !!!!!!!

kenma.......... baby........ sobs look at him

furudate's art style has definitely changed, it feels ridiculous to say but i SEE IT i swear i do (to think i still notice after all this time without rereading...) his little :< AND HIS RED NOSE FROM THE COLD. in this side story kenma also does on about the match after they lost to karasuno and even then he still hates the thought the match continuing cause he's so tired. (put him to sleep, tuck him in blankets)

THE LIL "NOYA!!" GAAAAAHHH i miss the way their faces are drawn it's so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

on a final note. meow. that's all i have to say. his hair looks so fluffy, it's so different from high school where it looks like he got electrocuted.....

that's all for my quick report on the new chapter THE MOVIE'S RELEASING SOON i'm gonna need to reread the arc it's covering (i think it's the trash dump showdown) anyway sending kisses <3

(if this doesn't send i will kill myself and send tumblr a letter from the other side)

omg don't worry about me deactivating I will never do that!! even if I'm a little (read: a lot) inactive

AND RIGHT!! THE SIDE STORY!! can you believe we're getting new haikyuu manga content in the year 2024?? That's so fucked up

I'm fucking losing it at getting to see nekoma together again, like those are my little BABIES!! my favorite team always and forever, even if seijoh competes, I'm just so glad they're all together and happy like it brings tears to my eyes

And I kind of see the slight change in art style!! I'm sadly not a manga girl but I own some volumes of haikyuu (I like to look at pictures) and I do see it a little! The red noses are so fucking cute it's taking me out; kenma has every right to be tired too cause holy shit that match?? Yeah I'd take a 12 hour nap after

Also them laughing together despite losing the match, do they know they're my whole world??

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT ADULT KUROO'S HAIR?? he finally learned how to tame it and though I've always loved his little bird nest, he's even cuter when it's a little under control, like u know what you weirdo I understand why you were always my favorite