#I tried to show their hair a bit different idk if people will notice so yes it was intentional
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Same face, four different lifetimes apart.
#art#illustration#doctor who#dw#tenth doctor#fourteenth doctor#doctor who fanart#doctor who tenth doctor#ten#david tennant#ANOTHER DAVID TENNANT#I tried to show their hair a bit different idk if people will notice so yes it was intentional#my art
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test drive nothing
summary: Your date is a fucking asshole so you find two lovely men who are willing to make it up to you.
pairing: matt murdock x male reader x peter parker
word count: 3.2k
warnings: 18+ warning, alcohol use, some rude guy at a club, threesomes, top!matt, top!peter, bottom!reader, gay sex, semi-public stuff a bit, eiffel towered reader iykwim
a/n: sorry for the delay didnt feel good for the past few days, anyway i hope yall like this idk what i was doing with this but if you liked it interractions are very much welcome and appreciated.
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gif credit for peter & matt
Heat rose up from your toes to your head. Music blasting from speakers left and right, neon streams of strobing light lit the dark room. People dancing around and drinking. It’ll be fine, you thought. It was your first time in this club, a Grindr match invited you here so you could hang. You were scanning the room for him, his pic showed a lean man with blonde hair and blue eyes on a beach in California.
You here? You messaged him. Well, you’ve been messaging him the same question for the past hour, no response. Your cheeks turned red from the anxiety. You nape, turning stiff and sore.
“Hey,” an arm caresses yours. It was him, he was wearing a black tank top tucked into cargo pants. “So, you ordered a drink?” You shook your head, he called on the bartender and gave you a drink suggestion. Since you weren’t much of a drinker you went with his choice, vodka martini.
The two of you talked for a few minutes, catching up on typical first date things. You found out that he was a doctor for MetroGen, he liked hockey, and he has a pet dog. He was now a few inches from you, his breath reeking of alcohol, his light blue eyes piercing yours. He tried to inch closer to you, to kiss you. Feeling like he was being too fast you pulled back.
“Maybe we should go dance?” you asked, standing up from the bar stool. He reluctantly agrees. You gesture to the dance floor. The two of you walk towards the building crowd. You were bumping onto bodies left and right. You were holding your drink, trying not to spill it. A man with brown hair bumps into you, you almost spilled the drinks from the tight space. He told you he was fine and left smiling. You thought of his face, it felt familiar.
“Hey you coming?” your date says, starting to dance. You joined him, slowly feeling into the fast beat of the music. He places an arm at your lower back. Your hands to his shoulders. Your hips moving left and right. He stares at different men passing you by, his gaze on them rather than you.
You see a guy wink at him and he winks back. You thought he was just friendly, he seemed to be the type. He knew people in the club and he’d greet them left and right. You felt isolated. You look around, people dancing and laughing, it suffocates you. Your hands started to jitter around the glass, you almost felt it slip.
“I think I’m gonna go—” you gestured for the restroom. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back. His arm wrapped tightly across your back. His grip was firm, he reeked so bad of alcohol you hadn't noticed he was actually so drunk from earlier. “Please, let me go. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
He starts to initiate a kiss. You push him away, he doesn’t budge.
“Come on now babe, we haven’t had much fun yet,” he whispers to your ear, you cringe from his disgusting tone. A hand pulls his arm away. The weight lifted off of you.
“He said let go, man,” someone says, it was the brunette from earlier. Your date shrieks from the man’s grip. You see his fingers almost crush his wrist. His brown eyes were stern, his brows furrowed.
“Piss off! That’s my date,” he tries to reach for you. The brunette pushes you aside gently, blocking you away from him. Your date pushes the brunette, taunting him. He tries to take a punch toward the man protecting you, he blocks it. The guy tried to lunge further, to take the brunette by the collar and slam him. You see the brunette clutch his fists, his nails burying in his palms. Too bad for your date the bouncer came in and ushered him out. He went out screaming and cursing.
“You okay?” the brunette said. He gestured for you to go back to the bar and grab some water.
“Yeah, fucking prick,” you said soothing your wrist before taking a sip of ice cold water. The shock releases your skin of all the tension. “Knew that app was a hell hole.”
“Met him from Grindr, huh?” he asked, you nodded reluctantly. Now that you were far from the strobe lights and all the different colors you could see his face clearly. You had seen his face before, not from earlier, but from somewhere years ago. Your face contorted to a confused look.
“Have we met before?” you asked,he smiles.
“Must be the glasses, ditched them years ago.” He points two fingers to his eyes.
“Oh my god from high school! I know your name I swear,” you tried to search your brain for a name, or the first letter at least.
“I bet you a million dollars you won’t remember my name, not really a popular guy in high school,” he chuckles. He takes a sip of coke, his arm resting on the bar counter. You close your eyes trying to search for the name.
“Peter Parker!” you shouted. “Venmo me a million dollars right now."
“Well give me your number so I can send it,” he takes out his phone. You smiled, you took his phone and typed the ten digits. “I’ll send it to ‘ya when I win the lottery.” The two of you laugh.
“Wanna dance?” you asked.
“You sure?” he said, looking confused.
“Yeah, can’t let one man ruin my night right?” you started backing up towards the dance floor. He was hesitant at frist, following you he takes your shoulder to guide him.
The two of you started to dance. The lights flood your eyes with different colors. You asked if you could put your hands on him, he nodded. You rest your hands on his shoulders. He asked the same question, you nodded as well. You guided his arms around your waist. He was gentle about it. The pressure was so light it felt like nothing.
You placed a hand on his handsome face, pushing his hair aside. “Do you want to kiss me? I think you wanna kiss me?” he whispered.
“You want to bet another million dollars on that?” you laughed.
Your lips meet, his soft lips warm on yours. He was everything the man earlier was not. Each step he asked for your consent. His hands were light on your body. His kiss was slow and gentle. He was simply a nice guy.
He told you that he forgot to mention he was actually meeting with a friend. You got shy thinking he was on a date and you now ruined it but he assured you it was just a friend. A few minutes of chatting led to the two of you laughing at each other’s jokes. It was around midnight already.
Peter called for someone behind you, you turned to see who it was and it was a man a bit older than him. He wore a black suit and a white shirt and he wore these ruby colored glasses. He was an attractive man, his mouth smirked as he waved at Peter.
“Hey, this is my friend Matt,” Peter says to your ear, the music almost making it inaudible. Matt smiles as Peter introduces you to him.
“Sorry for being late, work stuff,” you noticed his eyes behind the glasses focused above your head, never going your way. He’s blind, Peter mouths at you. Oh. Peter told you two to get to know each other as he gets more drinks.
“You from Midtown?” you asked.
“Hell’s Kitchen actually, I’m a lawyer,” he says. You told him about how you met Peter in high school.
“Oh, hence the corporate get-up, I dig it” you said, he laughs, his cheeks showing off his dimples.
Peter came back with three shot glasses. He hands you and Matt one. He offers a toast and the three of you bring your glasses to a clink. You down the shot, the liquid burning your throats. And the three of you took another shot, and another, and another.
You tap Matt’s shoulder gently. “Let’s dance some,” you say to him.
“Oh no, I don’t dance,” he puts the shot glass down. Waving his hands with hesitation.
“That’s not true, I saw you once!” Peter said, Matt pressed his palm on his mouth and made a shushing sound. The three of you were laughing hysterically.
“Oh come on do it for me,” you dragged the words. He loosens his tie and joins two of you.
Peter’s arm was around your shoulder as the two of you danced to the beat, your hips swaying. You held onto the hem of Matt’s sleeve pulling him in. He awkwardly tries to dance with the two of you. It was cute, you thought. Peter was now behind you, your back pressed to his chest. Matt playfully guided your hands to his shoulders, moving his body left and right. It was out of beat but it was the thought that counts.
Maybe it was alcohol, or the moment, or the fact that there were two very attractive men dancing with you, but you started to feel something. Like heat rising to your cheeks in a good way, your knees feeling weak. Peter placed a kiss on your nape. You ushered yourselves closer to Matt. Peter’s hand went to Matt’s waist pulling him into you.
Matt placed his arms in your waist, light but stern. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You could smell him, like sandalwood and musk. “You could ask him if you want to. I won’t mind,” Peter said, as if being able to read your mind.
“Can I kiss you?” you asked Matt. Your mind completely focused on the two men with you. Matt giggles and places a kiss on your lips. Peter’s kiss was soft, Matt’s was more heated, like his thick lips were sucking you in.
“So you two do this a lot?” You pointed at Matt and Peter.
“Only if the guy is cute.” Peter said.
“But the two of you?” you chuckled. Peter placed his hands on Matt’s cheek, whispering something in his ears. Matt nods and Peter places a kiss on Matt’s lips.
“That wasn’t too bad. Can’t believe we haven’t done that before Matt," he pats his back.
“Maybe we can take this party to my place?” Matt said. You looked at Peter, who was also looking at you. You both tell Matt yes. “Let me go get a cab.”
Now outside, Matt was hailing for a cab. The streets were cold. Peter wraps his arms around you. Body heat, he says. You go on your tiptoes to kiss him again. More feverish this time. You could feel his hardness press on your waist. “Sorry, I couldn't wait, this is so hot.”
Matt arrives, his brows raised in disbelief. A cab waiting for the three of you. Matt tugs on Peter’s collar and shoves him to the front seat. “You sit there and watch.”
You and Matt continue to make out in the back seat. His shirt was now untucked from his waist. His tie was long gone and his shirt opened a bit. He places soft wet kisses to your neck making you moan. The two of you could care less about what the cab driver thought.
Peter looks at the two of you from the rearview mirror, the erection in his pants stirring. He palms the damn thing. He really could not wait.
Matt’s hands came to your thigh, your hands peeking through the hem of his shirt, you could feel his bare skin, all warm and hard. The car slowed, you’ve arrived at Matt’s apartment. Peter pays, you and Matt hurrying to the front door. “Hey wait up!” Peter yelled.
While Matt was fumbling to get his keys Peter pulled you to him. “I’m starting to get jealous here,” he whispers.
“I want you both, so fucking bad.”
“Then you’ll have us,” he cups your face and kisses you again, his tongue meeting yours. His hand comes to your lower back, playing with the hem of your pants. His fingers slowly going underneath the fabric.
The door unlocks. “Door’s open, you two,” he takes his suit jacket off.
The three of you were undressing in Matt’s living room, stumbling from getting rid of tight shirts and long pants. You stare at their bodies both scarred, Peter was lean but still muscular, while Matt was more bulky. Their erections form tents in their boxers.
Peter sat down on the sofa, gesturing for you to sit on him. Matt sits next to him. God they were a sight. You ride Peter’s thigh. Your hands palming his torso. Peter touches your sex, you were also so hard. You whisper to Peter that you’d like to suck him off. He curses and nods.
You go down on your knees, pulling his boxers with you. His long cock springs up, the head a bright red. He points the tip to your lips, you give it kitten licks, the sensitive head throbbed from the motion.
Matt started to palm his boxers as you sucked Peter off. Your hand wanders to his hairy thighs. Matt releases his cock, it was shorter than Peter’s but still pretty big, what Peter lacked in girth Matt showed off more. You started to stroke his cock, your mouth still on Peter’s. The two men moaned, their eyes closed and their heads held back.
“Fuck you’re so good,” Peter coos. He takes you to sit on the couch, he goes down on his knees to pleasure you. With his mouth to your cock, Matt went on to leave kisses to your neck, his hand on Peter’s head, pushing him deeper. You moaned so much from it. Your hands go to Matt’s cock, now leaking with precum.
“I want to fuck you,” Peter said. You asked where the bedroom was and Matt led the two of you to his queen sized bed. Matt sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, you crawled to him and took him in your mouth, the girth filling your warm mouth. Peter massages your ass from the back. Matt jerked his hips making you choke a little, you moaned, your throat vibrating on Matt’s cock. “Moan louder pretty, Matt likes it a lot.”
Peter takes your underwear off. He parted your ass and began to lick in your hole. You moaned on Matt’s cock, he shuddered from the sudden wave of pleasure; he brushed his hand through your hair. “My god sweetheart you’re too good at this.”
You felt Peter’s shaft tapping against your whole. “Condoms?” he asked. Matt gestured for the bedside table. Peter went on to get them. You released Matt’s cock to look for him but he pulled you into a kiss.
“Peter’s gonna go first, is that okay?” Matt asked in between kisses. You nodded. Peter returned with condoms and a small bottle of lube. He places the condom on his cock, stroking it after with lube.
“‘You ready?” you nod. Peter slowly presses the tip to your whole, the tight muscle contracts around the head making it tighter.
“Relax for me baby,” Peter coos, rubbing his hands on your back. He fully sheathed himself in you. You felt so full and so good. Peter fucking you while your mouth was on Matt’s cock, it drove you crazy. Peter pulled you to his chest, one hand to your cock while the other teasing your nipples. Matt went to your cock and placed small licks to your shaft, precum dripping from your tip. Matt took you in, your cock hitting the back of his throat as Peter pounded you. Matt choked but kept going.
“You sound so good taking Peter,” Matt said, his lips swollen red. Your hands brushed through his hair. Peter fucked you so sensually any trace of stinging alleviated from your body. There was fluidity to the way he moved, like a dancer or a gymnast, all steady movement but still so graceful.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Peter groaned.
You felt so close too. Your rhythm became erratic, more lazy and inert. He let out a few more thrusts, emptying inside you. You came on Matt’s lips. Your chest heaving, Peter gave you a kiss on your temple, whispering praises.
Matt wiped his lips, licking your cum and sucking on his fingers. “My turn,” Matt guided your back to the bed. He took your legs and placed them on both sides of his hips. His cock leaking with pre, he takes the condom packet and places a rubber on him as well, lubing it after.
You still felt weak from Peter, who was now cradling you in between his legs, your back to his. He is laying down with his back to the headboard resting for a bit. Matt slowly pressed himself into your hole, you groaned. Peter whispered words of comfort to your ears, brushing his hands through your hair as Matt moaned to the feeling of your hole around his cock.
Matt peppered you with kisses. His hands snaked around your body feeling every bit of skin, his fingertips tracing every crevice and every groove, every bit of fat and muscle. He looked so good, hips thrusting while his dark hair stuck to his forehead drenched in sweat. His mouth agape as he cursed, calling for God's name.
Peter’s hand went to your cock, now soft and a bit sore. He traced his fingertips on the wet slit, the sensitive tip made you writhe from the sensation. A few moments later you began to harden again. Peter spat on his palm and stroked your cock after. Your eyes closed from all the pleasure.
You felt your spirit lift from your body. These two men were bringing pleasures to your body you hadn’t known existed. You felt as if your body were ascending to heaven for a second there.
Matt bent down to give you a fevered kiss. Peter squeezed himself to the kiss. The three of you sharing your tongues and lips. Matt’s stubble pricked your cheeks but it didn’t matter. You felt yourself near another orgasm. You were now a sobbing mess between these two. Matt fucked you harder, you felt his orgasm nearing as well.
“I’m gonna cum,” you cried. Matt said he was close too, whining your name. Peter pumped your cock until your eyes closed from the pleasure, your hands gripping onto the sheets, your toes curled. Matt’s erratic rhythm came to a stop as he emptied his cum in the condom. Leaving you both a moaning mess.
The three of you shared one last kiss before crashing onto the bed. Matt went to the bathroom to get you a wet towel. Peter peppered your temples with kisses, whispering praises. Matt came back with the towel and helped you and Peter clean up, he took extra good care with cleaning your behind.
After that, the three of you laid naked on Matt’s bed, drenched in sweat. You felt yourself drift off to the night. Your head to Matt’s chest and Peter’s arms wrapped around you.
You wake up to the sound of frying and the smell of cooked bacon. You found yourself tucked in Matt’s blanket, with your boxers on and Matt’s shirt on you. You stood up, your back aching, and went to Matt’s small kitchen. You found the two boys cooking breakfast. It was Matt who noticed you first.
“Hungry?” he asked, finishing off frying eggs. Peter noticed who Matt was talking to and smiled. He walked towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands on a plate of bacon and some toast.
You smirked, very.
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my headcannons for tamaki amajiki
an? i was projecting ... just a little bit tho. a little smidget🤏🏾. but he dont get enough content and im suing the mha fandom for this !! and i had to throw in some black hcs, it was inveitable request are open
- my husband
- you not finna sit here and tell me he dont got some corny jokes stuck up in his head. his best friend is MIRIO, i know he got some jokes floating around in that noggin, but he’s too shy to say them out loud in fear that: nobody gonna laugh or get the jokes. but on a rare occasion he tells mirio and neijere.
- if he knows he got to meet somebody new, like when he got intern for fatgum, he writes out what he wanna say and practices in his mirror for hours on end. one time mirio popped through the mirroir while tamaki was pratatcing and left with a broken nose.
- he snoops out all the spots where he could sneak off and hide at lunch or when he feelings overwhelmed
- if he doesnt like a certain type of food, he gonna find a way to make it taste better. so because of this he got some weird food combinations that are unappeling to the eye, but tatse soooooo goood. he brings his combinatons to fatgum so he could try them out and get feedback.
- most definitelyyyyyyy watches cooking shows with fatgum and kiri, once he’s comfortable enough. and he really gets into with the commentary. has a strange obsession with hell’s kitchen. he always get so into the show during the finale, planning out the restaurant desgins with the contestant and his menus too.
- relationship headcannons or wtv
- he stares at you doing simple things a lot. you could really be doing anythinggg and this man you be in a tranceee, because like how you, a star who sines so bright, be with him, he would never know.
- he a romantic. he always dreamed of sweeping or getting sweeped off his feet, and falling hopelessly in love. he got a list of romantic things he wants to do. and now that hes in a relationship its the perfect time to cross some things (hopefully all) off of his list. he didnt tell you about it you found the notebook while yall were studying in his room. without him knowing and took a picture off it so you could help it come true. (AHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YALL)
- one time he seen matching butterly pins and got them because he wanted to match with you.
- we all know this but, he very shy when it come to PDA. so expect a lot of lingering touches, locking pinkey, occaisonal hand holding if he feeling bold that day, tends to hold on to your cholthing/accessories because he doesnt wanna drift to far apart from you, and noticed when you startoing wearing things that were easier for him to grab and fell more in love
- but in private???? he’s a needy baby, greedy for some TLC. hes very shy to initiate it at first, but you could see the longing look in his eye and cuddle up to him. but once he comfortable enough he is start doing trying to inatate it.
- omg if you have piercings or tattoos or anything of the sort, you could always find hims absentmindedly messing with the piercing or lightly tracing the tattoo, if youre okay with it of course. and if you want him to
- isnt really good at comforting people with his words so he tries with his actions. so if you come to him sad he has this whole sections of things dedicated to making you happier in his closet.
- when you came through with a different hairstly (braids, a wig, change of color, haircut ect.) he was stuck. stuck. stuck. cause omg omg omg you look so good. poor baby is stuck stuttering out compliments. one time you asked him to take pictures during golden hour. babes ... why would you think he could do that idk buttt he tried and they all came out blurry, but a cute blurry
- loves loves lovessss putting oil in your hair !! it always leaving the room smelling nice and it seems to relax you so win win. loves watching you stretch your hair out too. its just so satisfying to watch you do your hair.
- he knew about some black foods from watching the shows, but he didnt know know until you cooked for him. baby wanted to get down on a knee and marry you after that first bite. now he always look forward to when you cook for him. but if you cant, you’ve got a great teacher to start learining how. he always wanted to cook with his s/o
#tamaki amajiki#bnha tamaki#mha tamaki#amajiki fluff#amajiki x black reader#amajiki tamaki x reader#amajiki x reader#my hero academia amajiki#tamaki amajiki headcanons#softy and mf fluffy#this is literally me husbanddddd#love at first sighttttt#ugh i miss him so much.#.mha sleep talks ��
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[difficult] ateez san
warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, strangers to idk, one night stand (?)
words: 1689
You weren't exactly waiting for someone, you just liked to go to the bar and drink alone, but you didn't mind if someone made you company. Of course, you were selective, if they were too creepy or not attractive (for you) you would ditch them.
But this handsome guy got his eyes on you, not caring you noticed. He had black hair, small eyes and broad shoulders. You smiled at him, letting him know it was ok to get close. But he took his sweet time, as if he was teasing you. You liked him.
And almost as if he was reading your mind, he walked to you when you were about to leave.
— It only took you 20 minutes, handsome. — You said, side-eyeing him.
— I like to take my sweet time. — You finally heard his voice. — My apologies, I'm San.
But you never gave them your name, they didn't need it. — I would say "my pleasure", but I'm afraid I'm already leaving. — You tried to push him with your hand. His chest was hard under your touch.
— I thought we were on the same page. — He said, holding your hand, keeping it on his chest and taking a small step to get closer. You chuckled, you were the one who is supposed to play with them, not the other way around. — Is there anything I can do to change your mind?
You turned your head, not finding the bartender to ask for the bill and finding an excuse to run. There was something in him that intimidated you, in a good way, but you didn't like that.
You suddenly felt his lips on your ear. — I don't like you not paying attention to me. — You bit your lower lip and looked back at him.
— I don't think you know what you got yourself into.
One of his legs sneaked in between yours and his free hand grabbed you by the chin. — I can say the same thing, and I would be more than happy to show you. Right here.
You didn't like the public, you would cringe just by the thought of people watching. But the bar was almost empty, and the people there were too drunk to even care. — We're not on the same page, then… San.
He smirked, and it looked like he was going to say something, but the bartender finally appeared.
You paid for your drinks and San for his before letting him guide you to his car. It was risky going to a stranger's place for a hook up? Yes, but it wasn't the first time.
And for a guy that lived alone, his house was clean. No dirty laundry thrown around, no dishes in different parts of the house. You were surprised how clean he was.
— Like it?
— You can't imagine how many guys can live with the smell of expired snacks and cheap soap.
— Well, at least I know I won't be part of that list. — San took off his jacket and got close to you. Your eyes were imerse on his chest.
— Where's your room? — You looked around. There weren't that many doors.
— That's a different level, baby. I don't see why you can be in my room if you won't even tell me your name.
— Ok. I don't mind the couch. — You walked towards the dark blue couch in his living room and sat down.
— There's no way I'm winning tonight, uh?
— You should've known since I waited for you to get close. — You started to get impatient, but you didn't beg.
San walked to you and grabbed your chin, making you look up. You immediately unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear.
— After we're done, I want to know your name. — But you didn't answer, already thinking of a way to leave before he could ask again.
You started by inserting his cock head into your mouth and gave it a little suction, making him throw his head back and brush your hair back with his fingers. You enjoyed his reaction a little too much, so without a warning, you then went real fast and as deep as you could for a couple of minutes, loving the way he growled. Your hand was massaging his balls, earning a hard pull on your hair. You then went back to the head and gave it another hard suck. At this point the grip on your hair was burning on your scalp, but you didn’t care. You licked his length all the way to his balls and back a few more times before going back and putting his cock back in your mouth and bobbing your head at a fast pace. your mouth started to suck hard. He was fighting the urge to buck his hips, he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Your eyes rolled back when he finally cummed in your mouth, it tasted really good. He pulled you from your hair when you didn't stop sucking him.
Your chin and neck were covered in drool, but he didn't care, he bent down so he could kiss you. You gave his tongue a hard suck before standing up and making him take your place. He admired you while you got undressed. He also finished taking off his under garments and started to open his shirt, but you stopped him.
It felt like opening a gift you've been waiting for so long. He had such an amazing body.
— Can I leave marks? — You asked, and he almost laughed.
— Only if we're going to meet again. — And in other circumstances you would've run, but you knew you couldn't miss this opportunity.
You got on top of him while kissing his neck and were so tempted to leave at least one hickey on his chest.
He was thick, and you hated yourself for a moment for not telling him to finger you. Maybe next time.
You moaned and looked at him, but he had his eyes closed, trying to not lose his mind. Your fingers on his chest made him focus on you.
— Are you going to show me what I got myself into? — You asked.
With his help, you were bouncing on him, grabbing the back of his neck for support. You never cared about being loud, and he seemed to enjoy it. San would whimper from now and then, squeezing your butt cheeks and letting them go.
You felt his lips on your right nipple up to your neck. You looked down and kissed him. Moaning in each other's mouths.
— Lay down. — San said over your mouth.
The pillows were so soft, you moaned when your back touched them. San smiled before inserting himself into you again.
Your fingers felt his abs and traveled to his back until they arrived on his shoulders. A specific hard thrust made you moan, and you didn't realize, but you dug your nails in a little. He didn't stop thrusting, knowing perfectly what he was doing.
— Only if we're going to meet again, baby. — San whispered in your ear.
— You're doing it on purpose. — Another moan interrupted you, not letting you insult him.
He grabbed your hands with one of his and locked them over your chest, squeezing in your boobs. If only you could slap the smirk off of his face.
The house was hot. You two were sweating. San finally let your hands go and you immediately grabbed his neck to kiss him.
— Where can I cum? — He asked, brushing the hair on your face.
— Don't pull out. — You barely said.
— What? — San was confused. You locked your legs around his waist and kissed him again.
And he would ask, but the burning feeling of your nails scratching the skin of his back sent him to extasis, cumming inside you.
After a couple of minutes, San checked you, thinking you fell asleep, but was glad to find you awake. — Are you ok?
— Can I use your bathroom? — He loved the way your voice came out. He slowly pulled out, making both of you sigh.
— Down the hallway, last door. I'll get you clothes. — He got up and walked to his room, letting the door open.
After getting yourself clean, you peaked your head out of the door. — San?
— Here. — He got out of his room with only pajama pants and some big shirt for you.
— Thanks. — You grabbed it and put it on.
His room wasn't messy, but it wasn't exactly clean. — This is why I didn't let you in. It wasn't in my plans to bring someone.
— You know I can call a taxi and leave.
— Don't you dare. — San grabbed you by the neck and kissed you hard. — I'll drive you tomorrow, now sleep.
— Oh, don't tell me you're going to sleep on the couch. — You laughed. He had to be joking.
He stopped his tracks and turned around. — Good night, baby.
You rolled your eyes when he closed the door. You looked at the bed and felt bad. It looked so comfortable. The room wasn't as messy as before and you mentally thanked him for cleaning.
It was late, but you didn't know exactly the hour. Your phone was in your jeans. God, but that meant to leave the bed. The door opened and you slightly raised your head.
— Morning, beautiful. — San got in his room and walked to the bed. You moved so he could lay with you, but he only sat down.
— What time is it?
— Passed midday. I already went for a run and came back. — He finally moved the blanket and lay down with you. — Are you hungry?
— Not really, I'm still tired, I don't know how you can have energy after last night. — You laid your head on his chest.
— I needed to distract myself from the beautiful nameless naked girl sleeping on my bed.
— Did it work? — You got your legs on each side of his body. His hands railed up his shirt on you, so he could massage your butt.
— Now who has energy after last night? — San laughed, grabbing the back of your face and kissing you.
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Saw this tag game on another post and thought I'd do it (idk if I've done it before, maybe something similar, but my answers will be different anyway)
1. Were you named after anyone?
Nope
My chosen name (Allister) however, is from a youtuber who has a very cool name and I stole it (Alasdair Beckett-King, very funny videos and he has great hair too). I adapted it a bit so people in Spain would at least have an idea of how to pronounce it at first glance (hopefully)
It has nothing to do with any Crowley (which I did not realize was a thing until recently), tho for a bit I named myself AJ like Good Omens Crowley, but I don't like how it sounds in Spanish...
2. When was the last time you cried?
Last month probably
3. Do you have kids?
No. And I don't want any. I don't dislike them, but it's not for me
4. What sports do you play/have you played?
Judo, karate and football (the indoors kind). All as a kid/teen. Now my brother and I walk every week day and go up and down stairs (when we remember...)
One day I want to try to go to a gym to get some muscle, but not too much, just a bit of definition. Also, I'd enjoy doing rock climbing, but not competitive climbing or anything like that
5. Do you use sarcasm?
Sometimes
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
Irl: the way they move their face and hands when they speak, which then I subconsciously use to recognize people, bc I'm a bit face blind
Online: the way they choose to express themselves
7. What's your eye color?
Gray/light blue on the outside and artichoke green/lime on the inside
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
I like both, but I'd rather watch a happy ending. For scary things I prefer to watch Markiplier's scary games videos
9. Any talents?
I'm VERY good at jigsaw puzzles
10. Where were you born?
East of Spain, by some of the best Mediterranean coasts 😁. I enjoy it here, but one day I'd like to live in the UK, at least for a bit, I think I'd like it there
11. What are your hobbies?
Listening to music, singing, making art (crafting, building, drawing, painting, writing, ...), watching media (shows, panel shows, youtube, twitch), video games (rhythm/dancing, platformer, puzzle... Also minecraft, powerwash sim, potion craft...), going for walks, exercise, learning languages (especially English)
If I had any good ones close, I'd go to theatres and museums too. And, if I had money, I'd travel. I'm also slowly learning about taking care of plants
12. Do you have any pets?
Not yet. I'd love to have dogs, cats, frogs, snakes... or anything really. I love animals. But I think cats and frogs would be the best fit for me, considering my personality and current lifestyle
I've always wanted a dog, but I've only had a turtle and a hamster
13. How tall are you?
1.63m or 5’3”
14. Favorite subject in school?
Biology and technology
15. Dream job?
Anything that pays me enough to be independent and let me do all my hobbies
Although, if I ever have the patience, base skill, and required mental fortitude, I'd go for general robotics and/or prop making (for film and/or theatre)
No pressure tags in no particular order (I tried to tag as many people as I could, but apparently there's a tag limit 😅):
@swamp-communism @they-thespian666 @strongsuits @skelesona @shinekittenace @yeetmewithachainsaw @rockium-z @gordonzola-ramen @vampireopossum @libraryfag @frostytheduck @tetostar @xyrnys @normalscientist @dolltwink @anxi0usgh0st05 @piersgender
@mettatonsass @sinfulauthor @flaretheidiot @sneebles-mcgee @pivotallemonade @aroace-genderfluid-snake @monstrousmaws @satanic-leaf @virtualunease @villowrose @handrazedsun @ceiltheoutcast @atroph1k @entropy-sea-system @abby-cat99928 @maroroque @galaxgay
@realyfroggyfrog @angrysheep @llamaflower @ultrabean @sea-salt-sky @queerestqueertoeverqueer @crowleys-queen @foolishlovers @cassieno @crowleys-hips @argylepiratewd @trianglebird4 @sugarplumanderson @underlilithswings21 @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @healingmyinnerteen
and anyone else that sees this, consider yourself tagged!
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Idk how many more ideas I have left in me lol
Request - König OR Rodolfo Parra x F! Reader [fluff]
Prompt/Idea - They're always writing poems/drawing stuff but they've lost inspiration. That's until they meet the reader on base or outside of the base, and immediately they begin to write/draw about them. The reader notices them and tries to talk to them, but they freak out and walk away, just for the art piece to fall out of their book. The reader picks it up and smiles
An Artist’s Muse
König x f! reader
I loved the idea of both so I may do another for Rudy. If this gets 20 likes I’ll do a Rudy version!
Sorry I have been inactive, I didn’t have any writing juice in me…. This is a short but sweet story. I changed it up a little bit because I didn’t read the full thing and I should’ve lol. I still think this is super sweet.
Warnings: none, fluff
Scenario: when König meets his girl for the first time, he gets the sudden urge to open his sketch book to draw.
Austria was a beautiful place with scenery that rivaled even some of the best locations anywhere else in Europe or America for that matter. König believed it wholeheartedly. This was his home where he grew up with his father and mother on their farm. He loved it here, though he hated the people of his town to some degree. But here he was sitting in another local area in a small café right outside of the main street. He was away from his obligations for a few months. He needed some time to recover and some time to rest. Just to be by himself.
One of his favorite past times was art. Growing up his mother sent him to an art school where he fell in love with art. He enjoyed doing a large variety of different things ranging from acrylic to oil watercolor and sketching with pencils and pens. He was a natural talent and everyone believed that he had a knack for it. He even entered a few of his pieces into a few contests and even one a little bit of prize money here and there. One might think that he would’ve chosen a path dealing with something in art for his career but he needed some thing else to channel his aggression, while art was a good way to relax, he still needed some thing else to fuel his mind.
As he was sitting, trying to think of some thing to draw, anything would be good at this point, he heard the door chime from where he was at his table. The café wasn’t usually busy at this time of the day but there were the occasional people that would be going back-and-forth ordering drinks or grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading off to another meeting or leaving to go do some thing. He didn’t like going during the times that were a little busy. As he took a sip from his coffee, he looked up to see a girl. This made him almost choke on his hot beverage, to him she was beautiful. Her hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders and her beautiful eye sparkled as she was trying her hardest to speak to the barista in his native tongue of German. It wasn’t good he wouldn’t lie but he could see the effort that she was trying. Thankfully the barista also knew English and help the girl out order her drink. König wanted to hide and not be seen. Out of all the days an angel had to land on this one particular afternoon.
The girl sat in a table next to a window across from him. She had brought a book to read and seems to be enjoying the hard cover. Inspiration hit him hard. Carefully pulling out his sketchpad once again, he began quietly working away every once in a while taking a quick glance in her direction just enough to remember features before sketching more on the page.
She stayed only for an hour before getting up, finishing her coffee, putting it in the trash, and waving goodbye to the baristas. He wanted to go after her, to show her what he had done so far, but he knew that would be awkward for both of them. She might think that he was stocking her and the last thing he wanted was to startle her. He was now pretty grumpy about the whole thing. All he wanted to do was to give her his drawing of her and hopes of asking her if she wanted to grab coffee soon, but now his chances were ruined because he didn’t have the courage to ask. He groaned and lightly hit his head against the table. He hated his social awkwardness, he always did. He just wanted the courage to go up and ask her.
Sighing, he picked up his equipment and put them back into his bag before he to finish this coffee and left for the day. As he walked out, he wanted to see if he could spot her anywhere on the street, but it was like she vanished. There was no trace of her. Cursing to himself quietly, he made his way to his car to head back to his families homestead.
3 weeks later
It has been three weeks since König had seen her and he finally lost hope in her coming back. Once again, he was sitting at his favorite table trying to come up with some idea to sketch some thing else outside of this memory of this mysterious girl. As he was about to give up, the door opened again and the same girl came back. She was talking to the barista about how she had made a trip to the capital city with some of her friends for school before ordering herself another cup of coffee and walking to the table where she sat last as she once again opened her book and began reading. König wasted in no time sketching out the finishing touches to her.
She got up to use the restroom and left her book open to the page where she was at. Taking in all of his courage, König stood up and with the paper in his hand, carefully placed it in her book where she was reading before hastily making his way back to his table hoping that the shadows hit him well enough for her not to notice. A part of him was praying that she would find him and talk to him and another part of him dreaded the idea of being caught.
When the girl came back she saw the paper and looked over it. A small blush formed over her cheeks as she quickly scanned the room for the person that could have done this. Her eyes landed on König, Who was fidgeting with his pencil sharpener, too nervous to look up. She closed her book and walked over to him.
“Did you do this?” She asked
König looked up and nodded shyly.
“It’s very beautiful.” The girl smiled, “Thank you for making me your muse.”
“O-oh no problem! You are very b-beautiful and I wanted to capture your radiance.” König Wanted to be run over by a truck. He sounded so cliché and stupid.
The girl blushed and gave a light laugh, “Well your not too bad yourself. I’m (y/n) by the way.”
“König.” He applied alittle to quickly and abruptly, but the girl didn’t seem to take notice of this.
“Conich?” She tried to say his name on her tongue.
“König.” He made the syllables a lot more clearer for her to hear.
“Con…Kön…ing…. König?” She asked looking at him if that was how she needed to say it.
The man grinned happily “Yes! Good!” He felt like there was a million butterflies just dancing around in his stomach. It made him happy and wanting to throw up all at the same time. Was this love? He felt at once a long time ago in his youth only to have it be betrayed on him.
“Well König, it was nice meeting you, your really good at this, you made my day…. Well I will see you around.”
“W-wait!” He stood up a little too fast making the table bump against his legs and the chair creek behind him. “Ummm…. I was wondering if you would like to grab some coffee sometime… if not I understand.” He couldn’t look at her directly. And fiddled with his hands as he was trying to come up with a sentence without sounding like an idiot or a creep.
(Y/n) just smiled and nodded “sure I would love too… tomorrow same time?” She asked.
“Ja… that would be good.” He nodded vigorously.
“Ok König I will see you tomorrow.” The girl blushed and walked back over to her table to finish reading her book with the paper in her hand. König practically collapsed back into his chair, he could hear his heart beating in his rib cage harder than it had ever beated before.
He got up after a little bit of calming himself down, to leave. He waved shyly back at (y/n) and she returned the wave smiling back at him making the tall man blush even more, as he made his way to the door. Once he got back into his car, he stared blankly at the roof trying to collect some thought that was flowing through his head that came up empty. Did he really just find a girl and was able to win her over with just a silly piece of art? Surely he couldn’t be that talented in doing that the only time he ever seen that happen was through films. He prayed to whatever was listening to him, that this would be the one for him, the one person who he had been searching for.
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chip
"Have you seen that guy? He is the definition of the most pathetic man. His hair gets all stringy and damp when he gets out of the rain like a stray cat. His eyes get really big and wet when he cries. He literally spent probably weeks without a shirt on because he wanted to show off his cool tattoos. Mans never understands what’s happening around him and it shows." "just fucking look at the man. he is haunted. he has so much rizz yet he has no bitches and only fishes. he would be bisexual if bizly wasn't a fucking coward and accepted he's gay for that fish. he's so pathetic and sad people leap to help him and also find him offputting. he literally got a curse for petting a kitty" "look at him. just look at him. gaze apon ye wet cat and despair he's the pinnacle of pathetic and if he doesn't sweep the entire competition without contest im going to pull an episode 15 with all of jrwiblr i swear to god" "Gets no bitches" "he is literally chip."
peter
"he is autism personified. look at him. his special intrest is rocks and he has a pet lizard named lizard and he was told him whole life that he was weird for being different and unique and that he would never amount to anything and yet he STILL fucks canonically. he gets married and runs away with rumi after become god killers together if he isn't the most pathetic pc to ever grace this podcast i don't know who is" "Legit this man’s whole character is being a wet cat man. A sopping rag if you will. A cringe fail guy who would so much as cry if you said anything remotely positive towards him and would agree with you if you said anything negative about him. He has the nerd boy loser swag with his lizard named Lizard and his rock knowledge and his multiple attempts at painting one blue mug. Peter Sqloint is THE pathetic boy of all time /pos" "Dude idk how to word things but im an expert on noticing how pathetic a character is and i dont actually have the patreon so idk how much he looses his patheticness as time goes on but did this guy not literally apologize for talking to some kid. Hes got a lizard and tried to get a singualr bit of food for that lizard and fuckin dropped it and idfk th whole first scene the way he acts the way he carries himself the way he speaks hes just too pathetic idfk how else to say it man" "He is THE pathetic jrwi character" "I mean. Duh."
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I mean it darling
Karen Sirko x Fem!Reader
✧.* requested by anon — could you write something with karen sirko where reader is a groupie and they start dating secretly? idk just rockstar gf vibes. please 🫶🫶
✧.* summary — You guys had met between shows, and since then your connection has been absurd, a unique passion and love.
✧.* warnings — none
✧.* word count — 4.4k
✧.* 🎹 — Karen's masterlist
✧.* mandy's notes — hey guys, how are y'all doing? I noticed a few days ago that I unintentionally removed the anonymous ask option, but I already adjusted it and everything is fine again. So if you want to ask anything, feel free
You don't remember when exactly you fell in love with rock, it was natural like the way you always liked to read something in the morning, like your body's muscle memory liking rock music and their bands was something implanted in you since you could remember. And you loved meeting new music stars, listening to different types of whatever band was coming up, it was impressive how easily you identified with each melody.
It didn't take long for you to get up the courage to go to all the shows of all the bands you knew and admired, at first the idea seemed crazy to people in your circle of friends, but you didn't care since nothing and no one gave you the feeling that music did. So it became easy to accept the life you led, it was something you loved, that brought you joy.
You still had in mind the first time you heard The Six live, it was sensational as well as the records passed, their energy was absurd, it was like feeling at the gates of heaven with every beat, note and chord. But that wasn't the only reason this day was so memorable, it was also the first time your eyes met hers.
You never intended to be interested or want something with someone in a band, but it was impossible not to think about how it would feel to have her around, she had an energy both onstage and off that it was impossible not to glaze over to her, the way she felt the music with her whole body made you want to understand more about her.
As the final notes of The Six's electrifying performance filled the air, you couldn't wait to get backstage and meet the band. With the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you navigated the maze-like corridors, hoping to find the way to the backstage area. However, in your excitement, you took a wrong turn and ended up in an unfamiliar hallway.
Feeling a bit disoriented but not willing to give up, you continued walking, hoping to stumble upon the right path. The backstage crew members hurried past you, their eyes focused on their tasks, and the distant echoes of the crowd's cheers served as a reminder of the party you were missing out on.
As you wandered down one corridor after another, your initial enthusiasm began to wane, and a hint of frustration set in. You knew you had to be close; the faint echoes of laughter and music could be heard in the distance. But every door you tried seemed to lead to another dead end.
Just when you were starting to feel a little defeated, you turned a corner and nearly collided with someone—Karen. Her blonde, messy hair was slightly damp with sweat, and she looked as vibrant and charismatic as she did on stage. You felt your breath go away as she crossed her arms looking curious at you.
"Can I help you with something darling?" You never imagined that her voice would impact you this way, it was like you became vulnerable out of nowhere.
You try to compose yourself while controlling the nervousness inside you. "Yeah, I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. I was trying to find the backstage area."
"I don't know if you can be here dear..." She opened a small smile that makes you shiver, she approaches you little by little. "How about I show you the way out and we can talk outside?"
It was an invitation to silence, a suggestion for something she was interested in since that time she noticed you in the crowd, as Warren made the call for the third song she glared at you, noticing the way your body moved with the music, with the adrenaline that seemed to emanate from you every time Billy hit a higher note. And that's where she felt attracted, since the first time you went to The Six concerts, wanting to know more about you, after all, it wasn't by chance that she bumped into you in that hallway.
You come to question what had made her interested in you as much as you were in her, but you wouldn't externalize that question when an opportunity like this was right there in front of you. Then you smile arching your eyebrows as you take in the beauty that adorns that woman.
"I think it's a great idea." You state, she just turns around expecting you to follow. So you do.
As you both sat there on the side of the street, the night's events playing in your mind like a beautifully chaotic melody, Karen's words lingered in the air.
"I've been watching you, noticed you're always here at our shows, I appreciate the support."
You took a drag from the cigarette, savoring the moment before speaking. "Your music is incredible. It's like each song touches my soul in a way nothing else can. I can't help but follow you guys wherever you play."
Karen's smile widened, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "That's incredible to hear. I've always felt that with music you know, I feel like it connects people in ways we can't always explain."
The conversation flowed effortlessly, with a newfound sense of openness between you. Karen shared stories about the band's journey, the struggles they faced, and the incredible experiences they had on the road. You, in turn, opened up about your own passion for music and the impact it had on your life.
As the night turned into the early hours of the morning, the street around you quieted, creating an intimate bubble where time seemed to slow down. Karen's presence felt like a warm embrace, and you found yourself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
"You know," she said, her voice soft and thoughtful, "I'm glad our music makes you and other fans feel like we do onstage, I feel like I'm doing my job right."
You nodded, gazing at her with admiration. "When I'm at your shows, it's like the world outside disappears, and all that matters is the music and the connection with the band. So yeah, you guys do an amazing job."
Karen reached out and gently touched your hand, sending a shiver of excitement through you. "I'm grateful to have fans like you. People who truly feel the music, who understand the heart and soul we pour into every song."
With each passing moment, you felt your connection with Karen deepening. It was more than just being a dedicated fan; it was a meeting of souls who found solace and understanding in each other's company.
"Will I see you often?," Karen said, her voice slightly softer now, "We're heading on tour soon, I'd love to have you around, get to know you better."
Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that Karen's feelings seemed to mirror your own. "I'd love that, I don't know if I'll manage to go in every show but, I'll do my best to catch you guys," you said through a laugh, she laughs along with you.
Karen's eyes held a tender gaze as she replied, "I mean it darling, I'd really like to get to know you better."
You can feel the chills down your spine, looking deep into her eyes, "Am I reading you wrong or I'm not the only one wanting a kiss here."
"I don't know how I could make it any more obvious." She whispers, moving closer to you.
In that moment, time seemed to slow to a standstill, and the world around you faded away, leaving just you and Karen in that quiet, secluded courtyard. The air was charged with electricity, and the chills down your spine intensified as she moved closer.
With her eyes locked on yours, Karen gently reached up to cup your cheek, her touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in, the space between you diminishing with every passing second. The anticipation was almost tangible, and you could feel the intensity of your mutual desire.
In that perfect moment, your lips finally met, and it was as if the entire universe aligned. It was a soft, tender kiss filled with the depth of unspoken emotions and the promise of something more. The world seemed to vanish around you as you lost yourself in the taste and touch of her lips.
The sweetness of the moment was juxtaposed with the passion that had ignited between you. The kiss deepened, as if you both had been yearning for this connection for a lifetime. Her fingers gently tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, and you responded with equal fervor, your arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her in.
Time became irrelevant as the kiss lingered, a dance of emotions and sensations, each of you expressing what words could never fully convey. It felt like the universe had conspired to bring you together, like destiny had carved this path for you to find each other.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and with eyes locked, you both shared a smile that spoke volumes. There was no need for words, for in that moment, you both understood that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary—a love that transcended time and expectations.
As the night gave way to the first rays of dawn, you both sat there, sharing an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend time and space. The world around you awakened, but in that intimate moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, entwined in a dance of emotions and music.
…
As the months passed, the secret romance between you and Karen blossomed in the shadows of the rock 'n' roll world. With every show, the anticipation of seeing each other grew, and you both found clever ways to steal moments together, hidden from the prying eyes of the band and the public.
After the concerts, when the other members of The Six would head to the after-party with fans and friends, Karen would discreetly slip away to meet you. You'd find secluded spots, like the same courtyard where your journey had begun, or even venture into nearby parks or alleys, where the city's neon lights served as a romantic backdrop to your stolen moments.
"I missed you," Karen would whisper as she wrapped her arms around you, the scent of sweat and adrenaline still clinging to her from the show.
"I missed you too," you'd reply, your heart fluttering with excitement.
In those hidden spaces, you felt free to be yourselves, expressing love and affection without fear of judgment or prejudice. The world outside may not have been ready to accept the love between two women openly, but here, in each other's arms, you found solace and acceptance.
Sometimes, you'd join the other groupies, pretending to be just one of them to spend more time with Karen. You'd chat with the fans, enjoying the shared love for The Six's music, but you always kept your eyes on Karen, stealing glances that held more meaning than any words ever could.
The nights were filled with laughter, music, and the thrill of being together, even if it had to remain hidden. You'd hold hands under the table, the touch sending shivers down your spine, while you navigated the conversations with other fans, always careful not to reveal too much about your true connection.
When the rest of the band tried to flirt with you, Karen would subtly intervene, guiding the conversations away from dangerous territory. Her protectiveness touched your heart, knowing she cared enough to keep your love shielded from anyone who might not understand.
One night, as you both stood together, gazing at the starry sky after a show, Karen whispered, "I wish we didn't have to hide, that we could be open about us."
You turned to her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I wish that too, but for now, I'll take these moments with you. They mean everything to me."
Karen smiled, her eyes filled with affection. "Me too. As long as we have each other, we can face anything."
And face it together you did. With every passing day, your bond grew stronger, your love deeper. You navigated the challenges of a hidden romance with grace and resilience, finding strength in each other and the music that brought you together.
As the tour took The Six to new cities, you and Karen discovered hidden gems, secret corners where you could escape to and savor your love. The memories you created were like precious treasures, etched into your hearts forever.
In the early hours of the morning, as you bid farewell to yet another show, Karen whispered, "I'll see you soon, my love."
"Count on it," you replied, a smile playing on your lips.
And as the tour continued, so did your love story, weaving through the fabric of time and rock 'n' roll, defying the conventions of the '70s. In the midst of secrecy and hidden affection, you found a love that was authentic, passionate, and true.
Together, you and Karen danced on the edge of the spotlight, finding refuge in the shadows, but always knowing that your love would shine brightly, like a brilliant star in the night sky, guiding you both towards a future where love would conquer all, even in a world that wasn't quite ready to understand.
As the months turned into a year, the intensity of your love only deepened. You became each other's confidantes, sharing your hopes, dreams, and fears. The trust between you was unbreakable, as you found in each other a safe haven from the pressures of the outside world.
There were moments when it became challenging to keep your relationship hidden. The other band members might tease Karen about her dedicated "groupie" or make jokes about your closeness, but she always handled it with grace and a wink your way, never letting the secret slip.
The stolen moments you spent together after each show became like a well-rehearsed dance. You knew exactly where to find each other, how to elude curious glances, and when to slip away unnoticed. The adrenaline rush of being together in secret only added to the intensity of your love.
On one particularly unforgettable night, Karen surprised you with a late-night visit to your hotel room after a show. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she slipped through the door, closing it behind her.
"I couldn't bear the thought of waiting until after the show," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Your heart skipped a beat as she moved closer, her breath mingling with yours. The room seemed to shrink, and the world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe.
In that intimate space, your love flourished, free from the constraints of the outside world. You reveled in the moments of tenderness, affection, and passion you shared, knowing that these stolen moments were a testament to the strength of your love.
Yet, as much as you cherished these secret encounters, there were also times when you both yearned for more. You dreamed of a world where you could walk hand in hand, where your love wouldn't have to hide in the shadows.
But for now, you found solace in each other's arms, in the music that
had brought you together, and in the knowledge that, no matter the challenges, your love was real, pure, and boundless.
As the '70s gave way to a new decade, you knew that the world was slowly changing, becoming more accepting and open-minded. And while the road ahead might be filled with obstacles, you held on to the hope that one day, you and Karen could stand proudly together, in the spotlight, as the love that had defied the odds and flourished amidst the music that brought you both joy.
For now, you took comfort in the stolen moments, in the secret smiles, and in the knowledge that, despite the world's limitations, your love was a force to be reckoned with, strong enough to weather any storm.
…
But then the tide came in, and you guys were flooded with the bad news, Billy was going into rehab and they were going to stop touring. It was a shock to everyone, they were finally getting everything they wanted and like a roller coaster they were rapidly going downhill.
It was a nightmare for everyone, would they be forgotten? What would it be like to go back to square one after so much effort to get here? That wasn't the only thing on their minds, but concern for Billy was evident as well.
You feared what would come from now on, the tour ended… How would things be between you two now? You were afraid it was an impolite question, that it wasn't the right time to think of the two of you as a priority, so you didn't say anything about it, you just stayed there with her as long as she needed to.
"This is so frustrating." She utters after a while in silence, you stroke her fingers, then kiss each one in comfort. "I can't believe this is all happening right now, I really thought it would work out, you know?"
You kiss the top of her head which rests in your lap, then stroking her blonde strands. "I understand, it must not be easy, but I guarantee you that you will get through it. And you're not alone, I'm with you... If you want me to, of course."
She can feel the insecurity emanating from your vocal cords in this line, sitting up to look into your eyes as she cups your face in her hands.
"This between the two of us is not something of a moment, at least not for me…" You didn't know you needed to hear this so badly, your body relaxes when she says it, as if a weight is lifted off your shoulders. "I don't want this to end either."
You approach her kissing her lips tenderly, she reproaches with urgency and need, as if you are the only thing right in her life right now.
"You won't get rid of me that easily." You rub your noses fondly, kissing the spot of hers afterwards. "But... How are we going to do it now? Are you coming home to Laurel Canyon?"
She remains thoughtful, running through several alternatives in her head as she rests her head on your shoulder. "Maybe I could tell the boys... Camila just had the baby so any help is appreciated. You could move in."
You smile bigger than you expected, liking her offer, "Look at me evolving from groupie to girlfriend."
"Oh shut up! You know you've always been my girlfriend, there's nothing like that." She pulls you close, playfully kissing your face all over.
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You were carrying your things out of Warren's van and positioning them in front of the house, you didn't know if they already knew you were coming or if Karen had already explained the whole situation. The only person you were aware that knew about you two was Warren due to the day he caught you kissing in a dark corner of the party, he didn't leave you two alone, always having a question and curiosities until Sirko told him to fuck off as she usually did.
Since then Rojas had become a good friend to you, ensuring that your getaways with the keyboardist always worked out every time. He opens the front door beckoning you to come in next to him, helping you with your bags.
"Honeys, I'm home." He hums as he enters the house known to him, "And I brought a visit, Karen your kitten has arrived!"
You feel your cheeks flush at the way he introduces you, Karen soon appears and hugs you tightly, showing the middle finger to Rojas who lets out a laugh as he leaves for his room.
"I'm so glad you're here." She whispers, kissing the tip of your nose afterwards.
"Me too." You say hugging her tighter. "And are they okay with me being here?"
"Of course, they are family and they know you're dear to me." She pulls you by the hand, passing the door of several rooms.
She knocks on the first one's door, waiting as she holds his hand. The band's bassist opens the door with a sleepy face, his hair messed up.
"What is it?" He murmurs, his voice still cracking. "Oh, hi Y/N." He greets you.
"Hey Eddie." You smile shyly, looking at the blonde beside you, wondering what her purpose was.
"Y/N is moving in, she's staying in my room, and she's my girlfriend. That was it, you can sleep."
Eddie widens his eyes, "What now? Your girlfriend?"
Karen nods and you want to hide your face in her neck. "Yeah, don't worry about it."
"Nice, welcome, I guess." He says smiling and then closing the door.
She takes your hand once more, leading you to the next door down the hall. Knocking on it.
This time Graham is the one who answers, he leans on the doorknob of the door, looking at you curiously, it was possible to see that he was tired, maybe worried about his older brother.
"Hey Karen Karen, you good?" He seems to want to maintain the figure of someone who's fine, she smiles a little at him. "I know you, don't I?"
You nod your head, "Y/N..."
"Oh right, of course, I'm sorry my head isn't the best today." He smiles at you, looking at Karen waiting for her to say what she needs.
"She's moving in, just wanted to let you know." She says and he seems curious about it. "We're dating, so I asked her to move in."
"Oh, I'm glad to know." He opens a comforting smile, you feel welcomed by it.
You say goodbye and she guides you to the house at the back, where she knew Camila would be with her mother and little Jules. You felt yourself stepping into a part of her life that you'd always wanted, it was like accessing the most secret part of her heart, having her family's approval was rewarding.
As Karen led you to the back of the house, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirled within you. This was the moment you had been longing for—the opportunity to meet Camila, Karen's best friend, and her adorable baby daughter, Julia.
As you stepped inside the cozy room, Karen's face lit up at the sight of her dear friend and the little bundle in her arms. "Hey Cami, that's my Y/N," she said, her voice tinged with affection.
Camila turned to see you, and a warm smile spread across her face. "Ah, so you're the one Karen can't stop talking about," she teased playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Your cheeks flushed, and you exchanged a shy smile with Karen. "Guilty as charged," you replied, feeling a wave of fondness for the woman who held such an important place in Karen's life.
Camila gently placed little Julia in her crib, and as you approached, she pulled you into a warm hug. "It's so lovely to finally meet you. She hasn't stopped raving about you since you entered her life."
You felt a surge of happiness and relief, knowing that Karen had spoken highly of you to her best friend. "It's an honor to meet you too, Camila. Karen has been incredible, and I can see why you two are so close."
Camila smiled, her eyes brimming with love and appreciation for her friend. "She's the best person I know, and I can tell she's happier with you by her side. Welcome to our little circle."
As the conversation flowed, you felt a sense of ease settling in. The worries you had about being accepted by Karen's loved ones began to fade away, replaced by the warmth of their embrace.
Karen beamed with pride as she introduced you to little Julia. "This is the newest addition to our crazy family," she said, gently caressing the baby's cheek.
You peered into the crib, and your heart melted at the sight of the tiny, sleeping bundle. "She's beautiful," you whispered, feeling a surge of tenderness and love for the little one.
"She really is," Camila agreed, her voice soft as she looked at her daughter with adoration.
In that moment, you realized just how privileged you were to be allowed into this intimate part of Karen's life. It was like being handed the key to her heart, and you vowed to cherish this connection with all your heart.
As the afternoon passed, you and Karen spent quality time with Camila and Julia, sharing stories, laughter, and endless love. The sense of family and belonging in that room was undeniable, and you found yourself feeling at home, surrounded by the people who meant the world to Karen.
As the day drew to a close, and the sun began to set, you felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love that enveloped you in this cozy sanctuary. Having the approval and acceptance of Karen's best friend and her family made your love feel even more real and cherished.
As you bid farewell to Camila and Julia, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that you were now an integral part of Karen's life—a part that she held close to her heart, just like you held her close to yours.
Walking hand in hand with Karen, under the setting sun, you knew that this love, hidden and precious, was a masterpiece in its own right. The love that you shared with her extended beyond just the two of you; it was woven into the fabric of this unconventional family, held in the whispers of laughter and the glimmers of affection.
And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you felt a sense of contentment and joy, knowing that in each other's hearts, you had found a place to call home. The journey ahead might still be filled with challenges, but with the love of Karen and the acceptance of her loved ones, you knew that your love story was one for the ages—a love that defied the world's limitations and shone brightly, like a beacon of hope, in the heart of rock 'n' roll.
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can i request narancia for the 4 hcs?
(For this)
I got multiple asks about Nara hell yeah. I've been waiting for an excuse to talk about him for so long <333
Headcanon A: realistic
His skirt used to be his mom's. One of the clearest things Narancia remembers about her is how she always wore brightly-colored dresses and skirts. They tended to be cheap and outdated, since the Ghirga family didn't have much money, but, to Narancia, they always reflected how much light she brought into others' lives.
After she died, her clothes sat and collected dust in what used to be her closet. By the time Narancia came back home, his dad would often discuss packing them up and selling them. On some level, he knew his dad could never bring himself to do that. Still, the night he finally ran away for good, he snuck into the closet and took as many skirts and dresses as he could find.
He wore his favorite skirt to his Passione initiation, and continued to wear it for most of his teen years. It makes him feel like a part of her is still with him, and as he grows into his own person, the shades of orange and yellow start representing a part of himself, too.
Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious
Maybe only unrealistic by virtue of Everyone Lives AU but idk. He gets a growth spurt when he's like 18-19, to the point where he's almost the same height as Fugo. Meanwhile, Fugo, who has only managed to grow an inch or two, is in complete denial.
Thus begins a height war. Narancia wears platform boots to add a few inches, and Fugo, in retaliation, starts borrowing stilettoes from Abbacchio. Narancia stands on his toes around him and taunts him like "lmao how's the weather down there >:)" and Fugo tackles him. They stand back-to-back and make a neutral third party (usually Bucciarati) measure who's taller.
According to legend, the sheer volume of combined screaming when, one day, Bucciarati determined that Narancia was ever so slightly taller was enough to shatter windows.
Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends
When he first joined the gang, Narancia was a bit skittish around Fugo. Not because of his temper or attitude, as others initially thought. The problem was something Narancia kept secret, as he thought it was a bit silly - it was because of his hair color. He'd had his trust recently shattered by another blond teenage boy, and it was hard to make himself realize that Fugo was different. Of course, soon enough, Narancia got past this, and he came to genuinely love Fugo, placing unwavering trust in him and knowing he'd never leave him behind as his former "friend" had.
He tries not to think about it too much, but he can't help noticing a familiar pain in his heart when Fugo stays behind at the pier - leaving them out of self-preservation, sure, but abandoning them nonetheless.
And, of course, putting trust in yet another blond boy ultimately gets Narancia killed.
Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.
Okay so basically he lives. And when he's in his 20s, he gets a bunch of tattoos. He has sleeves on both arms; one has all of the gang's stand motifs, and the other is made of apple blossoms (representing his mom) - together, he says, they represent his entire family. There's an airplane trailing across his chest, and a little cluster of bullets right over his heart (to say that Mista swoons when he first shows him is an understatement). Maybe he gets some wings or something on his back. He complains about the pain the first few times, but he loves how they let him express himself and carry the people he loves with him at all times.
Also he goes to see Shrek for his 18th birthday. He drags Mista and Fugo with him. It's glorious.
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Hey there! This is something very different from what I usually do. Tryna keep this short tho, so!
I wrote something (a loz fanfic?) and I wanna give a little context, so first off
Some background info you might need is that Link was adopted by Ganondorf and is therefore the Gerudo Prince and that's pretty much it. Oh and this is kind of a Ravioli thing because of course it is so there's that. It's pretty platonic though, i would say. Idk maybe not. I can't help myself-
As for warnings, ig there's a bit of dark humor? Not sure if you can call it that but whatever. There's also some mentions about um, killing and/or hurting people but nothing graphic in any way. If you notice anything that I should make a warning for, please let me know!
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The air in the open throne room was so tense, it felt like it was about to snap.
The Gerudo King was currently staring daggers into Ravio, who was standing just ever so slightly behind his friend. Said boy had managed to bring a decent amount of distance between the Gerudo and the Lolian. Ravio knew all too well that he was the only reason he hadn't yet been cut open by the king's blades, which said man was gripping tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white.
Cold sweat was running down his neck, but he knew it wasn't because of the scorching heat of the desert.
Ganondorf took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through his teeth, redirecting his gaze at the blonde, who stood protectively infront of the black haired intruder.
How the Gerudo Prince didn't even flinch at that glare was beyond Ravio, even so, blue eyes stared right back into golden ones, showing no sign of intimidation.
As per their king's command, all soldiers had left the room several moments ago, leaving the three men by themselves. Ravio had tried to offer an explanation, which, considering the current situation, didn't seem to have helped at all. He should have figured as much, seeing how, no matter what he would say, he was still an intruder in this town.
Ravio noticed his friend's shoulders relax and the grip on his weapon loosening slightly. Despite there being no visible change in the Gerudo King's state.
The Lolian jumped when he suddenly heard Ganondorf speak.
"Link.", his voice was deep and commanding, and at least as sharp as his blades.
Link nodded and sheathed his scimitar, before promptly grabbing Ravio's wrist and making for the exit of the hall.
Instead of descending the stairs leading into the town, they turned right and began heading up a set of stairs winding along the outside wall of the building.
Despite the sun burning on his skin, Ravio felt relieved to finally be outside.
"Where are we going?", he struggled to keep up with Link's pace, almost tripping when he decided to speak up.
"To my room.", Link didn't wait for Ravio to ask his next question. "He needs time to think and we're not to leave this building."
"So suspicious ol' me is allowed to be alone in a room with the Gerudo Prince?", he said with a grin, earning him a chuckle from Link. "Oh, but what if something were to happen to the king's most precious son?", he placed the back of his free hand on his forehead, almost tripping again in the process. "Shouldn't there be at least ten guards to ensure his safety?"
He had to admit though, that it wasn't like he'd have had a chance against Link, which his friend was either too polite, or too distracted to tease him with, as he would've had any other day.
They reached the next floor and headed towards a grand door, which Ravio assumed would lead them to Link's room.
Once inside, Link let go of Ravio's wrist and walked toward the bed standing in the center of the room. Nearly instantly he collapsed onto it and rolled onto his back, giving a long sigh.
Ravio slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, the tenseness from earlier returning to his body. He began stretching his arms in front of him. "So, how's it looking for me?", he tried to sound casual, but it was obvious that he was still on edge.
Link closed his eyes and hummed in response. "I guess there's a pretty big chance your head gets chopped off.", the boy did a significantly better job at feigning nonchalance, despite what he had just said.
However, his tone of voice did not keep Ravio from shuddering at his blunt words.
As if to sense his distress, Link's eyes opened again to look at his friend. The way his head was tugged between his shoulders made him wish he could take his words back. "Don't worry, you know I won't let that happen.", Link tried to reassure him. "At least not before my own head drops to the floor.", he added.
Ravio did give a little laugh at that, albeit a quiet one. He relaxed a bit, leaning back on his hands.
The blonde sighed again. "I definetly don't share his opinions- or rather suspicions- when it comes to you, but I can't blame him either.", he had shut his eyes again and intertwined his fingers underneath his head.
"He's trying to protect his people. You know, the Gerudo- don't have many allies.", he paused for a moment. "I should honestly be doing the same. But look at me, sneaking an outsider into the town. He must be very proud.", he laughed. There wasn't a hint of bitterness in his voice, he didn't regret the stunt they had pulled one bit.
They might even have gotten away with it, if they hadn't been so careless. The way that they managed to get themselves caught was honestly laughable, Link had to bite back a grin thinking about it.
Link knew the schedule of every single soldier by heart, but he hadn't paid attention to the numerous children roaming the streets. The poor little girl didn't even mean to alarm any soldiers with her shouting. She didn't even pay Ravio any mind at all, she had just been excited about seeing the prince.
The Lolian brought a hand to the back of his neck. "If it helps in any way.. the faraway kingdom I said I was from, isn't just far away, it's in a completely different world. Here.", he removed a bracelet from his left wrist and turned around to show his friend. "This is the only way, at least that we know of, to travel between the worlds."
Link reached out for the bracelet, which Ravio placed into his palm. The blonde removed his left hand from underneath his head as well to inspect the item more closely, holding it just above his face.
Ravio's hand returned to scratch the back of his neck. "So um, it's not like an army would arrive at your doorstep or anything of the like."
Link silently resumed his inspection. The bracelet was made of gold-like material and adorned with a purple gemstone. A soft light was pulsating from within, barely noticeable. He had been curious about the thing for a while now, but had never asked about it. He decided not to ask about this 'faraway kingdom' either, at least for now.
"To be honest,", he placed the bracelet beside Ravio, who immediately put it back on his wrist. "I can really only see two outcomes from this."
Ravio glanced over his right shoulder, waiting for his friend to continue.
"Either, as I've already mentioned, you're gonna be executed, or you can never leave again- at least not without supervision.", Link didn't think Ganondorf would ever let the Lolian leave the town, supervised or not, but he tried not to freak his friend out again. How succesful he was in soothing him with those words, was pretty questionable though.
"Well I really hope there's gonna be a secret third outcome.", Ravio went back to staring at the floor. He didn't know if he should feel calmed or unsettled by Link's indifference about the matter.
"Whatever the case, we'll manage to find a way somehow.", Link rolled onto his side, his long, braided hair was already loosening from lying on the bed.
He reached out to tug at Ravio's arm. "Now come here."
He continued gently pulling at the Lolian's arm until he too, lied down on the bed, back facing the blonde. Link scooted a little closer to place his arm over his side, willing the tenseness to go away.
"Just relax a bit. There's nothing we can do to influence his choice at this point. I doubt your trinket is going to offer him any comfort in the matter."
He definitely wouldn't take the Lolian's word on it being the only way, or the only one of its kind. That'd be too great a risk, which Link knew the Gerudo wouldn't take.
Ravio responded with a hum that turned into a long sigh. He tried to focus on Link's slow and steady breathing. Copying the rythm, he closed his eyes and let himself calm down.
He knew Link had been honest when he had said that he wouldn't let anything happen to him, or when he had said that they would find a way. They had managed to get out of pretty tight situations in the past, why would this one be any different?
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Alrighty fkfkggk
I don't write as much as I draw and most of the experience I have in writing is in a different language so it's idk I can't even tell if it's good or bad haha
Not sure if this being like, a scene that clearly belongs in the middle of a larger story is off-putting or not. I don't have any more content for this, I just came up with this one scene and ig I was in the mood to write something. But I do really like this world so far i dunno👀
I could go on and on about everything that I'm unsure about but I better not do that and just post the damned thing-
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All the Time in the World
Description: tua au where Five finds someone else in the apocalypse and they fall in love (Five x male). not very organized, kinda all over the place. some fluff.
TW: blood, mentions of death from cancer
Sorry for switching tenses in the middle. Different paragraphs were written at different times separately and i didn’t feel like changing it. Writing isn’t great and it’s very messy i’m sorry i just wanted to get my ideas down idk i’m sorry
enjoy ig
[we enter when Five has just jumped to the apocalypse and found his siblings]
Five notices a figure in the distance. He doesn’t think it’s another person, it can’t be, how could someone have survived something like this? He starts walking closer to it, the closer he gets the more he realizes… it is another person. “Hey!” He calls out. They start running. Five chases after them. Not long into the chase, the person trips on a piece of broken wood. Five is standing over them. “Who are you?” He asks.
This boy Five has found, who is wearing a striped short-sleeved shirt and black jeans, is shaking. His pale skin is covered in dirt and ash. He has grey eyes and curly, dark brown hair. His arms are covered in scratches. “Are you asking for my name?” He responds.
“I’m asking how the fuck did you survive this?” Five says.
“It’s hard to explain,” The boy stands up and dusts off his pants.
“Well,” Five replies, “seems like we’ve got all the time in the world.”
“How did you survive?”
“I’m a time traveler and I went too far. Can’t get back. Now does it seem hard for you to explain?”
And so Noah (that’s the boy’s name) explained. He, like Five, has powers. He can create a force field around anything he wants, including himself. He can also move objects with his mind, although he’s not that good at it yet. But he’s mastered his force fields. He can make them big or small, he can make multiple at the same time, and he can fit as many people or things in one as he likes. Noah lived in a small cottage just outside of the city with his dad. When the apocalypse happened he was alone because his dad was out fishing. He left the cottage to see if anyone else had survived and he’d just made it to the city when Five spotted him.
“Your force field was strong enough to protect you from the apocalypse?” Five questioned.
“I guess so. It didn’t work perfect, though. I started struggling and a hole formed. That’s how I got all these scratches,” Noah shows Five his arm.
They made a good pair together. At first, Five wasn’t so sure about Noah but he quickly proved himself to be useful. Five would collect bits and pieces of broken objects and buildings and Noah would turn them into something. Five found a broken wagon and Noah fixed it and wrapped the handle with cloth so the grip was better. Noah knew how to help Five calm down when he was getting worked up. And Five knew when Noah was feeling down, no matter how good Noah was at masking it. They spent their time trading stories and learning about each other. Noah was the only person Five really opened up to. Five learned about Noah’s mom, who died of lung cancer when he was nine. “We weren’t that close,” Noah says, “my dad always told her to stop smoking.”
One morning Five found a vinyl player underneath a pile of ash-covered bricks. Next to it were vinyls. “Noah! Look what I found!” Noah got up from the rock he was sitting on and walked over.
“Is that a vinyl player?” He asked, “do you think it still works?”
“Let’s find out,” Five replied. He set it down and tried playing “Happy Together” by The Turtles. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked well enough and they danced together, holding each other’s hands tight. Delores the mannequin sat in the wagon not far away. Halfway through the song it stopped playing. They both laughed, still holding hands. Their eyes met, Noah kissed Five on the cheek, then Five kissed Noah on the lips.
Years later, Noah made rings out of bits of wire he found. He surprised Five with them. Although their marriage wasn’t legall, they were still husbands at heart.
They grew old together. When the Handler came, she originally asked for just Five, but he insisted on bringing Noah too. She agreed and Noah and Five went on missions together.
When they jumped through the portal together to get back to 2019, the fire hydrant Klaus had thrown at it hit Noah. Five yelled, “you hit my husband with a fire hydrant!”
“Sorry…?” Klaus said.
Noah went with Five that day to get a coffee from Griddy’s Doughnuts. When Agnes asked what they wanted Five said, “Coffee, black. He’ll have the same.”
“Cute kids,” Agnes replied to the man sitting near them. She thought Five and Noah were twins.
After the fight, Five and Noah left Griddy’s holding hands, covered in blood.
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Y/n x Rodrick:
Y/n happens to be supernatural, possibly a vampire and they fall in love with Rodrick and somehow has to tell him. They thought Rodrick would hate them for what they are but in the end Rodrick truly shows that he is amazed of what creature they are and still love y/n.♥️♥️♥️
Like The Beast
Rodrick x reader
Words: 793
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Okay so first I need to apologize cause like I didn’t do your request at all. Idk I don’t really know how to write/don't like vampire stories, never got into twilight or any vampire form of entertainment so I made it into a werewolf instead, (I was more a mermaid kid). I also didn't include the whole love part, idk I just wrote it like completely off but I hope you still like it 😬 Sorry if it sucks
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This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
You were what some might call, a werewolf. You didn’t turn into one all the time, it was just when you experienced heavy emotions and full moons.
Being that you didn’t really hang out with a lot of people it was actually easy for you to conceal your other half. That was until you met Rodrick.
You two had met in detention. You, being in there due to skipping multiple classes, (because of the whole werewolf thing), and him being in there for who knows what. But he was actually the one who initiated the conversation and it was history from there. At first you two would talk maybe like once a week, but over time it became more often and suddenly you were joining his little group at school. It was fun, finally being a part of something.
Eventually you developed feelings and unbeknownst to you, so did he. You knew it could never happen because; one, you knew the type of people Rodrick liked, and two, you could never show him your other side. You knew he’d see you differently. So you didn’t act on any of your feelings, you just let them harbor and you thought it would be alright—and it was; until one day it wasn’t.
You and Rodrick were hanging out in his van, slurping down slushies and people watching, a typical Tuesday afternoon. You don’t even remember what exactly you were talking about, but you two noticed a couple going in and out of the gas station, carrying slushies like you and you made a joke about how they looked like you two. He chuckled a little and you joined in.
When your laughs died down you suddenly realized how awkward the air felt and then you caught him staring at you. You felt your heart rate increase, booming in your ears, you told yourself to calm down, you can control it, suddenly growing flustered having his eyes on you. But then he leaned over and you knew you were done, just as he his lips brushed over yours, it happened.
You immediately felt hair all over your body and you pushed Rodrick back horrified, while he stared back frozen with eyes wide. Oh God, that look was enough to tell you everything that was going through his mind and without another thought you shoved the van door open before taking off.
You ran all the way until you were in the comfort of your own room. Flopping on your mattress, all that was running through your mind was his expression, relieving the look on his face over and over again, it just made you feel sick on the inside.
After that you didn’t think you’d ever talk to Rodrick again, or that he’d ever want to talk to you. But you were surprised when the next day, there he was, waiting outside the school building. You tried to ignore him just rush by, but he quickly followed you. “Are we going to talk about the, you know what?” He whispered, keeping up with your pace.
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about,” you said, trying to speed up again. He grabbed your arm pulling you to the side, “I think we do.”
He stared into your eyes searching for the truth, but you just bit your words back, “we can’t. Look, I know what I am and I know how people react. So how about I leave you alone and you just leave me alone.”
“Yeah well I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
Rodrick peeks over your shoulder where the hallway is still bustling with other students. Taking your hand he pulls you into a nearby supply closet.
“What I saw the other day…it was amazing. I can’t ever forget that.” You peered into his eyes and he gazed back, sincerity written on his face, but it still didn’t make you feel better. Eventually you break eye contact, “But I’m like the beast from beauty and the beast.”
“And he was badass!”
You finally smile a little at his words, taking a moment to process it. “So what are you exactly?” He asked. Inhaling and exhaling, you take a big deep breath before stating plainly, “I’m a werewolf. Not all the time just when emotions get high, or obviously full moons.” He nodded at your words, “so the other day, when we kissed.”
You gazed up at him. You didn’t say a word but you knew he knew what happened. He grinned looking down at you, “so if I were to kiss you right now.”
“Things would get messy,” you said cautiously and his grin grew sneakier, “good thing I like messy.”
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PHANTOM hey hi im being normal about ashe winters do you have any thoughts about her . (if not u can leave this ask no worries)
I keep forgetting you send me this ask Oli hold on ok I don't really have that many thoughts, but I will just give you the general way I characterize Ashe:
She/He swag.
I recently watched Yakko's beating every 3d sonic game in a week video and that for some reason has greatly shaped my view of Ashe Winters. Interpret that as you will??????? I have no idea how to explain it.
He and Vyncent stay back a lot whenever Will n Dakota go out bc they both have issues with being out in public (and neither of them like being alone)
she's the perfect balance actually to the triad bc it always means they're able to duo off and no one is left alone. Her n Vyn bond over not liking to be in public n also not being really human. With William bc they are both emo and with Dakota bc he is an extrovert that adopts introverts and is so charming.
whatever way I write Ashe, he will never be fully human in my mind, sorry can't write him normally.
If I give Ashe Wings: they're like silver wings the same color as her hair and she has feathers all the way up her back and behind her ears. She is super fluffy and there are even feathers in her hair. She also has VERY big wings like they are proportionate to her body, if she were not frail and vitamin deficient she would be able to fly with them.
But he also never takes care of his wings because he doesn't know HOW. No one ever tried to show him and he is too uncomfortable in his body to try and look up. It also doesn't help that his wings are MASSIVE. He can only reach like an itty bit on the inside of his wings, so preening is useless.
She can chirp and click and chitter and absolutely HATES that she can and that she does it unintentionally a lot. She hates it so much because she knows it's not normal and that that's not how to be human. So he tries to hold it back as much as possible.
I think it's silly bc Vyncent also chirps but they chirp in wildly different tones so it's always a jumpscare for both of them. But like a good jumpscare. Bc Vyncent hasn't heard similar tones in a long time and yet Ashe can also chirp and woah. We aren't that different actually.
The fact that Vyncent isn't human either is a big reassurance to Ashe. Like they bond fr!
if I give her scales!!! ohohohooo so silly. Idk what color scales she would have but they are iridescent and don't work very well to be scales, they are fragile and very weak. Her scales will break easily and constantly peel off bc gene issues and humans are not supposed to have scales.
She has scales on her cheeks (like freckles), down her neck, her shoulders/collar bone, at her hands and wrists, down her back and on her legs. They're a lot less noticeable than Mark's so she doesn't necessarily have to hide them as much bc if you don't look close they're hard to see. But they are very itchy and uncomfortable.
He wears a scarf and fingerless gloves both to hide the scales and to make them easier to deal with. Compression = doesn't itch as bad so it helps.
Mark gave him literally NO information on the scales thing. Like what the hell do you do when the only other person in the entire world that might know what to do or understand the situation is your FATHER who is never there and you would never go to for personal questions like this? Ashe had to learn everything himself.
He does not know how to deal with shedding. It is a very painful process bc he doesn't know how to do it. He could just soak in a nice warm bath for a bit and it would be so much easier but it's Ashe, she doesn't do that.
She has been alone for so long that now she actually has some friends, he gets so nervous when left alone. Him :handshake: Vyncent.
I keep comparing him to Vyncent but they are both creatures, ok last comparison tho. They both have probably the worst people to ever base how to be normal off of, especially for Ashe.
Like Vyncent is not human, Ashe cannot use him as a basis on how to act normal. William is... well he's william, he's one end of the extreme spectrum. Dakota is at the complete opposite end.
They are the worst influences on Ashe, sorry. They are.
Ashe is very quiet during conversations and doesn't contribute much, he just watches and observes. He listens and remembers and does who knows what with that information.
He has curly hair, sorry I hit all of them with the curly hairification beam I can't describe any other hair type. Very long, frizzy curly hair, not as bad as Dakota but he also doesn't take care of it much.
He is a GAMER this is CANON but I think it's SILLY and I need to reiterate it.
He is probably the best at video games out of the four but that isn't like a big achievement. It's like Jay being the most sensible of the riptide pirates again. But he is actually really good at video games.
William forces him to play horror games and he shrieks anytime something scary happens (he HATES Horror).
Back on the fact that he is a very quiet person, however... there are a few things that he will go on HOUR rants about (video game plots, movies, tv shows, stupid internet facts. He knows so much internet lore) and it's like finding cheat codes to get him to talk about something. bc without being prompted, he won't contribute to a conversation at all.
She is a tumblr girlie sorry. William is a reddit mf.
Parallel play is her love language fr, but like he literally doesn't know anything else because no one ever spends time with her lol
There's probably more I could say but I don't feel like thinking of more things. Have this list, I didn't mean to go on a tangent.
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So lunar is back and they finally got a model it seems they commissioned the same person who did Earth's but interesting enough Lunar's is better looking (there's somethings like the mouth for example are hard to look at just feels like an empty void) and still has the cuteness factor.
Second as we progress the video puppet and eclipse have a talk a long the lines of "don't you dare bring him back, because I see things, I saw the future everyone is in danger" and puppet is like "I don't care I'm bringing him back" and he does. Before they depart back to earth Lunar is there sitting in his pod while the computer/ai is finishing the process once it's done Lunar is awake he says "why am I small?" But he just sounds very sad and dull, he doesn't sound like before all cheerful and happy. As they try to leave Eclipse takes over the AI and keeps saying to Lunar "something will happen to the people he loves and this time it won't be his fault it would be yours" and Puppet is just like "come on kid, let's get going, just ignore him" and the episode ends there.
On the TSAMS channel we have a therapy session between Earth, Sun and Moon. Idk if Kat (Earth's VA) is studying or studied something along the lines of psychology or they have done extensive research on the topic. But more like a therapy session I felt like it was when your mom sits you down with your sibling and talk about differences to come to an agreement, that's what I felt. Like earth noticed right away that something was wrong with Sun and sun didn't want to talk about it and what did earth do? She began trying to distract sun so they wouldn't talk about it and she also said "venting will make you feel better" or something. she then went to moon and moon was like "he lied to me" and the whole family session started and they both expressed their emotions "I see, so you know Moon cares for you Sun. And moon sun really cares about you. You both don't want anything to happen to each.." they brought the situation with the old moon and sun said "I'm just waiting... For it to happen again.." and earth is like "the memory reset?" Sun says "no, moon to start acting like his old self because he has the same mannerisms, the same anger.." and other things I can't remember. To which moon replies "well, I'm not going to be like that" and they didn't hug it out but at the very end they shift the tone from something serious to something cheerful by saying "Let's go to the Barbie movie" and Earth is like "yes I'll put a lot of things in my hair, let me go get my pink clothes" and moon is like "yeah, I'll put some tec I did that goes around my neck to project color without painting myself" and sun is like "you know we can change color" and moon is like "I can only change my eye color, do you want the tech I made?" Sun replies with a "no" and jumps out of the balcony and says "Thank you Earth"
I tried my best to summarize both shows so yeah! :)
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aah I think I saw a post saying Lunar was back, but the issue was if he is a child or not- as for models, it clear they had more time to actually work on it, unlike earth, who had to be rushed.. so I imagine he looks somewhat better (im sure the artist did their best!)
as for Eclipse part-- im a bit confused.. is Eclipse now able to see the future? so far, the universe they live in is.. still Eclipse universe, the one he made.. so make sense he has some control but weak.. but is odd - does this relate to ruin Eclipse in some way? or will be related to them? since they dont belong there but .. stayed? apparently?
as for Earth... eh. maybe I was wrong.. maybe she is good for them.. like, doing this , this talk and all.. but it feels.. wrong , like, please lets remember, she is a new person in both Sun and Moon life.. she may live there, and all, but is been a few months , is not enough time to trust someone with deep feelings.. even if, she is the only one to like them..
but eh, if she is actually helpfull, then good on them..
I have an issue with the "Sun doesnt accept new Moon".. like, is so normal to feel afraid and just.. not be happy with the whole situation, lets get on Sun's shoes or slippers -
he had to share a body with someone broken, cruel, angry, who eventually grew to be a brother, who yes, was mean, hit him and wasnt "nice" BUT was caring on his own ways, and the two learned to care for each other..
that person, who Sun saw grow, trust and eventually got to be in good terms.. is gone.. is all gone.. now this copy is here, is nicer yes. but as Sun said "is acting similar"
one part of Sun maybe just , love to have a nicer brother! of couse! but other will fear the old moon to be back.. and with that, the hits and all..
I may defend old Moon a lot, he wasnt an angel, but he was most of the time right, he was doing the best he could, yes, hitting Sun was terrible, but lets remember the whole "stick" joke wasnt been use in a loooong time still..
I just felt like, getting mad that Sun is not ready to accept the new Moon to be. really, a new Moon, is cruel.. Sun never got so say goodbye, never got to trully understand Moon motives.. he is always having to accept what ever happends- is a bit too much..
but aaah, anyways.. is confusing- but is good the two got to chat. new Moon should be patience and learn to wait for his "brother" to accept him -
thanks you so much for your ask and time!! <3
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Nakia Saber Intro
if you're hearing EMILY by SAN FERMIN playing, you have to know NAKIA SABER (HE/HIM; CISMAN) is nearby! the 32 year old GRADUATE ART HISTORY STUDENT/GALLERY ATTENDANT has been in denver for, like 32 YEARS. they're known to be quite STUBBORN, but being HONEST seems to balance that out. or maybe it's the fact that they resemble ZEEKO ZAKI. personally, i'd love to know more about them seeing as how they've got those NEVER EXPECTING TO MAKE IT THIS FAR, UNKNOWN FUTURE, ALWAYS HIDING WHAT YOU'RE FEELING vibes. and maybe i'll get my chance if i hang around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!
Death tw, Car Accident tw, Cancer tw
★𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣★
Birth Date: January 7, 1991
Zodiac: Capricorn
Gender: Cis Man
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexual & Romantic Orientation: Bisexual
★𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚★
Height: 6'5"
Faceclaim: Zeeko Zaki
Hair color/style: Short, Black, Curly, Beard
Eye color: Dark Brown
Tattoos: A snake around his forearm
★𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮★
Positive Traits: Honest, Independent, Easygoing
Neutral Traits: Independent, Sensible, Realist
Negative Traits: Stubborn, Impatient, Lost
Fears: Spiders, Public Speaking, Death, Failure
Goals: To become a museum curator, Actually get his degree, Live life
Hobbies: Painting, Reading, Knitting, Cooking
★𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩★
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Education: Bachelor's Degree in Art, Working on his Master's in Art History
Mother: Dina Saber
Father: Aton Saber (deceased)
Siblings: 2 younger siblings
★𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩★
Residence: Cherry Creek District
Job: Gallery Attendant at L'Arte District Art Gallery
Significant Others: None Currently
How Long She’s Been Here: His Whole Life
★𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮★
Nakia was the oldest of three kids to two loving parents. After immigrating from Egypt, Dina and Aton decided to start a family and have the perfect American Dream. And honestly they did have the perfect, loving, family that kids could only dream of having. Sure Nakia thought that his family could be embarrassing at times but he loved them and knew that he was loved.
DEATH TW/CAR ACCIDENT TW
When Naika was just fourteen years old his father called one night saying he was going to be home late from work. During dinner the doorbell rang and they were greeted by a policeman with some very terrible news. Aton had died in a car accident.
TW END
The family was obviously heart broken and their life had changed forever. Nakia had tried to step up and help out as much as he could and never tried to make life hard for his mother.
CANCER TW
Which was why he never complained about how he was getting tired all the time and in pain. He didn't think there was much to be concerned about and there was no reason to worry his mother. It wasn't until other people started noticing did Nakia agree to get checked out by his doctor. Again the family was completely changed when it was revealed that Nakia had Leukemia.
He tried to be upbeat during the whole process but overall it left him pretty jaded. But hey at least he got an arch nemesis out of it!
TW END
Since getting his life back he's been trying to live life to the fullest. Finding his art passion in the hospital he knew that was the only thing he wanted to do from now on. He keeps putting off his Master's degree because he genuinely is afraid of what is going to happen when he's done since he has worked for so long for this.
★𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨★
Roommates - I'm sure Nakia can't afford a place alone and genuinely would be a great person to be roommates with
Friends - Listen Nakia is a bit grumpy, please love him anyway
Frequent Fliers - He can talk for hours about art and maybe you go to the gallery a lot and every time he wants to infodump about all the different paintings
Ex's/Flings/FWB - Genuinely he is so soft when it comes to romance that it would be fun for him to show it in different ways
This is late and idk what else to put I'll rewrite this later
★𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩★
Emily by San Fermin
Bullet With Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins
Strange Mercy by St. Vincent
I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers
The Good That Won't Come Out by Rilo Kiley
The Night We Met by Lord Huron
Avant Gardener by Courtney Barnett
Somebody That I Used To Know by Elliott Smith
Nancy From Now On by Father John Misty
Pride and Joy by Brandi Carlile
#&& young unbeliever in the dim light (nakia saber)#nakia intro#chq;intro#death tw#car accident tw#cancer tw#not my greatest just wanted to get this out
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i smoked a cigarette and i wasnt even that drunk
there were a few things i wanted to write about today but theyre lost to me now and i wish i at least wrote down the general Idea. but i've at least noticed that ive been actively Indulging in more...taboo? things i wouldn't normally or were too scared to try. i've smoked two cigarettes this summer (woah!), had two shroom trips (WOAH!), had sex with a man for the first time (JEEZ!!), i'm smoking weed more often (hmmm....), and i'm thinking of testing the waters with (recreational?) adderall. this is not to say that i'm going downhill, or self sabotaging, or actively trying to harm myself and others. in fact, i quite like this sort of indulgence i'm in. let me do some unhealthy things right now. i don't think i Deserve it but i just....idk...i kinda need it?
i've always been in this need for control--to have it, to be in it. it's very hard to do new things that way because i don't know what i'm getting into. i'm at the whimsy of the uncomfortable zone. i focus too much on the potential negative of a situation: i'm going to have a bad trip, i'm going to make a bad drawing, i'm going to humiliate myself because i am New To This. and that's where i lack grace and freedom and embracing the Fun of being new.
it sucks that being new at something, trying new things, meeting new people, putting yourself out there in some capacity makes me feel like a burden. if i'm not the responsibility of someone else (i.e. a supervising coworker, a babysitting friend, an experienced lover) then i'm a burden to my own ego. even if i'm alone in my room trying to shake my ass i still feel incredibly embarrassed by my own reflection. seeing such failure (seeing my own body) is maybe worse than sharing it with someone else. there's a humor in that vulnerability that brings me closer to whoever i'm sharing that with: coughing while smoking a cig, readjusting on a dick, spilling a nutcracker in your hair while tripping on the beach are all moments that, while silly and messy and unprepared, bring me closer with the person on the other side of that. it shows a little bit of humanity and humility.
that is not extended to moments with myself though. i dont really know how to fully explain it. maybe it's some degree of not being comfortable with myself or perfectionist problems i have and self-perception etc etc etc. but have you ever failed yourself so hard you don't even want to try again? there is no one else to laugh along with you or reassure you or empathize. when i fail myself, I Fail Myself. yknow? ehhh not really something i want to think about further.
random things i have Happy Feelings for:
came home last night after being in a weed comatose at nat's and hammered nails into my walls so i can hang my belts. it was a random spurt of energy that got something i wanted done but for some reason never tried to do in my free time (i realize i am wayyyyy too adaptable to my own traps of inconvenience. i put the bag of toiletries in my room to Force Me to unpack them and ultimately left it in the way for a couple weeks before just stuffing the whole bag in the closet.)
really liked todays episode of the sopranos: s1e12. junior and tony both deal with mortality in different ways. not much more to say on it right now
also between this episode ^ (isabella the madonna hallucination), honestly themes of the show in general, and watching contrapoints content i've gotten a little interested in reading more about freud LOL. he kinda makes a lot of points??? like we all know this we're just freaked out about the mommy sex stuff. there's a tangent contra video on gamergate and an article she sourced talked about Gamers feeling threatened about their Space, their Games, being taken away by The Woke Mob--AKA women, aka MOMMY. the looming fear of mom coming in your room and saying it's time to stop playing. getting grounded and no video games for a week. mom said it's my turn to use the xbox. that fear recurring in these sad adult men being forced to look at their own flaws. their lack of perspective. stupid sluts coming in and ruining the fun, taking away our games. i found that psychoanalytic perspective reallllllyyyyy interesting
finding a new perspective on chores and self care: there's no rush with it. this is not a thing that needs to be Taken Care Of right this second. my whole evening should be dedicated to doing things on My Terms. i spend 40 hours of my week, every week, doing things on another entity's terms. i do shit when i wanna!!!! and it's for ME!!!!
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