#if your name is not Lauryn fucking Hill it’s NOT about you
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Still ILLer than y’all @pawning comedy kings and queens in the Chesstdom. Jokering. You guys are also doing it back clever+cute. Symbaiotically. Props and head nods and kisses to bixches of every color/gender.
Reciprocity: an idea taught to me by an L. Hill. Who Knew. OG. Best female rapper of all time. Just DO NOT betray my trust and loyalist NY label by repeating it or believing it. Anyways, thank you Mrs. Inspiring. Mrs. Educatedsoulmusic. Mrs. African Americana Queen. I love you until my last breath for it. And I had to play it so loud and so repetitively for me and all my Gen XO’s til we knew it in our souls that it was/still is the most impactful Hip-Hop album of all time. Thank you for the blessing to my ears and heartbodymindsoul Kdot connections.
#if your name is not Lauryn fucking Hill it’s NOT about you#also other Refugees are around being cool and impactful#hugs and cuddles#halsey#comics comic.#soul music lyric poems#cool times#fine lines#BYE
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Ardor
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader💌
Synopsis: Chris feels like Y/N deserves more. And what better way to show this than to take her to her favorite place.🌻
Warnings⚠️: None at all. This shit is just soooo CUTEEEE😭
Song for the imagine: Nothing Even Matters-Lauryn Hill (feat. D’Angelo)
Ardor
Noun
Enthusiasm or passion
Lately Chris and his brothers have been super busy between creating content and touring, that I hadn’t really had a chance to spend time with my boyfriend. Even though the tour ended, and they were back in LA they immediately started filming for their channel.
Personally I didn’t mind this, yes I missed my boyfriend, but this was his job. He always still made time to text me, call me, send me flowers, take me on a few dates.
However this was bothering Chris as he felt like he hasn’t really been able to sit and spend time with me. No matter how many times I told him I didn’t care he still protested against it.
“Y/N no! I feel like I haven’t been here for you, and we haven’t really spent a good amount of time together” Chris would say as we sat on the couch with his arm slung over my shoulder
“Baby, we’re spending time together right now” I told him
“Yes, but also no. I want to be with you, and only you and just spend every second glued at the hip. I want to stare into your eyes and watch the stars, all that romantic movie shit” he told me kissing me on the forehead
“Chris you hate that corny shit” I said laughing
“I’m a changed man mama” he said laughing
“We should take a trip one of these days. Just go to another state and get away” I told him
“Yeah let’s say fuck it and go to like Vermont or some shit” he said back to me
“Oh my god Vermont is so pretty during this time of the year. With all the orange and yellow leaves” I said getting excited
That was two weeks ago, and within a day Chris was getting everything booked. The flight, the Airbnb, the activities. All while I had no idea. Chris had surprised me one day telling me where we were going.
And that brings it to now. We had just got to a small little house in Vermont surrounded by the beauty of the woods and the orange and yellow leaves falling to the ground.
“Baby this is the best thing you have ever done” I told him as we settled into the house
“Anything for my pretty lady” he told me coming over and grabbing me by the waist, pulling me in for a kiss
“Chris I love you so much” I told him kissing him back
“I love you way more pretty girl” he said kissing me on the forehead
We had got to Vermont at 2, and by the time we settled in we decided we wanted to walk to the nearest town and find something to eat.
There was a small town within a 10 minute walk. Chris and I headed out, and as we got into the town we truly enjoyed how tight knight the community was.
“Man I could live here forever” I said looking at every store we passed
“Could you really?” He asked looking over at me
“100%, it’s so small and pretty, and quiet” I told him
“Maybe we could make that happen in the future” he said kissing my hand that he was holding
We had stopped at a small mom and pop restaurant. We sat, and decided to look at the menu.
“Ouu everything looks good” Chris said
“Chris you’re such a picky eater you better ask for chicken tenders and fries” I told him laughing
“Hey! Not nice, but also not wrong” he said laughing
We were interrupted by the waitress
“Hi guys! How are you my names Ari, and I’ll be your server for today” she said smiling at us
“Could I get you started with drinks?” She asked us
“May I have a Dr. Pepper?” I asked her smiling up at her
“And may I have a pepsi” Chris asked, and I laughed. Him and his Pepsi addiction
After we got our drinks we ordered. And the whole time we were laughing at each other, and he was reminiscing about the tour, and how much he loved meeting his fans.
A little while later the waitress came back with our check
“I’ve never seen you guys around here” she said handing the check to Chris who had his hand out
“Oh we’re visiting!” I told her looking up at her
“Ahhh I see! Thats nice. Are you guys on a honeymoon” she asked
“Oh uh-“ but I was cut off by Chris
“Yeah something like that” he said handing her the check back with cash
“Oh that’s so nice! You guys should check out the little cafe across from here! They sell the best homemade cookie dough!” She said
“Thank you! We will” Chris said, “oh and keep the change” he told her
She thanked him and walked away. We walked over to the cafe and purchased some cookie dough, and decided to walk back hand in hand.
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me” I said looking over at Chris
“I’m glad you’re loving it pretty mama” he said kissing me on my temple
We had got back to the house, and decided to make some cookies
“CHRIS THATS TOO BIG” I yelled as he rolled a ginormous ball of a cookie
“HA! That’s what she said” he said pointing his finger at me
“Chris…you’re such a child” I told him snatching the huge cookie ball out of his hand and breaking it into smaller pieces
“But you love it” he responded looking over at me
“I really do” I said smirking at him
I put the cookies in the oven, and set a 12 minute timer
“Babe! They have a glass lanai” Chris said running back into the kitchen
“They do???” I said excited
“We have to eat our cookies out there” he said, and I agreed
After the cookies were done I took them out and put them on a plate, and we walked out to the lanai
“Holy shit this is beautiful” I said placing the plate down on the coffee table
“Isnt it” he said looking at me
“I’m a whore for glass lanais” I told him sitting down on the couch
“Interesting choice of words, but yes” he said laughing and also sitting down next to me
He grabbed two cookies, and then sat back, wrapping his arm over my shoulder, and pulling me in towards him
“Here you go my love” he said giving me a cookie
“Thank you” I responded taking the cookie from him and biting into it
“I would’ve never thought I’d be sitting here eating cookies with you, and madly in love” he said eating his cookie
“I would’ve never thought either. You were such a player” I said looking at him to see his reaction
“What?” He said with his jaw dropped
“God we used to hate each other so much” I told him finishing my cookie
“We really did. Never understood why. When you’re the best thing to have ever happened to me” he said also finishing his cookie
“I guess I was scared of falling for the “bad” guy” i told him
“And I was so scared of commitment” he told me
“Isn’t it strange? How people can change from strangers to friends, and then friends into lovers” I asked him
“It truly is, and I’m so glad we did. I love you so fucking much. Like I get emotional and shit” he said pretending to wipe a tear
“Chris, I love you so much. I have no idea what I’d do without you” I told him kissing his cheek
“I think I’d die without you” he said looking at me
“I think I’d die too” I said going in to kiss him
When we pulled away we stared into each others eyes just truly enjoying each others company
I leaned my head back and looked up at the night sky
“Look babe, the stars are shining so bright tonight” I told Chris while pointing at the sky
“Fuck this is so beautiful” he said looking up at the sky with me
“You got your wish. To watch the night sky with me” I told him
“And look how bright they’re shining for you” he said back
“I never want to leave this feeling” I responded back to him
“Me neither” he said
“Chris, I love you so much. This is a love I’ve never felt for anyone. My heart just bursts anytime I look at you, and when I’m with you all my problems are just a mere afterthought” I said to him still looking up at the night sky
“Y/N when I’m with you I never want to leave the moment. I want to hold on to you forever and always. I was so scared of loving someone because I felt I couldn’t get that love back, but you….you showed me new ways to be loved every single day” he said also still looking at the sky
“Out of my mind in love with you” I said back
“I hope in every lifetime you choose me” Chris said back
“Always Chris. I will always choose you” I said snuggling tighter to him
“Good because I will always choose you” he said kissing my head
“It was always you, and it will always be you” I said back to him
Chris let a tear slip out of his eye. Overwhelmed by the immense love he feels for Y/N, and that he’ll always have her no matter what. Chris loved Y/N with every fiber in his body, but most importantly Y/N loved Chris.
The End
I know this is pretty short, but I don’t like to drag out cute stories, but also Idk wtf to say, but I hope you enjoyed❤️
-J💅🏽
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets imagines#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo imagine#Spotify
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I kinda hate people framing transmasculinity as....idk. Those virgin vs chad memes where the cis dude is the skinny little guy who's got reserves about listening to girly pop music, while the trans guy is the big buff dude going "I have Brittney Spear's name tattooed across my chest AND I'm wearing women's panties cus I'm just SO NATURALLY confident in my HARD EARNED MASCULINITY" like I'm sorry but the fact that I had to jump through so many hoops to be who I am has left me with a lot of scarring. I'm not going to lie to you. Being trans is hard fucking work. I know nobody wants to hear it cus men are supposed to be the "easier" gender and being queer is supposed to be the "fun" and superior alternative to tradition, but I do have a lot of hangups. I'm sensitive to certain words and phrases. Miseducation of Lauryn Hill is widely recognized as a classic, one that I've talked to numerous black men about both irl and online, and I still have reserves about owning it because it's so "girly". I'm more likely to burn a dress than wear it. I have a lot more sympathy for men of all backgrounds now that I pass as one pretty regularly, and feel myself relating less and less to people that don't. I regularly wish my dick was bigger. I still find myself wishing I was more handsome, that I had bigger muscles, that my voice was deeper, that I was a couple inches taller. I have a head like a goddamn disco ball and sometimes get too bent out of shape over things that seem really small to most. Sometimes I have to get really drunk or high before I really let myself feel my feelings rather than compulsively intellectualize them. And even though I would never hold another man to the same standards I hold myself to, I still find myself incapable of crossing certain lines. I wish I could live in that perfect world where all my problems got solved just cus I changed my pronouns and started hormones, but I don't.
That said: I don't think I'd trade it for the world. I love being a man. I love that my anxieties and hangups are more congruent to that of the average joe than anyone else. I love when other men trust me enough to ask me for help. I love that women feel anxious about my silence during our shared time together, and when they finally get me to open up I admit "I was just thinking about whether or not a chimpanzee with a broadsword would win or lose against a snowmonkey with a katana" and feeling the tensity in the air fade and feeling her posture relax when she realizes I'm just another well meaning doofus. I love that my working class masculinity lends to me being more bold and ambitious and outspoken and innovative than that of your typical Wall Street dirtbag or even your average 9-5 middle class faux-intellectual. I love the way little black boys wave at me in public, just instinctively knowing I'm no different than their brothers and fathers. I love that an episode of a prime time family sitcom had an older black woman sitting down with a younger black man and telling him "Working here at Abbott as a young Black man, you are in a unique position. You are also at a crossroads; your students can either fear you or they can respect you. Can’t have both." and I immediately understood and adapted the mindset into my daily life.
Being trans to me isn't so much about having it easier, it's about still having issues-- sometimes even more than before-- but having the energy, courage, foresight, and resources to be able to deal with them this time around. Life is all ups and downs, never all of one or the other, and how committed you are personally to the entire ordeal is entirely up to you.
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for the music ask thing: 5, 9, 11, n 28!!! :D
thanks for sending me these, i was hoping to answer a lot of the music ask questions!! 😁 also topic but i’ve noticed that you often like and support the stuff i draw/write and i appreciate that so much! ❤️ anyways here are my answers! hopefully you’re prepared for a lot of rambling on my part shfksksjc
5. “just like a pill” by p!nk always makes me wanna turn up the volume and sing loudly. now i’m thinking about songs that i wanna turn up loud to sing to versus to dance to…like i wanna sing loudly to “he wasn’t man enough for me” by toni braxton, “beautiful liar” by beyonce and shakira, and “i will survive” by gloria gaynor and i wanna dance to “gimme more” by britney spears, “bootylicious” by destiny’s child, “single ladies (put a ring on it)” by beyonce, and “spice up your life” or “wannabe” by the spice girls lol. oh man and “u can’t touch this” by mc hammer, “it’s tricky” by run dmc, and “hey ya” by outkast are songs i would want to sing AND dance to
9. “thank you for the music” and “honey honey” by abba both make me happy. “the great escape” by boys like girls also is nostalgic and makes me happy whenever i hear it
11. “dreamgirl” by dave matthews band. my parents met at a dave matthews band concert so i’ve grown up listening to a lot of their songs and they’re nostalgic to me, and this one is one of my favorites. “free fallin” by tom petty is another one that’s nostalgic for me and it moves me every time i listen to it. the lyrics “i wanna write her name in the sky/i’m gonna free fall out into nothin'/gonna leave this world for a while” just gets me in the feels for some reason idk
28. ohhh man there’s so many artists whose voice i love so there’s no way i can pick just one lol…i love whitney houston, celine dion, beyonce, mariah carey, ariana grande, adele, lady gaga, adele dazeem idina menzel, and selena, to name a few. for the songs…again, i can’t pick just one but i love “i will always love you” by whitney houston, “it’s all coming back to me now” by celine dion, “listen” and “i care” by beyoncé, “honeymoon avenue” by ariana grande, and “defying gravity” by idina menzel. omg also “macarthur park” by donna summer and “lovin you” by minnie riperton. and lauryn hill’s voice in “killing me softly with his song” (by fugees)
so yeah i'm very normal about music shgksjfkls
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Omggg stop because I love your account😩 I don’t ever do the who’s type but likeee I wanna know
I’m 5’6, Puerto Rican, I have like a little past chin length hair (it sounds like it’s giving lord FARQUAD but it’s giving Spanish mamí from a novela LMFAOAOA) I have it dyed dark red, I’m on the chunky side, long legs, big boobs, tan skin
I have a nose piercing, my smiley pierced, I have four arm tattoos, a tattoo behind my ear, uhhh I wear a gold name plate, gold earrings and rings(sorry I love jewelry)
I love pretty much all music. rn I listen a lot to Lauryn Hill, old reggaeton, old R&B, rap
I love to read and write, I’m both shy and extroverted
Once I get comfy I don’t stfu LMAOAOA.
Oh and I loveeee doing my makeup like a full on glam beat is my thinggggg. I feel like that’s about all I have to offer LMFAOAOAO😭😭😭love ya
Fuck me you sound hot as hell! Defo Chris’s type and my type too hmu bbg 😻😊🫶
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10-20 Songs that give Klena Feels???
Thank you so much for this ask. It was a welcome distraction during the day!
I initially had a few songs in mind and then decided to create an entire playlist.
I'd describe these songs as ones about fucked up love, obsession, possession, jealousy and worship.
For fun, I included one of my favorite lyrics from each song.
Youth - Verite - "Cause I'd waste my time on you, fuck up my life for you."
Church - Aly & AJ - "I need redemption for sins I can't mention."
Holy - King Princess - "Honey on your knees, when you look at me."
King - Florence & The Machine - "I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king. I need my golden crown of sorry, my bloody sword to swing."
Exile - Taylor Swift, Bon Iver - "I can see you staring honey, like he's just your understudy."
Pierre - Ryn Weaver - "I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain. Drank with the devil and forgot my name."
Love and War - Fleurie - "You and I, always in disguises. Lover, hunter, friend and enemy. You will always be every one of these."
The House We Never Built - Gabrielle Aplin - It's like I never left the house we never built."
Killing My Softly With His Song - Fugees, Ms. Lauryn Hill - "Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song."
Haunting - Halsey - "I was as pure as a river, but now I think I'm possessed."
Wolf - First Aid Kit- "Wolf-mother, where you been? You look so worn and so thin." and "Wolf-father, at the door. You don't smile anymore."
You - Greta Issac - Swim through your veins all day and every fiber. Raid your brain and all your desires."
Keep Lying - Donna Missal - "Feed me your fiction. Give me just one taste to sustain this addiction."
Jealous Sea - Meg Myers - "And I don't think I can stop the jealousy. When it comes, it comes in waves and I can't breathe."
Take Me To Church - MILCK - "I should have worshiped her sooner."
A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard - "No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne." and "There's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down. To that king I will bow, at least for now."
House of the Rising Sun - Lauren O'Connell - "It's been the ruin of many a poor girl, and God I know I'm one."
The Wolf - PHILDEL - "The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell. Everyone knows I am going to hell. And if it's true, I'll go there with you."
Mouth - Bush, David Dorrell, Gavin Rossdale - "Made me give, your silver grin, still sticking it in."
If I Could - What I Would Do - Vanesa Daou - "If I could, I'd dive into your dreams. And drown beneath your tears. Swim the deepest sea."
#klena#song vibes#klena feels#klaus mikaelson#elena gilbert#elejahforever#savior of the cursed and the damned
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A trip to the GaryVee convention, where everyone is part of crypto’s 1 percent
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Gary Vaynerchuk (left) spent hours taking selfies with fans.
Hype and hustle at Gary Vaynerchuk’s NFT conference
Wyclef Jean is trying his best to get the crowd hyped. He’s making his way through some of the biggest hits of his career — “Hips Don’t Lie,” “Killing Me Softly With His Song” — while blue and green lights sweep across the stadium. But it’s not exactly a wild crowd. Some people stay seated. Others stand still, silently recording the stage. To the side, people take turns tossing bean bags into cornhole boards on top of a carpet of fake grass.
Then, it’s like a switch has been flipped. The crowd suddenly erupts in cheers and screams. Phones shoot into the air at rapid speed. People who had otherwise been near-motionless crane their necks, clamoring to see the stage. One man jumps up on top of a folding chair, loses his balance and falls, then scrambles back up for a better view.
Jean had shouted out the Fugees repeatedly over the course of the night — had Lauryn Hill just come out? Had TLC made it after all, following a last-minute cancellation?
The audience, there in theory for a weekend of panels and talks about crypto, NFTs, and business, was instead going wild at the emergence of a nondescript middle-aged man wearing a flat brim hat, beige hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. Most people likely wouldn’t be able to tell him apart from the average sales floor employee selling streetwear at a Zumiez store. But over the course of the four-day conference, as celebrities, influencers, and a new class of tech oligarchs came and went, it was clear the big names — and the conversations they would lead — were just a sideshow. The crowd was here for him.
Vaynerchuk addresses conference attendees.
Gary Vaynerchuk has sold a lot of things. His origin story typically begins with his experience selling wine at his father’s New Jersey liquor store, and later, making wine-tasting YouTube videos back when that felt new and exciting. He’s written several books, invested in tech companies, leads an advertising agency (VaynerMedia), co-founded a sports agency (VaynerSports), and launched his own wine company.
But mostly Vaynerchuk — who goes by GaryVee online — vies for your attention through an unyielding stream of in-your-face, motivational content that promises the secrets to a better life. Vaynerchuk peddles a particular kind of rise-and-grind, how-to-win-at-life positivity that has become so ubiquitous online that it feels part of the very fabric of social media influencing. Falling somewhere between a Tony Robbins-esque self-help coach and a brash company executive, Vaynerchuk’s persona is like an inspirational poster you might find on a wall of an elementary school, but with profanities: “FUCK IT, JUST BE YOU.”
Logan Cudlip, a 21-year-old college student, has been following Vaynerchuk online since he was around 16 years old. Vaynerchuk became a father figure in his life, Cudlip says, after his grandfather died when he was a teenager. The incessant stream of forceful encouragement via videos eventually became a comfort.
“I was just in a dark place and I was spending a lot of time on my phone alone,” Cudlip says. “It was just like, having this voice there every single day, 10 times a day, pumping out all this content constantly, reminding me, ‘You got this. Do it. Look at me.’”
Vaynerchuk’s come-up is also inextricable from making money, and specifically, finding shortcuts to make more money more efficiently. Many people know him as the guy who goes to garage sales, talks people down a few dollars, and, while walking away with mugs and toys and electronics, boasts about how much he can resell the items for on eBay. The blending of self-help and profit is what gets you video titles like, “The Secret to Making More Money is to Stop Chasing it,” and “When a Millionaire Gets Excited About Making $5.” Internalize Vaynerchuk’s ethos, the content seems to promise, and you’ll ascend above the struggles and daily grind that’s making you unhappy.
Vaynerchuk has called his NFT collection a “culmination of his life’s work”
In May 2021, Vaynerchuk had a new proposition for his followers: he’d spent hours hand-drawing dozens of animals as part of a new NFT collection he was calling VeeFriends. The simplistic, almost childlike creations came with a compelling offer to fans. Buy an NFT, and you’d get access to Gary. For a select few, that might mean the chance to have dinner with Vaynerchuk or participate in coaching sessions. And all holders of the more than 10,000 tokens would get to attend three annual conferences called VeeCon.
Vaynerchuk has called his NFT collection a “culmination of his life’s work,” and in many ways, VeeCon and VeeFriends feel like GaryVee in his final form. A 10,000-person conference would put to the test every skill and relationship Vaynerchuk has honed: a network of celebrities and influencers to call upon, his knack for selling just about anything, and a promise to his fans to deliver what he called “the best conference of all time.”
Practical Peacock is one of the characters drawn by Vaynerchuk that became his VeeFriends NFT project.
Though Cudlip is a longtime fan and says Vaynerchuk was his entry into Web3, VeeFriends and VeeCon had been out of reach for him. VeeFriends prices started at 2.5 ETH (around $5,300 at the time), and as a student on a full ride, he says he simply couldn’t afford the asking price.
But when we speak on the phone in May, the week before VeeCon 2022, Cudlip has just hit his own personal jackpot: a VeeFriends holder unable to attend the conference had donated their ticket to Cudlip. He booked an $85 flight to Minneapolis, the site of the first VeeCon, and arranged to stay with a friend in the area.
It’s a dream come true for Cudlip, and attending at all feels like a miracle. (When we spoke, VeeCon tickets on the resale market had dropped in price significantly, from a peak of $3,400 to around $400.) He wants to meet his boss in real life, who will be at VeeCon, and plans to hang out with other attendees who received donated tickets. And of course, he’d like to meet Vaynerchuk.
“I’m literally seeing my life transform before my eyes,” Cudlip says. “And it’s because of Gary’s constant motivation to just like, ‘Go do it. Go try it, don’t give up.’”
The US Bank Stadium in Minneapolis is home to the Minnesota Vikings.
VeeCon 2022 is being held at the US Bank Stadium, a sprawling, roughly 70,000-person venue where the Minnesota Vikings play. When I arrive on Friday morning around 8:30AM, it looks comically large for the event — giant screens and speakers are suspended beneath the glass atrium, and the purple stands surrounding the field are almost completely empty. The final attendance tally for the weekend is just under 7,000 people, about a tenth of the venue’s capacity.
VeeCon is branded as a “superconference” focused on business, marketing, community building, and more, but the actual event is arranged more like a music festival. A large stage has been constructed on the field with a sea of folding chairs set up in front, where headlining panels and musical performances will take place. There’s a modest Ferris wheel on one side, food trucks parked along the perimeter, and EDM is blasting. It smells like steak, and smoke machines lining the stage fill the near-empty stadium with a haze that will linger all weekend.
As I wander around the stadium on the first morning, a disorganized mass of people has formed around a merch table, tucked into a corner of the field. A worker yells at the group to get back as the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd elbows and squeezes their way to the front before limited edition apparel sells out. One couple I meet tells me they spent $1,400 between the two of them buying T-shirts, tie-dye hoodies, and other items. I later learn that when the doors opened that morning, a mob of people descended on the merch table, racing down the stadium steps and creating a chaotic and dangerous scene — pandemonium for a physical reminder they attended a metaverse event.
Vaynerchuk will spend around 16 hours doing selfies, autographs, and meet-and-greets over the course of the conference
While the main stage is on the field, other attractions — like a “flea market” in tribute to Vaynerchuk’s reselling hustle — are set up throughout hallways on the main entry level, where attendees must climb a huge wall of stairs to reach them. Side stages are tucked into suites and other event spaces so hidden throughout the stadium that they require directions from multiple event staffers, making it feel like you’re in a honeycomb, buzzing around and looking for something to do. Pixelated VeeFriends characters wrap throughout the stadium on digital banners as a persistent reminder of why we’re all here.
Color coordinated attendees.
Attendees in matching doge and Snoop Dogg onesies.
VeeCon attendee Ali Pasqual shows off her selfie video with Vaynerchuk.
The Gary Selfie Station proves to be both the busiest area and the best for people-watching. On any given day during the conference, a long, snaking line of people assembles in preparation for Vaynerchuk, with fans waiting hours to meet him. Vaynerchuk will spend around 16 hours doing selfies, autographs, and meet-and-greets over the course of the conference, meeting people into the night.
The evening before, at an outdoor welcome party hosted by VeeCon organizers at a park outside the stadium, the line to see Vaynerchuk wound around the grassy field, and hoards of onlookers crowded around the tent watching other people get their brief encounter with him. The crowd took selfies with Vaynerchuk in the background smiling arm in arm with someone else; they livestreamed from the side, describing the swarm of people; they attempted to get Vaynerchuk’s attention with tokens of appreciation, like custom sneakers or a photo of a 200-foot portrait of his face drawn on a beach.
The line, fans say, is worth it. In the stadium full of thousands of people from around the world, almost entirely maskless, Vaynerchuk doesn’t shy away from close contact. He gives out tight, prolonged hugs to a stream of thrilled strangers, telling countless people, “I love you.” He listens intently to personal stories of failure, joy, and uncertainty, making eye contact with everyone who comes through. People hand him wine bottles, hats, clothing, trading cards, their own arm, and even a baby to autograph. (Vaynerchuk signed the baby’s shirt.) And after they’ve had their moment with him — captured, of course, via photo or video — fans join the crowd surrounding the selfie area to watch Vaynerchuk do it all over again with someone new.
At a welcome party hosted by VeeCon organizers on May 19th, Vaynerchuk autographed a baby’s T-shirt.
One of the people who waited in line to meet Vaynerchuk is Ali Pasqual, and unlike most attendees, it’s easy to pick her out in the crowd. First, she’s a woman. She’s also dressed in a silky purple top, a purple pencil skirt, and a perfectly white cowboy hat with matching boots in a sea of T-shirts and jeans.
The VeeCon crowd is overwhelmingly male — I’d estimate around 90 percent — and appears to largely be between the ages of 25 and 45. (VeeCon organizers told me they did not collect demographic information besides where attendees were traveling from.)
Though most attendees are white, Vaynerchuk fans are more racially diverse than an outsider might suspect, perhaps a testament to the cross-cultural potency of his bootstrapping, hustle ethos, presented as a lifeline that feels viable in a time of immense income inequality between the very rich and everyone else.
“I bought my VeeFriend basically because [Gary] told me to.”
Pasqual, who’s from Rhode Island, discovered Vaynerchuk about two and a half years ago when she was trying to leave her full-time job working in the jewelry industry. Other motivational and self-help coaches weren’t doing the trick to help her level up her career. Then Pasqual heard about Vaynerchuk and has been “hooked” ever since — she quit her full-time job and now owns a small jewelry business, and wants to design for the metaverse in the future. Pasqual planned out her VeeCon trip well in advance, making arrangements to have people looking after her daughter while she travels alone for one of the first times in a while.
“I am in like, complete struggle mode right now,” Pasqual says. “But I don’t regret it because I was so miserable.”
While Vaynerchuk himself is the main draw, the VeeFriends NFT series is the catalyst for VeeCon, and the conference is ostensibly meant to bring metaverse believers together. There are standard sights you’d expect from an NFT event — the Bored Ape Yacht Club t-shirts, whispers of what might be airdropped to attendees — but even when it comes to the technology, Vaynerchuk’s influence is irrefutable. Many people I speak to say they learned about NFTs from Gary.
“I bought my VeeFriend basically because he told me to,” Pasqual says. “I was like okay, I trust what he’s saying completely.”
Despite the optimism inside, VeeCon is happening as the crypto market is tanking and real people are losing real money. Exactly a week before the first day of VeeCon, cryptocurrencies lost $200 billion in value in a single day, according to Bloomberg. Over the days prior, the TerraUSD (UST) “stablecoin,” which was supposed to stay at $1 began to crash, sending its corresponding Luna token into a death spiral until it was near-worthless. Weeks later, Ethereum still hasn’t recovered its lost value.
A flea market vendor sells pop culture memorabilia.
Attendees try their hand at art during a welcome party hosted by VeeCon organizers.
In the lead-up to VeeCon, some of Vaynerchuk’s predictions about the value of his own NFTs proved to be wrong, too. When holders of the original VeeFriends were given their free VeeCon ticket, which is a separate NFT, the artwork for the new token was still a secret. Vaynerchuk hyped up the tokens by suggesting the floor price for tickets would only increase after the art was made public.
“Feel sad for those who sold under 2 [ETH],” Vaynerchuk wrote in late March on Discord, after hearing some owners had let go of their NFT ticket. “Makes me sad that every darn time people underestimate.”
But instead of upping the value, ticket prices went in the opposite direction after art was revealed. Tickets were trading at around 1.7 ETH prior to the unveiling, according to OpenSea, but in just a few days the average price had dropped to 0.6 ETH. Some attendees paid thousands of dollars for their ticket. Others paid a few hundred. And those that weren’t planning on attending but were holding on to a ticket — waiting for the value to crack a ceiling and sell — had to eat the losses.
Most VeeFriends holders I speak to insist personally profiting off of their Vaynerchuk NFTs is not a concern for them. Instead, they’ve come to VeeCon to meet and network with other people, hear from celebrities, and immerse themselves in the language and culture of entrepreneurship and do-or-die positivity.
VeeFriends holders and Vaynerchuk fans have a shared language, and patterns quickly begin to emerge over the course of interviewing dozens of people of different ages, races, and backgrounds. Nobody will admit to buying a VeeFriend to try to make money. Instead, they recite talking points that are common among NFT communities broadly, but also some that can be traced back to Vaynerchuk directly: Gary always says, “Don’t overextend yourself financially.” The market might be down, but it will bounce back. 99 percent of projects will go to zero. VeeFriends, they’re confident, will be one of the few exceptions.
VeeFriends characters circled the stadium.
Athena Cauley-Yu, who runs a stationery shop in Bath, England, is a rare attendee who is direct about purchasing a VeeFriend with the intention of flipping it for more money. When I find Cauley-Yu, she’s sitting alone in front of the main stage, wearing an intricate headpiece made of cardboard that looks like a bug. She’s covered in red, black, and yellow spandex and has attached a sheer, glimmering strip of fabric to her wrists, resembling wings.
“I’m Hot Shit Hornet,” she says, referencing the name of one of her VeeFriend characters. VeeFriends was her first NFT, and she resisted the urge months ago to sell one when the value peaked at $80,000. Now, Cauley-Yu is too attached to her digital drawing to let it go — she tells me she’d almost rather see it be worthless than spike in value, lest the temptation to sell gets the best of her.
“There’s pride and peacocking in having a VeeFriend,” Cauley-Yu says. “I love Gary anyway, so it’s nice being close to him [through VeeFriends].”
Most of the celebrities who Vaynerchuk has tapped to speak at VeeCon — Snoop Dogg, Eva Longoria, Mila Kunis, Liam Payne, and more — have launched NFT projects or have made crypto part of their brand identity.
Hours of panels are scheduled throughout the weekend.
Wyclef Jean performs at VeeCon on May 20th, 2022.
Panels are snappy 25-minute blocks and range in topics from “Getting Really Famous Really Fast” to “Empowering Women in Web3.” Attendees are at least mostly attentive, especially for big names like Pharell and Logan Paul, who an organizer tells me is the speaker who seems to elicit the biggest response, besides Vaynerchuk. The conversations have some practical advice mixed in, but often feel more like motivational rallies, with vague calls to “build in bear markets” and “change the world.”
The headlining performer on Saturday evening is Miguel, who — surprise! — has just announced his own involvement with a Web3 company. Besides the occasional shoutout to Vaynerchuk, crypto, and NFTs, it’s like any other concert. In the roped-off area for press and other audience members with special access, men around me are being a little bit ruder than they perhaps normally are, angling to get a better view of the stage.
At one point, Miguel begins a call and response during one of his songs for the women in the crowd: “Ladies only, say, ‘I wanna fuck all night,’” he says in earnest. From where I’m standing, it’s dead quiet.
All of Vaynerchuk’s work serves this same purpose: to create the perception that the distance between himself and his followers is razor-thin; that he’s here with you, right now, speaking your language. To do this, he pulls from what seems like a bottomless well of himself that would test the patience and endurance of celebrities much more famous than him.
“My favorite thing so far is actually just watching Gary interact with everybody that’s standing in line and standing and waiting for hours,” says attendee Wade Turner. “Just to genuinely and authentically connect with people one on one has been pretty inspiring.”
Vaynerchuk is recorded at all times, and a gaggle of videographers, photographers, and associates orbit around him, capturing his every move: Gary walking, Gary waving, Gary taking interviews, Gary talking with his family. It’s often easier to spot the entourage that surrounds Vaynerchuk than it is him — just follow the cluster of buzzing associates, and you’ll find Gary in the middle. The footage isn’t just for the sake of documenting the conference — it will be reused (and reused, and reused) for future content. In fact, within hours of VeeCon’s kickoff, videos are already trickling out.
Vaynerchuk and girlfriend Mona Vand walk through the event space.
The first thing I notice, sitting down with Vaynerchuk during VeeCon, is that he is much quieter than his on-camera persona — at times, he’s almost whispering. Stripped of a giant stage and screaming fans, he is welcoming and warm, yet decisive and unrelenting, as if he’s working to convince everyone in the room of what he’s saying, including himself.
We are in a private area behind the main stage, and a crew of people is hovering around us: associates, videographers, people peering down at their phones, doing some very urgent job. He softly brushes his knuckles against my hand several times during our chat as he emphasizes points about the blockchain, intellectual property, and VeeFriends.
“For me with VeeFriends, I’m not a technologist,” Vaynerchuk says. “I’m not here trying to build tech stacks or new blockchains or lower gas fees. I’m trying to use the current technology as a catalyst to building out impact.”
The impact in question, Vaynerchuk told press at an earlier lunch, was to make the world a better place. VeeFriends are named after human traits Vaynerchuk values: “Tenacious Turkey,” “Joyous Jellyfish,” “Fuck You Monday Mole.” The business plan, as far as I can tell, is to give his characters the Disney treatment — merchandise, board games, children’s books — and use them to encourage people to be less shitty.
Vaynerchuk in VeeFriends gear.
“I’m very happy as a human being. I want more people to be happy,” he tells me. “I think that there are some tried and true traits that we’ve really gone away from. I have huge ambition to have VeeFriends be a catalyst for civility.”
Unlike the Bored Ape Yacht Club project, which grants character usage rights to holders of the NFT, Vaynerchuk retains the rights to his VeeFriends characters. The value of a VeeFriend is that it’s tied to the conference this year and the next two annual events, as well as the more exclusive opportunities like dinner or coaching sessions with Vaynerchuk — a new way to monetize and systematize his relationship with followers.
The high-profile nature of VeeFriends and VeeCon — Vaynerchuk estimates he’s made around $100 million in revenue in the first 15 months and says conference spending is in “the high seven figures” — has ripple effects across his other ventures.
“I think that Gary’s brand has a tremendous halo effect on VaynerMedia and thus VaynerNFT, really giving him the permission to launch so many new different companies,” Avery Akkineni, president of VaynerNFT, told me later.
I ask Vaynerchuk what accountability looks like in the space. Brands, celebrities, and other crypto hype people are convincing a segment of the public that their digital assets have inherent value, even as projects fall off, floor prices tank, and the scams keep coming.
“Accountability is the most important trait on this earth,” he says. But he emphasizes that it goes both ways, for the NFT creators and the customers.
“Tomorrow, any brand on Earth can add value to the token they issued last year. … If you’re a Fortune 500 brand, you’re not going to let a project sit in limbo so that the audience, journalists, social media, can shit on you. You’re going to provide value to it if you’re halfway smart.”
And as for the people who buy NFTs? You should be in this for the long haul.
“Somebody’s accountability on holding the token: don’t sell it,” Vaynerchuk says.
Vaynerchuk has created a perch for himself within the NFT space where he can be both a cautionary voice and the ultimate booster. He repeats the mantra that 99 percent of NFT projects will go to zero, for example, and that the community is in greed and gold rush mode. He also assures ordinary people — college students, small business owners, moms, veterans — that this technology will change their lives forever, and that this is what it feels like to be in on the future early.
At the press junket the day before, I asked Vaynerchuk what made VeeFriends any different from the tidal wave of NFT projects vying for attention. “Great question,” he said, and took a beat before responding.
“Me.”
Attendees exchange contact information via the VeeCon app.
A booth at VeeCon hosted by the Creature World NFT project.
By Sunday, the final day of VeeCon, the stadium crowd has fallen into a comfortable rhythm. The smoke machines roar on, making my eyes bloodshot, and attendees trickle in at their leisure and wait in a coffee that stretches down the hallway. On the main stage, Snoop Dogg closes out the programming to a full audience, cracking jokes to a crowd emboldened by a weekend of reassurances that Web3’s takeover is inevitable. Finally, Vaynerchuk emerges one last time to send off the thousands he’s brought together.
“My intent for all of you is always and forever going to be phenomenal.”
In a wandering, sermon-like 20-minute speech, Vaynerchuk leads the crowd through cheers for everything from being happy to NFT education to, in an impassioned segment, the intent behind actions. “Let there be no confusion for this community. My intent for all of you is always and forever going to be phenomenal,” Vaynerchuk says.
The crowd erupts in cheers and whistles when Vaynerchuk promises he’ll bring them along for the ride.
Including fans in his journey often means telling them exactly what he’s doing. In September 2016, Vaynerchuk uploaded a video explaining how he’d execute on a bold claim he’d recently made: that he could earn $100,000 a year selling rocks on the street to people who don’t know him. Step one, he says, is to set up shop in an upper-middle-class neighborhood.
“I would try to market myself as somebody who is creative on top of a rock. I wouldn’t try to sell you a rock because that wouldn’t work.” He goes on: “I would doodle and create on top of rocks and try to sell them.”
Suddenly the rock becomes something more, via marketing, celebrity endorsements, and the patience to let the scheme percolate for a couple of years.
“The doodling on top of them constitutes as art and that becomes agnostic, and then marketing can take over,” Vaynerchuk says. “And then all I need to do is have Leonardo DiCaprio take a picture on his Instagram that he’s bought this rock because it’s art. And then it’s game over. It’s just high school arbitrage. All of it is.”
He would likely make around $36,000 profit in the first year, he warns — but by year two? $100,000, easily.
Vaynerchuk, it turns out, was only partially right. In fact, he’s made much, much more.
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Daniel Humphrey, Professional Yearner: A Playlist
Here it is folks, my fandom magnum opus. There is truly nothing I love more than going through my music library and projecting all over it.
Here is the link to the youtube playlist
Track listings and color commentary under the cut.
image sources: (x) (x)
We Shall Not Overcome - Frank Turner
the thesis of hipster boi from Brooklyn
Because the bands I like / They don't sell too many records / And the girls I like, / They don't kiss too many boys / Books I read will never be bestsellers, / But come on fellows at least we made our choice
Next Up Forever - AJR
ah, yes, the Gifted Kid anthem. Major Inside arc vibes
I wanna be next up forever / Find a way to never hit my peak
Crashin' - Jack's Mannequin
self-described by the songwriter as a "fuck you writer's block!" song
And even if your voice comes back again / Maybe there'll be no one listening
Crimson and Clover - Tommy James & The Shondells
I'll give you three guesses as to what scene this song is about.
Ah, now I don't hardly know her / But I think I could love her
Tumbling Dice - The Rolling Stones
as long as this is a place to share my Daniel headcanons (of course it is, this is my tumblr!), this is one of the first things baby Dan learns to play on guitar. this and Tim Buckley. guitarist!dan my beloved.
Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider / You can be my partner in crime
Talk - Hozier
It's that vibe of "I am very very into you, so I am overcompensating with intellectualism" while still being heartwrenchingly sincere and these LYRICS. I have to share the whole verse. i have to.
I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus / When her body was found / I'd be the choiceless hoping grief / That drove him underground / I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around / And I'd be the immediate forgiveness/ In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me
Dark Blue - Jack's Mannequin
we are in the Derena chapter of first love where everything is beautiful and overwhelming and maybe it hurts but in like, a Good way.
Dark blue, dark blue / Have you ever been alone in a crowded room / When I'm here with you?
Can't Take My Eyes Off of You (I Love You Baby) - Ms. Lauryn Hill
nothing you can say will convince me that Vanessa DIDN'T get Dan into Ms. Lauryn Hill. Cotillion Vibes.
You'd be like heaven to touch / I wanna hold you so much
Butterflies - Samsa
this whole song is just so delightful. and it fuels many a highschool derena hc for me
And I’m not a glass half full kinda guy / Shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
gold rush - tswift
this may be a hot take, but this is a daniel song for me, namely, bc of the lyric below.
I don't like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush...My mind turns your life into folklore / I can't dare to dream about you anymore
Brooklyn, You're Killing Me - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
I had to. also this has that like, summer before senior year vibe in s2
My hand is a braindead magnet / So I keep waking up on fire / Beneath this low rise second city / That's turning good men into liars
Lights - Journey
that scene of Dan and Vanessa on the rooftop? yeah.
So you think you're lonely / Well, my friend, I'm lonely too
All I Want - Walk the Moon
*john mulaney voice* I think Dan Humphrey is a Bisexual.
Maybe if I went out less on the weekend / Maybe if I just didn't exist / Maybe if I was straight, maybe if I was vegan / Maybe if I still had you to kiss
Hold of Me - Dean Lewis
we're really getting into the peak of pining!Dan. aka, 4b/5a Dan.
Then you said, "I need nothing from nobody" / I can see it on your face you're hurting, grab a hold of me
If You Ever Want To Be in Love - James Bay
Wanted to ask if we could have been / But my tongue wouldn't break the seal
Bring It On - The Gaslight Anthem
"It wouldn't to me."
Give me the fevers that just won't break / And give me the children you don't want to raise
Rock & Roll Romance - Frank Turner
You and I could have a rock ‘n’ roll romance... / .... Leave all the loveless lonely behind
Biloxi Parish - The Gaslight Anthem
I will eventually haunt you or you'll eventually be my queen / And I'll be with you through the dark / So that you do not go through the dark alone
Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys
Big Dylan/Claire staircase sex energy here
Maybe I'm too / Busy bein' yours / To fall for somebody new
Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers
Thee song for 5x10 & 5x11. And like—the Eric Clapton AND Jimmy Stewart references????? Makes me go Feral every time.
You couldn’t have / Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody / Who loves you more
You are sick and you’re married / And you might be dying / But you’re holding me like water in your hands
Blue - Joni Mitchell
"I've tried to make it go away, but how do you kill a feeling?"
You know I've been to sea before / Crown and anchor me / Or let me sail away
I've Told You Now - Sam Smith
"I don't want to be your friend, Blair. I want more. I want you."
You know what I mean / It's like walking in the heat all day with no water
Jackie and Wilson [Live in America] - Hozier
I like this live version better because there's this excited, giddy kind of energy in how mr. hozier plays it live that I think is very Dan.exe has stopped working (end of 517 and beginning of 518)
'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done / I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young
Cosmic Love [Unplugged] - Florence + the Machine
the fact that they had Florence on the show and used her as background noise for b*n d*n*v*n is a CRIME. anyway this poetry is so Dan
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
Good Feeling - Violent Femmes
Won't you stay with me / Just a little longer? / It always seems like you're leaving
If You Don’t Wanna Love Me - James Morrison
You can’t push me too far / There’s no space in my heart / Where I don’t wanna love you
I’m Ready - Jack’s Mannequin
the song for Daniel Humphrey, self-saboteur
And every word you say, say something sweet / ‘Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth
Get Hurt - The Gaslight Anthem
Have you come here to get her? / Have you come to take her away from me?
And maybe you needed a change or maybe I was in the way
Lover, You Should've Come Over - Jeff Buckley
nothing makes me feel like this bridge does.
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder... / All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... / All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... / She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Fool for Love - Lord Huron
I was born to lose 'cause I’m a fool for love
Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac
I couldn't make this without at least one spiteful season 6 Dan song. like. I MEAN:
You'll never get away from the sound / Of the [one] that loved you
Broken Heart - Motion City Soundtrack
this song is a nod to scorned Dan turning evil in s6
I'll devise the best disguise / A brand new look and take them by surprise / They'll never guess what's not inside
Chaos and Clothes - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Lovers leave chaos and clothes / In quiet corners where you rarely ever go / One day you find proof she was real /Despite your struggle to forget
Never Going Back Again - Fleetwood Mac
She broke down and let me in / Made me see where I'd been
Writer in the Dark - Lorde
added at a rec from an anon because they absolutely right
I am my mother’s child, I’ll love you ‘til my breathing stops
Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell
I've looked at love from both sides now / From give and take, and still somehow / It's love's illusions I recall / I really don't know love / At all
If I Can’t Have You - Sara Bareilles
recently had the epiphany that Amidst the Chaos IS a Dan album
I have to do my best to recall / That I’m thankful that I held you at all
All My Heroes - Bleachers
Into focus I'll be coming / Into focus I'll be waiting / Into focus I'll be dreaming / Into focus I'll be something better yet
Even If it Kills Me - Motion City Soundtrack
I'm really not as stubborn as I seem / Said the knuckle to the concrete
The Promised Land [Broadway]- Bruce Springsteen
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode / Explode and tear this whole town apart / Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Heroes and Songs - Brandi Carlile
the "letting go of Serena" song
I love you my friend - my dear means to an end / But you're not in my dreams anymore
She Loves You - Gaslight Anthem
The opening verse references two major streets in Brooklyn, so.
I've been down / I've been out / Had my head and my heart kicked around
St. Christopher Is Coming Home - Frank Turner
Lonely Boy is a self-imposed title sometimes
And at the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone / When I'm in town
Sleepwalkers - Brian Fallon
And I saw her last night with a handsome young man / She was perfect to me, is she perfect to him? / And, Mama, she was famous in my dreams
Black and White Movies - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
Are you home tonight? / Are you laying in bed watching black and white movies? / All alone tonight / Do you ever rewind to the summer you knew me?
Like a River Runs - Bleachers
And I've played the victim for a long long time / And I wanna grow up / From the rhythm of a young, from the rhythm of a younger heart / It leads just like a river runs
Surrender - Walk the Moon
And tell me how it ends / I'd do it all again / For one more minute / One more night
Halloween - The Gaslight Anthem
how to not paste ALL the lyrics to this song? It’s Dan Humphrey, scourge of high society, and Yearning, and locking eyes across the crowded room, and just…these lyrics make me insane.
And I hate these things but I always attend / A little sip of something to take off the edge / And I make my way through the ghosts in the room / Trying to crack a smile
I think I saw you for the flash of a moment / Your broken heart and the body that holds it … I’ve never been right, have you ever been lied to? / I think I just saw the same scars upon you
Hostage - Jack's Mannequin
I don't want your ransom / Just say you'll never leave
Let Your Heart Hold Fast - Fort Atlantic
To believe I walk alone / Is a lie that I've been told
Sigh No More - Mumford & Sons
Shakespeare reference? Shakespeare reference
Love, it will not betray you / Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free / Be more like the man you were made to be
Umpqua Rushing - Blind Pilot
another recommendation from anon. It SO fits.
I’ve been a forest burning no direction / I tried to hold you, I tried everything but running
Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers
I would do anything, I would do anything / Whatever you want me to do, I will do / Whatever she wants
Baby Talk - Mick Flannery feat. SON
Real is in the feeling, baby / Nearer then to thee
Heart heavy in the wind / Blown back to you again
You're True - Eddie Vedder
Nothing ever goes my way / But with you here, that all will have changed
Etta James - Brian Fallon
Now Etta James, hit that symphony / 'Cause she drifts through my blood like a remedy... / Like Etta said, my love has come along
Rainy Girl - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
obligatory dilf!dan song!!!!
Sometimes when I'm falling in my dreams / I can feel you falling next to me / I guess we're going everywhere together
Kathy's Song - Simon & Garfunkel
I know that I am like the rain / There but for the grace of you go I
#dan humphrey#gossip girl#playlist#*sue sylvester voice* i am going to create a fandom playlist that is so Long#i feel like I should also tag this#angst with a happy ending#source: macrolit#source: ggcaps#source: ME#that third photo I took#it's a title that crossed my desk at work and my last two brain cells went DAN#this is egregiously long and I will NOT apologize#daniel humphrey professional yearner
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Cold, Part 1
Pairing: Leslie Odom Jr. x Ofc Reader Charlie Lewis (you)
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: Non-profit head Charlie Lewis requests Les in A Box for the New Year. Her best friend Tiffany delivers.
Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, kissing.
a/n: This fic is for @6lackfiction I hope you like it! This will be about 2-3 parts.
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It was your first day back from taking a holiday after New Years.
It was 9 o’clock. And it was cold.
You had arrived early to your Harlem office, spending an hour answering voicemail and answering the emails that you did not consider urgent while you were off.
Current situation: sitting at your desk hyping yourself up for your grind.
You needed something to jumpstart your giving campaign and your vacation had put you behind the 8 ball. But it was well needed. Last year almost put you out of the game and you refused to put yourself last ever again.
You heard the bell on the outer door ring and you thought it was Anna, finally making it in for the day. Having had the office to herself for 20 some days did nothing for your assistant’s punctuality.
You headed out with a bright smile on your face
“Well, it’s about damn time that you got here. This is not the Garden and you are not Lauryn Hill..”
You stopped in your tracks as you saw that it was not Anna in the vestibule, and the words died on your lips.
A chuckle and a beautiful smile greeted you which caused your stomach to flip about 100 times.
“I’m sorry I’m late, I got a little turned around.”
“Eeep!” was all you had to say in return as you jumped, and ran back into your office and slammed the door.
You peeked out of the curtains on the plate glass passthrough behind your desk which gave you a view into the lobby.
You stared at him for about 30 seconds before he saw you peeking at him and waved, laughing a little and shaking his head.
You jumped back and flattened yourself against the wall, hoping and praying that he would just leave and forget any of this ever happened.
“I’m gonna fucking kill her…”
You scrambled for your phone on your desk and you dialed up your best friend Tiff, who was a casting director for one of the biggest production companies in the country.
“Tiffany Ann Seymour. What in thee hail….”
She just laughed at you, and then played coy.
“Whatever in the world are you going on about, Charlie?” But you knew her all too well.
“What the fuck do you mean, what am I going on about?”
You heard Anna as she entered the office, and her excited tone as she greeted the guest.
You peeked back out into the vestibule, the visitor distracted by Anna who was offering him a seat and some coffee as she put her stuff down.
“You are so excitable, and it’s just your first day back at work, Chuck. I thought you said you were going to be all chill and zen…”
“Listen, I don’t have time for your games, Tiff. Why in the world is Leslie Odom, Jr. in my vestibule right now?”
“Who knows, maybe he’s looking for a worthy cause to put his name behind; maybe he heard that Chrysalis is one of the most dynamic and forward thinking organizations in New York in terms of mentoring inner city youth, and maybe he has heard that you, its founder, are an amazing and visionary young woman.”
You watched as Anna chatted him up and then turned toward your office.
“Cut the shit, Tiff. Maybe you took my drunken New Year’s ramblings and did what I expressly told you NOT to do. Which is mention them to anyone else, ESPECIALLY the man himself.”
You were done with your best friend, and there was probably literal steam rolling out of your ears as Anna opened the door.
She didn’t notice your mood, but just told you who was waiting with wide eyes. You just nodded and shooed her back out as you listened to Tiffany giggle.
“Listen sweetheart. I didn’t tell him EVERYTHING. My ears just perked up when you said you’d like him delivered to you in a box. So, I delivered.”
You quietly seethed and Tiffany sighed. You knew a lot about Leslie. You’d followed his career for years, and also what you could of his personal life.
He was just out of a long term relationship four months previous, and seemed as single as you were. But you trusted no man. He probably had loads of hoes.
“Look, All he knows is that you are amazing, because he did his googles, and that you need a celebrity to give your organization the push it needs. That’s it. He doesn’t know that you’d like to drop to your knees and…”
“OKAY TIff!”
You said it a little too loudly, peeking out the curtain again to see Leslie and Anna looking at your door. You had to calm down.
“I will deal with you later.”
“Yes! Tell me all about it. Drinks at Ché. 5:30.”
“See you there, Tiffany,” you grumbled as you hung up.
You sat down and took a breath, then went over to the mini fridge in your office and grabbed a bottle of water and drank.
Next, you went into your private restroom and checked your appearance in the mirror.
Your brown skin was glowing and tinged red at your embarrassment, but your curls were popping and your minimal makeup still flawless.
You vowed to be nothing but fly in the new year, so you wore a sexy bustier over your dress jeans which highlighted your best feature, but which was covered with a professional blazer.
If there was one day to meet the man you’d risk it all for, it was today.
You applied some lip gloss, took another deep breath and made your way back out to the vestibule.
“Mr. Odom. Charlene Lewis.”
You extended your hand toward him as you introduced yourself in your best business voice.
“So glad to meet you! Sorry about earlier, I was confused about my schedule this morning and I wanted to be sure it was cleared for you.
You smiled at him as he rose. For a split second, he just stood there blinking at you.
“Call me Les…” He couldn’t help but stare at you. You were absolutely gorgeous.
He’d seen you for a hot second earlier while you freaked out at seeing him there. Tiffany said it would be a surprise, but he didn’t expect you to act like a fan girl.
Still, he couldn’t be sure if he’d imagined how good you look because you ran back to your office so fast.
You cleared your throat and he snapped out of his own fan girling.
“Oh shit. Sorry.”
He took your hand in his and then the spark happened. Despite the electricity, you held on for a moment, until Anna spoke.
“Awwww look, you’re matching! Can I get a pic?”
You looked at Les, who was casual in a yellow hoodie and dark jeans which highlighted his beautiful skin brilliantly.
His hoodie matched the tone of your yellow and black blazer perfectly. You smiled as you two moved closer together.
Even though you always wore the highest possible heels you could stand because you were so short, you were still shorter than he was.
You leaned close as Anna snapped some pics, inhaling the intoxicating scent of him as one hand went around your waist and the other pointed at you for the pic.
Damn, you had to remain professional.
Leslie could hug Anna for suggesting the pictures. He pulled you close to him, enveloped in the scent of vanilla and jasmine.
Leslie stepped back, still in a daze from you, his head swimming. It had been too long since he’d been near a woman, he thought. He was too susceptible to an attractive being.
He had to remain cool.
“Don’t post those anywhere Anna. Send me the copies, and if Mr. Odom joins our team, I will post to social media.”
Anna smiled. Her Boss Lady was back.
“Yes Ma’am.”
You turned and marched toward your office.
“This way, Mr. Odom.”
Damn. Your backside was as pleasing as the front of you.
“Please, have a seat.”
You motioned to the chair in front of your desk as you took a seat behind it. You had never been so grateful for four and a half feet of wood in your life.
“So. Mr. Odom. I spoke with Ms. Seymour just now. She said you were looking for worthy causes to attach yourself to. For PR purposes.”
That wasn’t exactly what Tiff said, but you didn’t have time to front, no matter who was sitting in front of you. Chrysalis deserved more.
Leslie leaned back, crossed his legs and raised his chin, ready to take all that you had to give.
“That’s not exactly what I relayed to her. I want to do more for my community, Ms. Lewis, and Tiffany told me about you. And Chrysalis. I was intrigued.”
Even though you were both polite, you both knew that you were both challenging each other. The fire in both your eyes matched.
“And call me Les.”
You raised your eyebrow at him as you leaned back and crossed your arms. Leslie used all of his actor’s training to keep his eyes on yours.
“Chrysalis is a special program, Mr. Odom. It began when I was a freshman at Spelman in Atlanta…”
Before you knew it, it was 11:45 and you had spent almost two hours talking with Leslie about your baby, your life: your mentoring program for underserved youth.
Your phone beeped.
“Ms. Lewis, I’m reminding you of your lunch with Alderman Reese at 12:30.” Anna broke into your conversation.
If you didn’t know any better you would say that Leslie looked disappointed.
He stood and you walked him out of your office to the front door.
“I look forward to working with you and assisting with your next event, Ms. Lewis.”
You smiled at him. “Call me Charlie.”
“Only if you call me Les.”
You stood there grinning at each other.
“212-555-1436.”
You stared at him like he had two heads.
“For the pictures. I want to post some as well. Forward them to me.
And then he was gone. As soon as the door closed, Anna started squealing.
“Awwww shit, Charlie! He is so fine in person… And he gave you his number!”
You hid a smile as you walked back to your office to get your coat and purse for lunch.
“It’s all in the business of service, Anna. No big deal.
“Hold it down, Anna. I should be back by 2.”
You walked to Slyvia’s on a cloud, not registering the cold.
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By the time, 5:30 rolled around, you were ready for a drink. It had been a roller coaster of a day, from meeting Leslie that morning, to wrangling a promise of a shot at a grant from the City over lunch. You left it all on the court today.
You ordered your second whiskey sour as you sat at the bar at Che’s. This was your favorite spot for drinks, snacks and music and it was where you let your hair down.
The 2000’s r & b music was booming and your shoulders were shaking. Your smile was wide and your vibe was right. You felt like you were winning as the liquor warmed you up.
—-
Leslie walked into the spot, dressed for the evening in a cream sweater. He scanned the place, looking for who he was meeting, when he spotted a dream.
There you were, in just your black bustier and jeans looking like a four course meal. He put two fingers to his lips and kissed them up to God.
—-
“Let me guess. You were supposed to meet Tiffany here?”
You froze, that voice unmistakable. Goosebumps rose on your skin. Must have been the cold.
You turned around, the same look on your face as this morning.
Les took in your wide eyes and surprised pout as he ordered a drink.
“Jameson’s. Neat.”
You gulped your drink, smiling as you shook your head.
“Tiffany Seymour strikes again. I’m gonna fucking kill her…”
You whispered it under your breath, but Les could still hear you.
He smiled at you, this time bodly letting his eyes roam your body as he leaned on the bar and waited for his drink.
You noticed Leslie’s gaze, and you weren’t mad. The goosebumps were replaced with the hard peaks under your bustier as you turned fully toward him.
“Hey. Les. My eyes are up here.”
Leslie tore his eyes away from your cleavage and met your stare. Why was he not surprised when he didn’t see anger there, but amusement?
It did little for his propriety that you were fingering the top of your bustier, distracting the eye to your fabulous breasts.
“Sorry, I was admiring your ring.”
His smile told a different story.
You looked down at the oval onyx ring on your left hand.
“Thanks. It was my father’s”
You held your hand out on the bar and admired it as well. You smiled at the memories.
Leslie reached out and took your hand in his, turning it to see the ring better.
“It’s dope.”
You were both wondering about the electricity you felt earlier that day. And you were both right.
It was still there.
He didn’t let go, even though he wasn’t looking at the ring anymore, but into your eyes.
Before you knew it, you were kissing Leslie Odom Jr. in a bar on 125th street in Harlem.
His hands were at your waist, holding your body flush to him as his lips assaulted yours, opening to nip at your bottom lip and when you gasped, his tongue gaining entrance to your open mouth.
His whiskey flavored tongue danced with yours as his mouth gave you a preview of what all it could do.
Your whimper was only heard by you two, but the entire room had a show of how attracted you were to each other.
Les pushed his pelvis closer and you could feel where this could lead, if you let it.
You pulled away, heart racing and out of breath, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you stared at him
This was not professional and this was not appropriate.
You took a ragged breath as you got yourself together and put your jacket on, making sure your hair was in place.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Charlie, that was out of line.”
He said it to your back as you began to walk out of the bar.
Fuck! He had gone too far. Leslie lamented his forwardness as he watched you go.
You stopped and looked over your shoulder at him.
“Well, are you coming or not? My place is three blocks away.”
The smile you gave him made him quick to pull out a $100 bill and leave it on the counter as he hurried out onto 125th street after you.
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Hope you enjoyed it!
There will be a part two. Let me know if you want to be tagged. ❤️
#leslie odom jr#leslie odom junior#leslie#Leslie Odom jr x reader#Leslie Odom jr. x black reader#Leslie Odom jr. imagine#Leslie Odom jr. fic#Hamilton#hamilfam
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A brief look into some of Mitzi’s playlists
F
in love
Apocalyspe - Cigarettes After Sex / Angels - The xx / No Song Without You - HONNE / Easy - Mac Ayres / Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap / Best Part - Daniel Caesar, H.E.R / Move - Tom Misch / First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes / Flame - Sundara Karma / Step - Vampire Weekend / The World Is Watching - Two Door Cinema Club / Losing Control - Rus / / Comfortable - H.E.R / Baby I’m Yours - Arctic Monkeys / Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar
Poison Me Ivy
songs that inspire poisons
You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore / Lolita - Lane Del Ray / Special Affair - The Internet / All The Good Girls Go To Hell - Billie Eilish / Take Me To Church - Hozier / Dead To Me - Kali Uchis / Pretty Girl - Clairo / Femme Fatale - The Velvet Underground / Feeling Good - Nina Simone / ...Baby One More Time - The Marias / Barbie Tingz - Nicki Minaj / Born To Die - Lana Del Rey / Pray For Me - The Weeknd, Kendrick Lamar / Make Me Feel - Janelle Monae / You’re So Dark - Arctic Monkeys
Sunsets
beautiful songs that make Mitzi happy
(Sittin’ On) the Dock of the Bay - Otis Redding / Last Request - Paolo Nutini / Moonlight On The River - Mac DeMarco / Lay, Lady, Lady - Bob Dylan / Girl From The North Country - Body Dylan, Johnny Cash / The Predatory Wasp Of The Palisades Is Out To Get Us - Sufjan Stevens / Transatlanticism - Death Cab For Cutie / Emmylou - First Aid Kit / My Girl - Otis Redding / Think About it - Otis Redding / (No One Knows Me) Like The Piano - Sampha / Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison / Blackbird - The Beatles / Moon River - Frank Ocean / Old Pine - Ben Howard
Bellissimo
instrumental music to listen to at work
Lacrimosa - Mozart / Femme Fatale II. Hedda Gabler - Gehlert / Suspicion - Roberts / Hungarian Dance No. 5 - Brahms, / The Godfather: V. Love Theme - Rota, / Requiem Mass - Mozart / Death Waltz - Hurst / Experience - Einaudi / Forgotten Lullaby - Mudeth / Once Upon A Dream - Invadable Harmony / Nocturne - Chopin / November - Ritcher / Lucifer’s Waltz - Secession Studios / Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven / Reflections - Hinata
After Midnight
nsfw times
Redbone - Childish Gambino / With Me - dvsn / Sweat - ZAYN / P*$$Y Fairy - Jhene Aiko / Own It - Ella Mai / Freak In You - PARTYNEXTDOOR / Deep - Summer Walker / Run My Mouth - Ella Mai / Call Out My Name - The Weeknd / Tonight - Summer Walker / Slow Dancing In The Dark - Joji / Belong To You - Sabrina Claudio, 6LACK / The Zone - The Weeknd, Drake / Ride For Me - B Young / Timeless - James Blake / Can You Blame Me - Kehlani, Lucky Daye / Elephant In the Room - 6LACK / Toxic - Kehlani / Nuh Time Tek Time - dvsn / All The Time - Jeremih, Lil Wayne, Natasha Mosley
Indulging Sadness
crying alone in her room over her broken heart
Don’t Watch Me Cry - Jorja Smith / The Best You Had - Nina Nesbitt / Cellophane - FKA twigs / Ex-Factor - Ms. Lauryn Hill / So Lonley - Jorja Smith / Undrunk - FLETCHER / None Of Your Concern - Jhene Aiko, Big Sean / I Remeber - Mahalia / Falling - Harry Styles / Giving In - Iris / Fool For You - Zayn / Figues - Jessie Reyez / I Saw You In A Dream - The Japanese House / Like Everybody Else - Lennon Stella / Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac
F You.
angry songs directed at a particular someone
Fuck You - Lily Allen / Truth Hurts - Lizzo / What A Shame - Leyla Blye / I Don’t Fuck With You - Big Sean, E-40 / Smile - Lily Allen / You Should Be Sad - Halsey / Gives You Hell - The All American Rejects / Don’t Call Me Up - Mabel / Night Like This - Kehlani, Ty Dolla $ign / Without Me - Halsey / Thru Your Phone - Cardi B / Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift / She Don’t - Ella Mai, Ty Dolla $ign / Needed Me - Rhianna / Karma - MOD SUN
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Soulful
Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x black! reader
Warning: Swearing
Synopsis: Shoto comes back to a deserted Alliance. Ready to go to his room, he gets the most angelic soulful performance: (Y/n) singing RnB.
Song: At your best (You are Love) by Aaliyah
A/N: This was supposed for Juneteenth but this is the Juneteenth weekend so 🤷🏽♀️. I was just listening to the song and everything came to me lol. So please enjoy! Btw it may be rough, I haven’t edited it.
Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer, @goatsenpaiultimate (wanna be in my taglist? Just message me!💖)
Peace and quiet, this combo hardly appeared together in the Alliance building. Even in the dead of night, occasional snores, riff raffs sneaking around to get a midnight snack, and rush awakening from nightmares were the nightly language on the building. But when this opportunity arose, you couldn’t allow it to escape you like the rise of a super moon for witches to charge their crystals and water. Izuku was the last to greet you off, highly concerned about your health, and the idea of leaving alone in the big building by yourself. You fanned him further to the door, telling him not to worry about your health. Yes, you fell from 200m off of a building but you caught yourself...this time. Recovery girl only said to rest completely for three days and this was your final day before rushing back into the hero scene of UA. With a final push, you ushered him completely out of the building, reassuring him that there was no need to baby you. He finally smiled with reassurance, the soft sunset glare rested on his skin, making highlight every freckle on his glowing skin. Dark green tresses absorbed and reflected the light like a green forest. He finally turned around and ran off but not without a wave and a “Be safe!”, before joining with the rest on their trip to a minigolf center too far from the school. With a sigh, your shoulders dropped, listening into the vacuum-like dormitory, nothing but silence. At that moment you knew what you wanted to do.
It was a party, but only with one person. You ran to the kitchen, music blasting loud and proud of ravishing the cupboards of secret snacks you snuck in since your last trip to the city. It was a typical “white girl finally at home alone scenario” with the overtly loud music but in explicit rap version, breaking out in dance but instead, it’s full-on twerking and sharp bouncing. But finally, the high energy moving died down. From your room, the view of the sunset was ever magnificent once you finally let the sunlight radiate into your room. A sense of nostalgia recreated the room, transforming the scenery to an apartment’s step. The block was bumping with your older cousin’s car 90s rap and RnB while your ears pick up on the argument on if B.I.G or Tupac was better. The cool sensation of the cherry slushie in your hand felt almost too real and your heart turned from the scene. That same sensation brought you back to the present, the snowball turning into a regular bottle of cold water.
It’s okay to admit it, you are a little homesick. So what do you do? Put on some 90s music.
It’s been a while since you’ve listened to 90s RnB. The work never stops and hardly anyone here knew the songs, except for Denki of course but it was all the mainstream ones. So the solution? A 90s RnB marathon. There, the mood was set. Songs of Lauryn Hill, Jodeci, and even Sade broke you into a bunch of musical numbers as you clean your room. Just in time for Shoto to walk into the building
Everyone decided to go minigolf to celebrate the end of exams. Both Shoto and Kastuki, however, were called in by the number one hero for work-study then he left early due to Endeavor getting called in for a “top secret” meeting that would last all day. Not that Shoto wanted to be there in the first place but it was a waste of time to go into the cursed agency and not do anything productive. The Atomic Blonde fumed beside him.
“Why the fuck we arrived only to get shoved back out of the building. You knew he would’ve done this didn’t you?” Shoto could almost see him foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, ready to pounce on anyone in a 5ft range.
“If I knew wouldn’t you think I would be in that meeting currently? Or I wouldn’t have come in the first place? Your lack of common sense is showing.” Bakugo teeth bared harder and his hair comically shot up higher like an intimidated cat.
“Fucking IcyHot! Shut your mouth before I blast you all the way to hell!” A few grumblings carried on until they reached the Height Alliance building. Shoto knew that this evening the dorms would be empty, he was invited to play minigolf after all however Endeavor called them in and wasted his time with his friends and (Y/n).
Yes, (Y/n). Shoto has been confused about his mind constantly separate you from the rest of his friend since you entered the school. He’d stared at you for eons until nudged by Izuku slightly teasing him or Iida reprimanding him about the importance of paying attention in class. But by Gods, you’re just a sight to look at and Shoto is a perceptive tourist. That skin has an ethereal glow to it when kissed by the sun. The way your eyelashes just flutter when you blink it seems like wispy threads of the flowiest dress blowing in the wind. All the images of your face and body slide through his mind like a gallery until Katsuki broke through his trance.
“Oi! Half and Half bastard! Stop dreaming about (Y/n) and come train with me! All the shitheads left so I can finally train without distraction.” The blonde stomped off towards the training area, not waiting on Shoto’s reply. The dual-colored hair boy just sighed and entered the building knowing that he too would like to train rather than wasting time.
Now if a building was empty, would there not be any music playing? That was the thought that had crossed Shoto’s mind as he entered the dorms to put down his suitcase. It was unusual, all of 1A left the building, therefore, no music should be playing. But the melody caught the dual-haired boy off guard, trying to figure out who would leave their music on. Kaminari or Mina could be one of the suspects, maybe they’ve left their Bluetooth on connected to their portable speakers and left them? Shouto hardly knew of that type of technology, regardless, he found himself walking towards the source. His auditory senses were pleasantly confused. The reason being the music was foreign, not similar to the regular beats and melodies of the songs he hears Mina and the girls play or the “Megan” that Kaminari would put on sporadically in the main room. But it was soothing as if touching his heart, addressing his whole being. Thankfully the grand English classes his home-school teachers and the school conducted allowed him to recognize the words of the song. It was addressing him, or maybe someone named “You”. Either way, he carried on to the second floor where a familiar hallway greeted him.
With his excellent detective skills (just simply walking), he found that neither of his suspects where correct; it was actually you. For his current present, he could’ve never been so grateful to be graced by the view in front of him now. Your door was almost completely open but not completely blocking the scene in front of him.
Your entire being encompassed by the fiery sunset, setting tones to your figure, and already radiant skin. It was like watching the clouds part and enters the first celestial spirit commanding herself from the rays of the sun. And he was a repentant worshipper. Your eyelashes batted at the stuffed bear on your made bed, singing to him in the what Shouto deems angelic whispers. Your voice was soft and melismatic as you sang the chorus again.
But at your best, you are love
You're a positive motivating
Force within my life
Should you ever feel
The need to wonder why
Let me know, let me know
Let me know
You carried on singing, swishing your hips as you carried on cleaning your room meanwhile Shout watched from the hallway, wishing he could switch places with the now taunting bear in your dorm room. Little his knowledge, you were dedicating the song to him, the bear a symbolism of him. Your thoughts actually manifesting your crush however not in the way you had hoped. The idea of Shoto smiling as you performed your admiration and love for him was actually occurring without your awareness.
Shoto could feel his heart pumping at a higher capacity and the butterflies in his stomach fluttering in swiveling motions as you stood in the middle of the room, the amber glow cast on every inch of your dorm and on your own figure, finishing the final note with a nostalgic look towards the skies. The sunset casting the lashes on your cheekbone. His eyes widening, making sure to take in all the details of this scene, the mental photograph forever etch into his mind for the upcoming and frequent daydreaming.
As soon he made an inch to escape without being caught, the universe made other plans. His suitcase clattered against the wall he was just leaning on to watch you. Your figure jumped and ran to peer through the door, meeting a heterochromatic gaze. You paled.
“Oh my God, Shoto! I-I didn’t know you were here!” Your face heated up, his own beet red from getting caught stalking you.
“N-no.” He cleared his throat from the shock, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help to watch and listen to you sing. You have a very beautiful voice.” A small smile cast on his lips as he stared straight into your eyes. His words traveled straight to your heart.
‘Lord, if I died right now, I would die mad happy.’ Your thoughts screamed as you replied.
“T-thank you, Todoroki. I didn’t know you could’ve heard me, I thought the song was loud enough.” You peered off to the bottom of your door frame, unable to take the staring any longer.
‘Be still, my beating heart.’ Todoroki carried on with his compliment.
“I’ve never heard of this artist but your voice really sounds angelic with the song.”Your thoughts stopped in shock.
“Shoto, you’re telling me that you don’t know Aaliyah! As in ‘Try Again’ Aaliyah.” He shook his head in confusion.
“What about TLC?” Head shake.
“Mariah Carey?” Head shake.
“Destiny’s Child?!” That was his last strike before you pulled him by the wrist, your intent being to drag in in your room.
“That’s it, we are going to get you musically educated right now.” You declared as his being passed through the door frame, grateful that he gets to spend time with you alone.
You were grateful that he didn’t stalk you a few minutes before “You are Loved” came on. It would’ve been more embarrassing seeing you perform “Anxious” by Ginuwine to the stuffed bear.
#bnha shoto x reader#bnha shoto todoroki#todoroki x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#todoroki shouto#shouto x reader#todoroki x y/n#black reader#todoroki shōto#shouto scenario#todoroki shouto headcanons#todoroki shouto x reader#poc reader#bnha scenarios#mha shoto todoroki#mha shoto x reader#mha shouto#bnha shoto#mha todoroki
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Want to send some incriminating videos to a local police snitch line?
https://y2mate.guru/en5/ (video downloader it’d be a real shame if you used on any of the links below)
MEMES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k85mRPqvMbE (Crazy Frog)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0m03NfrEQ18 (Crazy Frog -- 10 Hours)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HR4hp_-kSI (Numa Numa)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFlcqWQVVuU (Nintendo64 Kid: warning, loud)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMYN4djSq7o (The Llama Song)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uE-1RPDqJAY (They’re Taking The Hobbits To Isengard)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4J9-CQXdPk (They’re Taking The Hobbits To Isengard -- Ten Hours)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6y_2MMS2Os (Smiley Cat)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SaA_cs4WZHM (Dance--I’m a Kitty Cat)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcuL3dFMOIA (Dance--I’m a Kitty Cat -- Ten Hours)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9K8-3PHZOU (HampsterDance; audio only)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cH9rLNxuq0 (HampsterDance 1 Hour Edition; includes video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ (Never Gonna Give You Up)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4_Dojdej2Q (Johny Johny Yes Papa -- One Hour)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYYnQn4SfEo (Get Down)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLdrg9sF0z4 (Get Down -- One Hour)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03x0bU2w9HI (Lucky Star Opening -- anime ver)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieQ1rAIjzXc (Lucky Star Opening -- full song)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A67ZkAd1wmI (Caramelldansen; SEIZURE WARNING)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brwS_ZmVaRc (Caramelldansen -- 10 Hours; SEIZURE WARNING)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mljdpRp41I4 (Hare Hare Yukai)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWaymcVmJ-A (Macarena)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-N1yJyrQRY&t=44s (Leekspin original -- 10 Hours)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZWwqTnqxdk (Leekspin, Vocaloid version)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CW9gK2_bCyk (Leekspin, Vocaloid version -- 10 Hours)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQE66WA2s-A (All Your Base Are Belong To Us; SEIZURE WARNING)
ANTI-POLICE SONGS (Black artists marked with asterisks)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7-TTWgiYL4 (Fuck Tha Police, NWA)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkLxi4Tsm2E (New York City Cops, The Strokes)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhIMtqG4h2g (God’s Cop, Happy Mondays)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8O2ToQ_Dok (Hate The Police, The Dicks WARNING: contains hateful language)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZrAYxWPN6c (Sound of Da Police, KRS-One)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izFckgm5WsM (Cop, Alkaline Trio)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROA6WiPdHe8 (Bang! Bang!, Le Tigre)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7pn6s_HXLg (Mr. Policeman, Rick James)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PScmRiaZhwk (Police Truck, Dead Kennedys)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MGsEaDT8zE (Police Story, Black Flag)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMuL0uHJrv4 (Police On My Back, The Clash)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwELCNMXR2w (Officer, Operation Ivy)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfpwcQnkZTc (Tom Rushen, Charlie Patton; 1929)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-VUV9VcRAQ (Trapped, Tupac Shakur)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQMqWAiWPMs (American Skin (41 Shots), Bruce Springsteen)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifAbti68YYI (Don’t Die, Killer Mike)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWXazVhlyxQ (Killing In The Name, Rage Against The Machine)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWsUZT1YHno (Cop Shot, Dead Prez WARNING: opens with gunshots)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZhY317hwoo (No Knock, Gil Scott-Heron)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_sdubWaY5o (Black Rage, Lauryn Hill; inspired by Ferguson)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xh6RuSNx-V0 (Police Story, Anti-Flag)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smFVm7UIjbg (Fuck Police Brutality, Anti-Flag)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRavlmhK7iw (Police State In The USA, Anti-Flag)
https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-lists/songs-of-black-lives-matter-22-new-protest-anthems-15256/miguel-how-many-33616/ (More options on songs inspired by BLM)
CIVIL RIGHTS ERA PROTEST SONGS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk_dt71ElwY (Only A Pawn In Their Game, Bob Dylan)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF9eC0m4RrA (Mississippi Goddam, Nina Simone)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEBlaMOmKV4 (A Change Is Gonna Come, Sam Cooke)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEgKSj1VHZ0 (R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Otis Redding)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FOUqQt3Kg0 (R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Aretha Franklin)*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bJA6W9CqvE (Say It Loud, I’m Black And I’m Proud, James Brown)*
1960s PROTESTORS AND LEADERS SPEAKING ON CIVIL RIGHTS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP4iY1TtS3s (I Have A Dream, MLK)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oehry1JC9Rk (I Have Been To The Mountaintop; his last speech. MLK)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ph5g0jb8cE (Riots Are The Language of the Unheard--quote, not full speech, MLK)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOWDtDUKz-U (The Other America, MLK; contains the Riots Are The Language quote)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Suw_CQ3zfTY (”I’m Black And I’m Proud”; MLK)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNfAFfu6VD0 (Democracy Is Hypocrisy, Malcolm X)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_uYWDyYNUg (Untitled; Malcolm X speaks on police brutality)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMdDwBliS-o (scene from Malcolm X biopic; Denzel Washington as Malcolm X, “Slave Mind”)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a3hT8f6Kkk (Mini-biography on Malcolm X)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPaBXcEVpOE (Untitled; James Baldwin, discussing the impact of riots and marches)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMdDwBliS-o (scene from Malcolm X biopic; Denzel Washington as Malcolm X, “Slave Mind”)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a3hT8f6Kkk (Mini-biography on Malcolm X)
MISCELLANEOUS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76HRpwJkAX4 (”If We Burn, You Burn With Us” from Mockingjay Part One)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Y1EmA2CU04 (”The Hanging Tree” and growing rebellion scene, Mockingjay Part One)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-gHVGOoE48 (Evey destroys Parliament; protestors overtake police, V for Vendetta)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chqi8m4CEEY (V’s speech; includes “people should not be afraid of their governments” quote, V for Vendetta)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5MkCAwupe0 (Car 54, Where Are You? theme song; show about incompetent police)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m53jnZQP32g (The Policemen’s Little Run; 1907 silent “trick” film)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRlZaSWocQk (Abbott and Costello, “Have Badge Will Chase” from Keystone Kops)
I sure hope you don’t find a way to turn these videos in to local snitch lines. They could cause a lot of problems for good hardworking police officers who just want to terrorize peaceful protestors.
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Would it be appropriate for me to be That Dumb Bitch™ and ask for all of the music asks? Because I know I'm gonna ask them all on Anon anyway and I really love your opinions,thoughts, and suggestions on music
Thank you so much💜 ily(platonically)
And I hope you're drinking water
ILY too anon
We both know I’m drinking Diet Cokes rather than water. But I appreciate it! And of course you can be That Dumb Bitch. I approve of all Dumb Bitches as I am one too. all 30 questions coming right up!
your favorite album opener
I know it’s pretty basic to answer Arctic Monkeys is a good band, but I am pretty basic so here we are. AM is a near perfect album, which is not news to anyone, but few people know that Do I Wanna Know? is the first track on the album. Masterful.
a song starting w/ the same first letter of your first name
Cheat, by Emily Burns. It’s just a quiet, competent, earworm. And it’s a pretty nice message too- if it were me I wouldn’t have cheated, end of. I like it.
a song outside of your usual genre
I’m not super into Metal. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy it, my brother pretty much exclusively listens to hard rock and metal and such, so I have some stuff I like. But it’s just one of those genres someone has to introduce me to songs in. That said, I really like Cold Water by Protest The Hero. Good stuff!
a song that reminds you of your favorite season
Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy is SUCH a Fall song, I swear.
a song from a lifelong favorite artist
I think my lifelong favorite artist is Ms. Lauryn Hill, if we’re going by the artists I’ve loved longest- that’s obviously influenced by my mother, who LOVES Jill Scott, Lauryn Hill, etc. I’m going with a Fugees song, not an independent, but it’s still fantastic- the classic “Killing Me Softly With His Song”.
your current “on repeat” song
Montero by Lil Nas X is still on repeat and I’m not ashamed.
a song your friend introduced you to that you ended up loving
Shout out Anna for introducing me ti Leikeli47! Girl Blunt was the song and now I just love her in general but Girl Blunt is good. I think my fave is Wash and Set though, so have a freebie on me.
a song that speaks the words you couldn’t say
I have a hard time asking for things for myself so Rose’s Turn has always been a song I think but don’t say out loud. Starting now it’s gonna be my turn? Too unrealistic tbh.
a song that captures your aesthetic (can be ideal!)
Bambi by Hippo Campus
a song about the place where you live
I have played Welcome to DC so many fucking times (By Mambo Sauce because this city is a fucking joke) and I am thoroughly sick of it. When youth hockey teams use a song as their warmup song it gets old REAL fast.
a song from an international artist
I LOOOOVE Maluma, sorry not sorry, and El Perdedor is one of my favorite songs of all time tbh.
a song you can scream all the words to
Love In The Morning by Chris Jobe. I just really enjoy the song idk why. Also it’s a very simple song and it’s easy to sing.
a reboot of a song/songs you already loved (remix, mashup, acoustic, etc.)
I love Passionfruit, but Drake is a... problematic artist to enjoy nowadays. Yaeji did a very slow, lilting, quiet cover of it that I quite like. So now for my Passionfruit fix I support a small artist and not, you know, Drake
a song with the name of a place in the title
Oh god. Vienna is literally the name of like 4 songs that I love (The Fray, Billy Joel, Lambert, and Ultravox, so I’ve gotta go with that one tbh. Lambert is instrumental and Ultravox is some chill ass 80′s stuff, and everyone knows the Billy Joel one.
a song that reminds you of traveling
Feel It Still by Portugal the Man reminds me of a trip I took to NYC because someone I went with loved the band.
your favorite childhood song
My favorite childhood song is What Kind of Pokemon Are You? From the 2.B.A. Master album for pokemon. It is my fave because that cd is the first piece of music I ever bought for myself.
a song that reminds you of a good time
Midnight by Caravan Palace. I have seen Caravan Palace three times live, more than anyone but Betty Who, and I ALWAYS have a fantastic time at their concerts. Just. So good.
a song that reminds you of a bad time
Season 2 Episode 3 by Glass Animals is how I describe depression to people- it’s not just that I’m like, blank or sad or bland. It’s that I go through the motions and it doesn’t feel like anything. I do things I love and it feels like nothing. You kind of just can’t do anything to get out of it, your stuff just stops working.
a song from an artist whose old music you enjoy more than their new music
So it turns out that my favorite album by FAR for OkGo is Of The Blue Color Of The Sky, a fairly old album of theirs. I like most of thier stuff and obviously all of their videos are great, but my favorite song of theirs is from this album- Needing/Getting.
a song that empowers you
I like other Lady Gaga songs more but Donatella makes me feel like I can punch through Concrete idk why
a song from a local artist
DID YOU KNOW GINUWINE IS FROM DC. ANYWAYS STREAM PONY
a song you related to in the past and present, but for different reasons
Let’s Dance To Joy Division by The Wombats is a song I’ve always related to. Back in the day it was just loud and fun and very good, and now I really think the message of “Everything sucks but we’re gonna celebrate what we can” is something I try to absorb as much as possible now.
your favorite cheesy pop song
Classic by MKTO is an objectively bad song that I constantly have in my Spotify Wrapped. I legit can’t explain it. Is it good? no. Is it original? Also no. Is it interesting? No! I don’t get it but I’m under the spell
a song from a soundtrack (musical, movie, video game, etc.)
A PROMISE FROM FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES WAS MY NUMBER THREE SONG ON MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED LAST YEAR SORRY MOM SORRY GOD
the song currently stuck in your head OR the song you are listening to right now
My music is on shuffle but it just hit Hot Girl Bummer by Blackbear
a song that taught you a lesson
Which to Bury, Us Or The Hatchet by Reliant K is one of my favorite songs and really is an object lesson in letting things go. What’s more important? The person or the problem? And sometimes it’s the person, so you bury the hatchet, and sometimes it’s the problem, and you bury us (the relationship). It’s a good song imo.
an instrumental song
Teleblister by Clever Girl
a song you always skipped, but ended up loving once you listened to it
My favorite song from The Blessed Unrest by Sara Bareilles is Cassiopeia and I straight up skipped it every time I listened for the first like, 6 months I listened to the album.
your favorite album closer
good kid, m.A.A.d city is a perfect album as well, and Compton is the last song on the album. Perfection.
your all-time favorite song
Such a hard question, and not always easy to answer to be honest. It fluctuates. But for me I think my all time favorite song is currently
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We’re seeing a lot of our brothers get emotional over things and I gotta say that I’m here for it!!
Drake is crying over women who did him wrong, Ye is deliberating his life choices and his family issues with his baby mama. And young brother Baby Keem is reflecting on his life and his family and what it means to go where he’s going after deliberating on where he’s from.. he’s doing it in style too because this video is something…
I guess I’m on my music video wave. But that’s whatever.. I listened to some of Baby Keem’s record last and it was beautiful and just levels of dope. He’s the future and he’s the new wave.. I listened to Die 4 My Bitch earlier this year and I loved it.: I’m hopeful again for men in rap music after losing my hope for awhile.
I mean the gworls have been EATING.. so many dope women rappers have been tearing up the place over the last year and it’s almost like men didn’t know what the fuck to do or say and they were getting mad intimidated — fighting with women, shooting women and doing the fucking most so we weren’t getting any good records. Pastel hair, tattooed faced fucks be damned. That wasn’t good rap. Also, anyone’s name who rhymed with ShaShaby — that shit wasn’t good rap.. honestly no dudes were releasing good rap albums but it’s like Nas and King’s Disease opened up the door for this influx and I’m here for it. I am. Nas’ record had a couple of questionable lines as well, from my female listener’s POV. BUT, he brought out the Queen Ms. Lauryn Hill &&& he got super vulnerable about his place, & his actions as an OG in this rap game and I’m here for it too..
Anyway yo, check out Baby Keem’s new record, The Melodic Blue, out now.
#baby keem#hip hop#music diary#new releases#the melodic blue#Youtube#chantel’s sound diary#music nerds#music journal#choice trax#music dreams#music nerd#new releases that i love
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Pairing: Pardison Fontaine x Black! Thick! OC
Summary: A story with some smut at the end. May give it a part two, I don't know yet.
I don’t know about y’all but that fine ass man right there got my ovaries on LOCK.
I blame my friend, Dom for this. She encourage the whortivity.
Anyway enjoy,☺🥴
The light shined bright on my face, my eyes slightly blinded. Anxiety rested in my chest as I looked over all the people in the stands. So many of them were screaming, pumped up with excitement. So many were screaming my name.
All these people here just to see lil ole me.
I searched through the crowd, hopeful to see his face but I knew he wasn't going to be here.
I wanted to be wrong but what's true is just what it is.
I blinked back my tears as I began with my first song of the night 'Heartbreak'. I started strong, singing my heart out as things went on my lyrics hitting closer to home.
My mama told me to stay away from the industry niggas.
If we both wanted a career, it'd never work she said. I didn't listen because I figured who better to understand me, than someone with my exact goals- we could be an it couple, we could be successful together.
I should've listened.
The year before.
"And you said we'd be late." I teased, taking my bodyguard, Tommy's hand as I stepped down from the car.
"You took your sweet ass time at the Hotel."
"My makeup is a whole regime- one lash out of place and my whole energy is off." I said matter of factually, pleased when he didn’t reply.
I looked up at the radio station, my heart swelling with happiness. I'd never been invited to do an interview before- I've never been famous before either. This year was full of firsts for me and honestly, I'm ready to accept it all.
"Nervous?"
"Not nervous- terrifyingly happy, I'll say."
"Those don't go together."
"A lot of things I do don't but I make it work." He chuckled to my side, his laughter easing my nerves.
Plopping into a chair, I bounced in my seat giving the biggest grin I could to everyone in the room. You could say I was a little too eager.
"We got brand new artist- Sincerity in the building!" He started off cupping his mouth to make an echo effect.
"Wassup y'all!" I said excitedly, my bubbly giggle bursting through.
"I see your animated this afternoon.”
"I'm grateful as hell to be here, that's why."
"We're just as happy to have you." He spoke returning my grin. "Let's talk about your new hit single, Black Jack that just hit number 2 on the top 100 in the U.S. and number 12 worldwide. How does it feel as a new artist to become this popular, this fast?"
"It feels so good and so unexpected. When I recorded it, I had high hopes but they never went up this high."
"I guess that's on me for having such low expectations," I said shaking my head.
"Could you tell me the meaning of the song? Give a little insight."
"Black Jack is about gambling with your life and all the decisions you want to make with so little time. Everything we do feels like we're playing a game of chance and I think my song with its fast-paced beat really gives you that feeling."
"Any inspirations?"
"You'd be surprised to hear this but I had such a huge mixture of music growing up." "Like from Lauryn Hill to Bjork, I was everywhere and I think that really shows in the songs that I make. I like to be versatile.”
The energy in the room shifted slightly and I braced what was he was going to say.
"So recently you've taken pictures with New York rapper, Pardison Fontaine." Tommy gave me a look and I sat up straighter, paying attention. Nervousness started to run through me because anything I say could be critical to my career.
Junior was a lot like other radio people, messy as hell because that's what people like to hear. They're interested in you but they're more interested in the drama that surrounds you because it creates traction.
My manager, Shanice couldn't come but she prepped me the night before telling me what to do.
"Yeah, we took them at Meg's birthday party! It was so much fun." I said nodding my head at the memory. " I took pictures with a bunch of other people too."
"But Pardi is in all of them, one way or another."
"We were sitting together. We talked throughout the party."
"About what?" Junior looked me in the eye, his slick smirk making me scoff. He was trying to get into my head but I stayed resilient.
"About business deals and music really," Pausing, I leaned into the mic closer continuing to talk.
"I can admit he cute or whatever," I said with an eye-roll, everyone else laughing with me.
"But there's literally nothing between us, I super duper promise," I say crossing my heart. " We're just friends- friends, who when they cross paths, take a whole lot of pictures and talk."
"That's it?"
"Dassit." I said quickly, laughing afterward. The disappointment in his face spoke volumes and He looked like he wanted to press further but he knew he couldn't. He moved onto the next question, my interview going much smoother.
Finally leaving the radio station, my phone started to buzz in my hands. I already knew he was gonna call me the minute it ended and I took my time to answer letting it ring a little longer.
"You make me sick."
"Now, I know that's a lie." Pardi, or Jordan as I called him said, I could practically see his smirk over the phone.
"You don't know shit."
"So, I'm just cute or whatever?"
"Ain't that what I said?"
"You've said more than that."
"I been lying." I admitted playfully
"That easily? Wowww-" He faked shock and I bit back a smile, scratching at my hand. Despite my dodging, he did make my stomach flip inside out and made me think things I know I shouldn’t have been.
"You seemed to be so tuned into the radio today- I thought you didn't listen unless you were on it?"
"I had to support my girl."
"I'm your girl? That's crazy."
"You always gonna be my girl." I let out a breathless laugh, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum.
"Okay, Jordan."
"Come see me." He said confidently making me raise an eyebrow.
"See you where?"
"At the studio. You know that's my second home." It was mine too and my mama was constantly down my throat about not being stable with my sleeping.
"Who else gon' be there?"
"Nobody. Just the two of us." Blinking, I opened my mouth trying to find a response.
"You plotting, you're trying to get me all alone."
"You gonna fall for the trap?"
"Maybe” Feeling frisky, I pushed harder. “I don’t feel so convinced, though.”
"If you come, I'll mix something for you."
"Something new?"
"Brand spanking new, baby." He slapped something for emphasis and I shrugged my shoulders like he could see me.
"I'm feeling a little persuaded-"
"I also happen to have some new music- you know I trust your judgment." He came to me for a-lot of things, whether it be a critique or some advice we talked about so much.
"Since you're begging me at this point, I'll show up."
"I can't wait." I could hear his grin and I couldn’t suppress my own anymore, full on biting my lip as a smiled.
"Don't cream your pants, now."
”I won’t even say what I’m thinking,” He chuckled. “See you in a second, Nelle.”
“Bye, Jordan. “ Clicking off my phone, Tommy stared at me- a smirk on his lips. The kind i absolutely hated.
"What?"
"Nose wide open over that boy."
"Just like I told Junior, I'm gonna tell you."
"We're just friends."
*********
Watching intently as his fingers danced over the keys, one by one he let my head lean on his shoulder. He made me feel so comfortable, his shoulder felt like a hard pillow.
"How long you been playing the piano?"
“A long ass time.”He thought for a second. “My mom’s wanted me to be productive with something and music became that something.”
"I want a kind of interlude, you know with the piano playing the back. Soften the soul you know?"
“Yeah, I can see it.”
I opened my mouth to sing a couple of notes as he kept going. He went up higher and I followed suit, going low when he went he low too. He found somewhere steady and I let my voice rest there with him, finishing softly.
The way he looked at me, his eyes trained on my face so hard it's like he was entranced. Being his center of attention made my heart swell.
"I ever tell you, how much I wish I could sing."
"You know how to hold a tune."
"Nah but if I could belt out like I want, I'd be all over the place."
"How you feel singing from your chest." Taking his hand I pressed it right to my breast, and looked him in his eyes.
"It's like grabbing something from within and pushing it out." I took one deep breath and then another his hand rising with each breath I took.
His hand slowly dragged up my neck to touch my cheek. He seemed hesitant at first but I leaned further into his hand, moving in closer.
We kissed softly to test the waters but we weren’t gentle kind of people. The second kiss felt more impassioned and aggressive, as I sighed behind his lips his touches all over my body jolting me.
He placed his hands on my waist pulling me onto his lap. With my legs on either side, I pressed my panties against his clothed shorts grinding on him so he could feel how wet he was making me.
"What we about to do here?"
“The fuck you think.” I said impatiently, swiping my gloss off his bottom lip even though I was going to stain it some more.
“I’m just wanna know before, we get too deep.”
"I know what I want."
"Do you?" Pressing my hand against his chest I started to unbutton his shirt, keeping up eye contact.
"I do."
Scrunching my dress up around my hips, he pushed my thighs apart pressing his fingers onto my clit. He was gentle swiping against it but I want him to be rougher.
He lined up his tip and slid inside making me gasp. I threw my arms over his shoulder, my fingers becoming entangled in his curls as I bounced on his dick our cum echoing in the room.
He gripped my ass, making me bounce faster.
Standing up from the chair, we kissed as he stroked up into me. My back hit the cold glass and something clicked on behind me but with how good he was fucking me I couldn't care less.
"You feel so fucking good-" One of his hands grasped my neck, the other touching the dip of my back to get in deeper. I bit back a smirk, my breasts heaving up and down as he picked up speed.
His deep groans of pleasure, rumbled in my ear and into the pit of my stomach.
I clenched around him slowing things down, his hand tightening it's grip. He guided my face up, sloppily french kissing me our tongues melding together. He pecked my lips one more time gazing at me.
“You gotta take it.” He mumbled, making me wrap my legs around his waist entrapping him.
I pushed him back onto his chair, plunging him back inside of me.
“I’m not the one who needs to take it.” I said breathlessly, kissing his neck lining hickies where his tattoos were.
His chest rose and he shuddered underneath me, his big hands on my back rolls guiding me clearly as I fucked him into the chair. My thighs clapped together and I moaned quietly stopping in my tracks as my orgasm started to crash onto the horizon.
He pushed my thighs back open, circling my clit so I could cum all over his dick. He pulsated inside me and every movement made me feel more sensitive as minutes ticked on.
“Gon head and cum.” He teased me, bringing our lips together once more. He swallowed back my moans, easing me into a steady lull of pleasure.
I came seconds later, a trembling mess. His name tumbled from my mouth in repeated chants, his strong arms surrounding my hips to keep me in place. He sat still in me, his own body barely holding on.
I couldn’t tell if you it was lust, or the fact I had in the palm in my hand but as I ground onto him knowing he was going to cum in me, the power and love I felt was unmatched.
He stopped trying to stop me, relishing in his satisfaction as he painted my walls white. His cum filled me up to the brim and I slid back watching it ooze out a little, the sweat on pooling my forehead sliding between my breasts.
He caressed each part of fat on my body the look in his eyes so intense, my heart barely matched it. He said 4 words that cemented everything and from there I was locked in.
“Let’s do this again.”
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Shopping p.3
AN: so we’re just not gonna talk about how i was gone for a year, but I’m back and finna write up a storm. BIG ups to @chaneajoyyy for proof reading dis shit!
pairing: m’baku x reader
warnings: cursing i think thats it lol.
word count: 2312
Courting with M’baku was a.... interesting process to say the least. Every morning you awoke he was on your mind, you felt the ghost of his hands wrapped around your waist possessively as you slept and the same kisses that he peppered all over your face to wake you up as you walked around your small house. By the time that you walked out of your house you always practically tripped over the guard that he had stationed outside who was charged with protecting you.
“You know” You said as you made your way outside of your house the guard following close behind you. “If we’re going to be spending so much time together it’s only fair that we know each other's name.”
You heard the man chuckle behind you.
“Eamon” he said following you on your walk.
“Eamon” You toyed with the name in your mouth “I like that name, you know I have a thing about names. I don’t understand how people end up with ugly names, it’s the simplest thing yet somehow overlooked.” You hit a quick left turn, you wanted to teach m’baku a lesson about sending guards to your house. You weren’t some frail flower that he had to protect at all costs.
“Are we taking a detour today or are you trying to lose me again?” Eamon asked matching your quickening pace.
“We’re taking the scenic route to work today Eamon, stop assuming the worst about me” You smiled back at him but you were greeted with nothing but cold eyes.
“y/n lets go your shop is the opposite way we’re not doing this again.”
“Fine” You pouted turning around “I don’t need to be watched, you do know that right? I’ve run my shop and walked from my house to it and back everyday since I was 18. You don’t need to protect me”
Eamon laughed to himself, “You think this is about you? I’m here because my king requested that I protect the woman that has stolen his heart and I serve his majesty. This has nothing to do with what I want to do it’s all up to him.”
The rest of the walk to your shop you spent in silence reflecting on your subtle realization, M’baku wanted to protect you, he wanted to make sure that no one in the entire world would be able to mess with his girl. And he wanted you to know that. While your mind wandered astray your feet had taken you to the street that your shop was on. A bouquet of roses sat on your step, the bright red in bright contrast with the blank white snow that surrounded them. You smiled to yourself, he’d been sending you gifts all week and today’s gift had been roses. You picked up the bouquet and pulled out your keys unlocking your shops door. You hummed to yourself as you held the door open for Eamon to walk in behind you, he took his normal seat next to the door and pulled out his phone, no doubt informing m’baku that you had arrived at your shop and had started your work. You picked the note off of the flowers.
My dearest y/n,
Roses today, diamonds tomorrow.
Nothing is too good for you.
See you tonight my love.
~ M’baku
You smiled at his sweet note and felt a rush of happiness seep into your system, the blush redding your cheeks. Deciding to busy yourself you placed a pot of water onto a small burner.
“What are we feeling today Eamon?” You asked pulling out the rectangular tin that held your teas.
“What are my options again?” Eamon asked rising from his seat to walk over to your counter.
“Jasmine, ginger, green tea or this herbal blend that my mom gave me” you looked up at Eamon for his decision and he looked puzzled.
“You can pick this time y/n, I’ve tried all of them I don’t know which one I like the most” Eamon said as he returned to his seat at the front of the store.
“Ginger tea it is then.” You said grabbing the two tea bags and placing the top back on the tin and sliding it back into its place. While the water boiled you moved around your shop turning on your machines, you ran your hands over your records settling on the miseducation of Lauryn Hill. You popped the record out of its sleeve and placed it on the record player, intro played through the speaker on the record player, as you walked around your shop your mind flashed back to the last time you’d seen m’baku it’d been far too long...
“Why must you be so stubborn isithandwa?” M’baku asked. It was the third day that he had come to visit you since you agreed to let M’baku court you. He’d drop by around closing time and talk to you while you cleaned up your work for the day. He would walk you up to your parents house and talk to your Mom and Dad for a few hours before you fell asleep (with one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder and your back pressing up against his torso no doubt) he’d try to gently wake you up before deciding it would be easier to just call a car to come pick the both of you up and drive you back to your home. He’d open your front door and walk you back to your bedroom with you in his arms bridal style and plop you onto your bed, first he’d start by pulling all of your outside furs off leaving you in whatever pair of sweatpants or leggings you wore to work that day and a matching t-shirt. Next it was onto your hair most of the time your hair was pulled up into a puff so he would remove the hair tie that had kept it up, always earning a groan from you. Next he would throw on whatever bonnet he found laying closest to your bed making sure your head was on the silk pillows. Finally he would pull all the furs onto you that he could find. The first night that he had taken you home and wrapped you up in furs he looked down at his handy work and was immediately disappointed . “How is she still cold, she’s under 12 furs” he murmured to himself. He debated climbing into bed with you but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. You whined pulling the covers up onto your back, M’baku noticed you start to shiver. He couldn’t leave you cold and alone in your house “Fuck it” he said as he started shedding his outer layer of clothing and climbing into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling your body against his own.
“M’baku” you would whine out his warm body instantly sending blood flowing through your entire body.
“Ssh ssh ssh my love” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sleep now, sleep”
This night was no different M’baku sat on your counter his long legs touched the floor, his coat long forgotten hanging on coat rack along with most of his protection from the cold outdoors.
“I’m not being stubborn m’baku! I don’t need to be followed around!” you retorted back at him.
“He won’t be following you he’s just there for your protection. He will be seen and not heard I promise” M’baku stood up and walked over to you as you turned off the record player.
“I don’t need protection M’baku! What would I even need protection from? I work in a weapons shop for hanuman’s sake!” you turned back to face him.
“I don’t know y/n protection from anyone or anything, I just want to know that you’re safe!” M’baku came back at you with a fire you hadn’t seen in him before. “I-“ he paused, his voice had gotten softer and his hand had found its way to his forehead and started massaging his temples. “I just want to make sure that you’re safe y/n that’s it.”
You paused for a moment and looked M’baku up and down scanning his body for any sign that what he just said was a lie. You wrapped your arms around M’baku and placed your head into his chest. “I’m sorry” you said quietly into his chest.
M’baku took a deep breath in. “No i’m sorry isithandwa, I shouldn’t have pushed you. You said you didn’t want the guard and that should of been the end of it. Do you forgive me?”
You pulled your head out of M’baku’s chest “Of course I forgive you M’baku, do you forgive me for being so stubborn?”
M’baku lifted your chin up and brought his lips down to deliver a sweet and tender kiss.
“One guard” you said after the kiss “One guard, not seen AND not heard” you saw the smile form on M’baku’s face. He lifted you up off the ground as his hand found your thighs.
“M’baku stop!” you exclaimed laughing with him as he spun the two of you around “You’re gonna drop me! ”
That made m’baku stop spinning “Eh? you think I'm gonna drop the wife that hauman gave me? what am I crazy!”
The shrill scream of the teapot snapped you out of your dream like trance. You walked over and grabbed two handmade mugs and poured hot water into each mug.
“Are you sure you want ginger Eamon, this is your last chance?” you looked over to see eamon gazing out of the window, he turned his attention to you. As the steam hit you, you flashed back to another time M’baku had spent the night at your house.
You awoke to the shower running in your bathroom, no doubt M’baku had decided to shower at your place tonight. You looked over at the clock on your bedside table it shone bright with 1:38 am. The shower turned off and within a few moments the bathroom door opened and a wave of steam hit your face. M’baku emerged from the bathroom and his eyes met yours.
“See something you like isithandwa?” M’baku smirked at you adjusting the towel around his waist.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about M’baku” you said plastering an innocent smile across your face.
“You looked me up and down like you wanted to pounce on me. Is that what it is? You want me?” M’baku cooed at you as you sat up in bed.
“Don’t test me m’baku, I’m following your customs by withstanding from sex with you until marriage. If it were up to me i would of been showering with you just now” you said crossing your arms and pushing your bottom lip out into a pout.
M’baku walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips. “I appreciate you and thank you little one, i know it’s not easy for you but trust me once we get together I will make it worth the wait”
“Yea it better be m’baku, hurry up and put some clothes on I wanna cuddle, I’m cold!”
Eamon’s words snapped you back to reality “Eh ginger is fine”
You hummed along to ex-factor as you dunked the ginger tea bag into eamon’s drink and then one into your own drink. You walked over to Eamon and handed him his drink.
“Thanks” he muttered focusing back outside the window after a few sips.
“I'm gonna get started I've got three jobs on back order so I might not be able to hear you with all the machines running”
You turned on your heels and walked into the back of your store and started on your work for the day.
Around 6 hours later you were done with two out of three of your orders and wanted to finish the third one tonight. You were blasting music so loud it blurred out your own thoughts, just how you liked it. You hummed along to your music as you grabbed the knife out of the ice bucket and turned around to set it on the tray.
“M’baku shit!” you dropped the knife you’d been working on to the floor. M’baku just smiled up at you from a chair sitting in your studio. You cut your eyes at him before you walked over to your speakers and turned it down so you could hear him.
“You really shouldn’t keep your music up that loud love” M’baku said to you as he watched you pick up the knife and survey it for damage.
“You really shouldn’t tell a woman with a knife in her hand what to do.” you said back to him. “How long have you been sitting there?”
“I don't know isithandwa it’s hard to remember I was so enchanted with watching you move and sing as you worked” M’baku chuckled making a mental note to remember this conversation.
“M’baku I'm serious! When did you walk in?” you whined out still facing him toying with the knife in your hand.
“ An hour isithandwa at max I swear!” he lied through his teeth he’d been there for at least two. You turned you back to him as you set the blade down on the counter and went back to your work. You heard M’baku stand up and walk towards you, you felt warm arms wrap around your waist with ease and his breath down your neck.
“Come with me today” M’baku mused in your ear, giving it a little nibble.
You felt your entire body relax into his arms and you let out a deep exhale releasing all of your pent up stress from today. “Go with you where?” you asked
“Come home with me today, let me take you to my home” he corrected himself “Our home”
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