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Good To Me | Seungcheol

Pairing: Seungcheol x (f)reader Genre: smut & fluff AU: established relationship Wordcount: 2.4k Summary: Two weeks is too long without spending time with your boyfriend. Warnings: Language, smut, oral, she does some fun stuff, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), creampie, cum eating. Rating: M/18+ AN: It's been a minute, huh? Last time I posted something, I was still here4btsfics. 🥲 Life's been getting in the way, and I haven't been motivated to write. Thankfully p0rn is a thing and I saw something and thought "That's Seungcheol" and now here we are. Thank you to my soulmate @playmetheclassics for beta-reading, and @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Enjoy!!! 💜 Masterlist | Taglist | AskBox | Coffee?

It’s only been two weeks. There’s no reason why you should be this needy right now.

You’ve both been busy. You mostly work evenings, and you’re part of a big project at work, so you need to have all your focus there. But Seungcheol has been busy every night, leaving you at home most nights alone and bored. And it’s driving you crazy. You’re not usually this clingy or this desperate for his touch, but tonight feels like a breaking point.

So when you get home around midnight after a night out celebrating with your team on the success of the project, and find your boyfriend passed out on the couch in just shorts…? You feel your resolve break.

“Baby?” You question lightly, placing your bag on the dining room table and tiptoeing over to the couch. He’s flat on his stomach, his hair a mess and just barely starting to cover the tattoo on his back, just below his neck.

It’s unfair how broad his shoulders are yet how small his waist is. And then his ass. A literal cake. One of the first things you said to him when you first met was a ridiculous comment about how much cake he walks around with every day. You’d both been drinking. It sounded a lot better with a tipsy brain.

But he’s perfectly fine with your obsession with his ass. He’s the same with yours, always needing to have a giant palm on a cheek, gripping or smacking it as you walk by. You love it. You love him and the way he loves you. The way he’s just as into you as you are him.

He doesn’t respond to your call. So you gently crawl over him, legs straddling either side of his legs as you sit just below his ass. The skirt of your dress almost completely rides up, but you don’t care. It’ll come off in a few moments, anyway. You’re sure of it.

“Cheeeeooooollllllie,” you whisper, your hands pressed flat against his back as they slide up to his shoulders, digging your thumbs into the blades. You grin when he groans at the touch, rolling his shoulders ever so slightly.

“Mmmph.” You continue your massage, finding all the tight spaces in his back that need loosening. “What time is it?”

“Midnight, baby.” You whisper, wandering hands switching between massaging and using the tip of your nails to glide across his skin, small goosebumps trailing after. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” He mumbles into his arm.

“Mmm, I don’t think you miss me as much as I miss you, baby.” Your hands slide down to his ass, groping him through his shorts and giggling when he lets out a whine.

“Jagiyaaaa, I’m sleeping.”

“And I’m needy, baby. If you really miss me, you’d be the same way.”

“I am.” He grumbles. You scoff, pinching his side and making him jump.

“Liar.”

“Why do you think I’m out here instead of in bed?” The groan he lets out when you press down on his lower back is enough for you to feel soaked. You let out a yelp mixed with a giggle when he’s suddenly flipping over underneath you, his giant hands finding your thighs. You hum quietly at the soothing feeling of grip sliding up and down your thighs, trailing close to your ass.

“Fair. But why out here when there’s a big giant bed we can enjoy?” You smile, leaning down to finally press your lips to his. Your hands slide up his chest, carefully holding his face as you deepen the kiss, moaning against him when his tongue parts your lips.

You could get lost in time and space when kissing Seungcheol. His plump lips combined with his evil tongue feel like magic against you. Whether it’s against your own lips, your skin, or your pussy, you feel like you could drown in the euphoria they bring you.

You roll your hips against his, earning a moan from the both of you at the feel of his hardened cock against your center. Suddenly, you’re being pushed up into a seating position briefly before you’re lifted up by Seungcheol, standing and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You have a point. I need all the room possible with you.” You snicker against his kiss as he brings you to the bedroom. You quickly whisper the word sit to him before he can lay you down, and he quickly obeys, sitting at the edge of the bed with you straddling him.

“Let me take care of you.” You murmur, lips trailing down his neck.

“Hmm? And how are you gonna do that?” He grabs a handful of your ass, pushing your dress further up your sides. “You didn’t wear this out tonight, did you?”

“I did.” You gently bite down on his shoulder, trying not to groan when his hold on you tightens.

“To work?”

“No. I changed after, when we decided to go out to celebrate the project being launched.”

“Did Seokjin see you?” You roll your eyes behind closed lids, nipping your way back up and along his jawline.

“He’s part of the team, baby. So yes, he did. He even said it looked nice. You should’ve seen me. I had those cute shoes you picked out and everything.”

You meant to make him only a little jealous, enough to make him more handsy with you. Instead, you earned yourself a spank that makes you jolt forward and stutter his name.

“I don’t like him looking at you.” His palms return to kneading your flesh, soothing where he just spanked.

“I know, baby. But you know the only man I’m ever thinking about and wanting to look at me is you.” You sit back up, helping him move up further on the bed before grabbing his hands and putting them above his head.

“Now let me take care of you. No touching.”

You enjoy the view of him pouting but still obeying. There’s nothing holding his hands above his head, and yet he keeps them there as if you’ve tied them up in impossible knots, whining when you remove your dress, revealing the lack of a bra and just a lace thong.

“Fuck, you’re my everything.” He chokes out at the sight of you, your hands wandering his torso seemingly aimlessly until they land on the waistband of his shorts.

You instruct him to lift his hips, and he does so without hesitation, allowing you to quickly pull his shorts off, delighted that he wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath. His cock standing proud against his stomach, already glistening with precum.

“I could say the same about you, my love.” You push your thong to the side, revealing your soaked center to your boyfriend, who lets out a soft whine, hands still held above his head.

You gently wrap your fingers around his cock, giving it a few firm and slow pumps before positioning yourself over him. You let your arousal do the work of coating his cock as you slide it between your folds, teasing his tip against your clit.

“Y/n, please don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing. I want you to come just like this.” You roll your hips, guiding yourself along the length of his cock.

“More, jagi.” Seungcheol’s hands grip one another above his head, burying underneath the pillows to further keep himself from touching you.

You speed up your rolls, both of you quickly turning into moaning messes every time your clit slides along his frenulum.

“Jagiya, I’m not gonna last long.”

“Me either. Come for me, baby. Please come for me.”

“Let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Jagi.” You can see him growing more annoyed, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips turned into a frown, bottom lip tucked into his teeth. And yet, his hands stay above his head, the pillows now in between his death grip.

That death grip that could be on your hips. That should be on your hips. But you’re enjoying watching him like this too much. You press down a little more on the next few rolls of your hips, your own hands holding on tight to his waist.

“Come, baby. Come, and you can touch me.”

There’s a sudden thud as the pillow is tossed to the ground at the same time as Seungcheol groans, white ropes shooting out onto his stomach. You roll forward just enough to catch some of it between your folds, rolling back to smear it along his length.

The feeling of his cock twitching is enough to make you want to come, but you don’t get to as those large hands you love so much are roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you to sit on his face.

“Fuck!” You yell at the sudden contact of his tongue diving between your folds, prodding your entrance. One hand covers your mouth to stop yourself from screaming while the other wraps your fingers in his blonde hair, tugging him closer as you roll your hips against him, squirming when his nose hits your clit.

The sounds he’s making against your center are obnoxious and wet, and the thought of him tasting himself as well makes you dizzy. A few seconds later, when his lips wrap around your clit and his tongue flicks just right, you’re leaning over him, both hands pulling at his hair as you shake in his grasp.

His tongue slowly guides you out of your orgasm, licking long and slow stripes along your folds. Giant hands caress your thighs as you lessen your grip on his hair and the muscles in your legs relax.

“Jagiya,” he murmurs against the inside of your thigh, pulling you back to reality as you lean back, giving him space to breathe. “You okay, y/n?”

“Mmm,” you nod, a shy grin crossing your lips, “I will never get over that mouth of yours.” You both giggle as you scoot further back to where you were originally, hovering over his cock that’s still hard. You look back at your boyfriend, an eyebrow raised.

“What?” You shrug, fingers dancing along his shaft and delicately circling his tip, enjoying the way his cock twitches towards the touch.

“Nothing. We just have two weeks to make up for, and I’m just wondering if you’re still sleepy.”

“For you? Never.”

“Then we wouldn't have gone two weeks without touching one another.” You frown, ignoring his hisses as you continue to tease him.

“Sit on my dick, Jagi.” Your gaze snaps up to his, dark and full of lust.

“Hmm?” You feign innocence as you sit up on your knees, adjusting his cock at your entrance.

“Fucking sit. I need to be inside yo— oh fuck.” You grin as his eyes roll back, sitting down on him and taking him all in one go. The stretch is almost painful, but you know you’ll adjust quickly. You keep him fully sheathed inside you, grabbing his hands and sitting them on your waist. Your own hands roaming across his abs to his sides as you start to roll your hips again.

“Shit, you’re so tight, y/n. So fucking tight.” He groans, fingers gripping your hips roughly as he assists your hips to start bouncing on him. You quickly follow his guidance, starting to bounce more and more as his hands find your ass, switching between spanking and rough gropes. His own hips start to lift off the bed to meet yours before your bounces land.

“Baby– Baby, please,” you whine, his hold on you making you stay suspended in the air as his hips snap up at a rough pace.

“Please what, jagi? Tell me what you want.” He growls, eyes darting between your fucked out gaze, your tits bouncing without shame, and the sight of his cock slamming up into your cunt and you just taking it.

“Just you,” you cry out, hands holding onto his thighs for dear life. “Only you.”

“You have me, y/n. Only me. Just like I have you and only you.”

You’re not sure what sounds you’re making, only aware of the feeling inside of you as he continues to fuck you from below. You think you say the word lips because you vaguely hear him say “whatever you want” before pulling you down by your forearms and capturing your lips with his.

“Close,” you whimper against his lips, hands barely keeping you up while his own are back on your ass. Seungcheol nods, sliding one hand between you two, thumb rubbing circles on your clit until you’re crying out again, walls clenching around him. Seconds later, he’s coming with you, not stopping his thrusts until you both feel the oversensitivity.

You lift yourself a little higher, letting his softening cock slide out along with his cum. Neither of you care about the mess. It’s a later problem. He gently rolls you both to the side, leaving small kisses across your face as you both come down from the high.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” He whispers against your forehead, but you shake your head, looking up at his beautiful face.

“We’ve both been busy. I know you’re still going to be busy, but now that my project is launched, I’ll have more free time to spend with you when you do have time.”

“Or, you can come to the studio with me.”

“Hmm, bad idea.”

“How so?” His silly pout returns, and you have to force yourself not to grin too wide.

“Because we both know nothing will get done if I’m there.” You snicker, fingers getting lost in the blonde locks as he hums at your reasoning.

“We’ll make it work, baby. It’s okay.” You reassure him, kissing his nose and making his face scrunch up momentarily. “I love you, no matter how busy we are.”

“I love you, too, jagi.”

“Now, I need to shower…we have to wash the sheets…and we have two weeks of not seeing one another to make up for…” you let your words trail off, watching the realization of what you’re saying dawn on his face before he’s a blur, standing you up and rushing you to the bathroom.

“You get started. I’ll throw the sheets in the washer, and be right back.”

You full body laugh as he shuts the door in your face, turning away to rip the sheets off the bed.

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inactiveanimeblog · 1 year

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THIS ISNT A FINISHED STORY !! I JUST NEED OPINIONS.

hey y’all, it’s been a MINUTEEEEE since i’ve written anything omg. please read this and let me know if you think i should continue to write this story. it’ll be like two maybe three parts? idk just lmk what you think :)

there is nothing too crazy in this so far (no smut or anything yet. so i guess trigger warning swears?)

bully shikamaru who is so viciously mean to you :(

he makes fun of your glasses and outfit choices. you look homeless.. why are you wearing sweatpants to school? baggy clothes that make you look.. poor?

you’re disgusting in every way, him and his friends are sick of seeing you to the point where even bullying you becomes old.

you’re an absolute nobody.

and that changes come third year of high school.

you never tried with looking good in school because.. what’s the point? it’s a place to come and learn, to prepare for the big world.

but then you think about how you’re sick of being treated the way you do. being talked about behind your back. being beat up for the sole fact of your looks.

so when you decide to shop for new clothes, try new skin care and makeup, a new hairstyle, you see the difference in yourself. the confident oozing from your eyes. your posture straightening out.

you look good.. better than the popular girls that hang around shikamaru and his friends.

first day of school arrives and it’s finally time to make some friends, enjoy high school like every other normal kid teenager.

when you walk in people are staring and whispering.

“is that a new girl?”

“who is that?”

“dude she’s so hot!”

the chattering amongst everyone doesn’t go unnoticed. it’s overwhelming with how much positive attention you’re getting considering how much negative attention you used to get.

and then you walk past shikamaru and the rest of his shitty group of friends.

they all turn around and stare at you. it’s like you’re in a movie and this is your big corny slow motion scene. you walk forward without sparing them a glance. flipping your hair over your shoulder and turning the music in your headphones up.

from the corner of your eye you can see naruto and kiba gawking at you, the popular girls glaring at you, and shikamaru eyeing you with the same bored expression on his face he always has.

you smile to yourself as you walk into class, taking a seat at the back corner and glancing out the window. first day of your third year of high school and so far it’s already been a success.

the home room teacher comes in introduces himself, opting his students to say their name and an interesting fact about themselves. when it’s your turn you stand and place a piece of hair behind your ear. “hi i’m y/n y/l/n.. and uh an interesting fact about myself is i enjoy reading manga.” you bow and sit down. everyone’s eyes still on you as they yet again whisper amongst themselves.

“that’s y/n??”

“she looks so different.”

“what happened to her over summer break?”

lunch period comes around before you know it and you’re debating on leaving school to get lunch or hiding somewhere.

but it’s a new school year right? you should try new things and stop hiding from everyone.

walking out of the school entrance you spot shikamaru and his friends sitting in the parking lot, talking amongst themselves about who knows what.

you only hope they don’t notice you as you scurry by and try to leave.

to your dismay they do see you and sai calls you over. “hey you! get over here.”

fuck. here we go again.

you walk over with your head held high. “is there something that you need?”

“what? you think you’re all high and mighty now because you got ‘prettier?’” the most popular girl in school speaks. ino. you hate this bitch. “you don’t even look that good. all you did was take your glasses off and put on sluttier clothes.”

“are you done yet? lunch period’s only an hour and i gotta get something to eat.” you pass a glance at each of them, who are completely dumbfounded by your change of character.

once no one says anything you make your way out of the parking lot, walking to a near cafe up the road.

(btw this isn’t the end of the first chapter this is only half lol)

#naruto x reader #naruto shippuden #akatsuki x reader #naruto smut #shikamaru headcanons #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru drabble #shikamaru imagine

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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The New Face

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: You let Scarlett use you to model for an Instagram live for The Outset.

|Light Angst & Fluff | 1.4K | Body insecurities? |

Requests are closed.

AC: I’m here again, with another OutSet themed one shot. I need home girl to ship worldwide already.

“Baby, I don’t know, I mean it’s going to be a live video” you speak while closing your book and placing it on the nightstand, “I just don’t like having people see me, especially people I don’t know, and you have a lot of fans” you add turning to face Scarlett in bed. “I know it’s a bit of a worry and I won’t push it, but it’ll be a lot of fun and honey, you’re beautiful, so beautiful. You shouldn’t worry about what others think” she leans over and kisses your lips softly.

A week ago, Scarlett asked if you wanted to come to the office and be a model for the skin care products. She said she’d pay you for it and that she’d make sure you were comfortable. At first you jumped at the idea but quickly took it back when you realised just how much people would possibly be watching the live and it worried you. Firstly, you weren’t a big person on social media, sure you had a private account to keep up with friends and family, but you wouldn’t consider yourself into the social media movement and secondly, you and Scarlett like to keep your relationship private. Of course, the world knew about the two of you but considering you both didn’t have social media it was peaceful without the consistent rumours and people thinking they had any say in the relationship.

“Can I sleep on it?” You asked switching off the lamp on your side of the bed. “Of course, honey, like I said, I won’t push it anymore” Scarlett smiled before her eyes returned to her own book. “Goodnight” you smiled and snuggled up to her side causing her to chuckle and put away her book, “come here you” she shuffled to lay down, wrapping her warm arms round you, “that’s better” you chuckled before the two of you drifted into a slumber.

By morning, you woke up just before Scarlett did, still in her arms as the morning sun crept through the curtains. Watching her peacefully sleep made you wonder what were you really worried about? You’ve got the world’s most caring and beautiful person asleep beside you and all she wants is to involve you in her life even more than you are. A soft smile tugged on your lips as you kissed her cheek causing her to stir, “I want to do it baby” you whispered softly.

Scarlett’s flickered open as she processed your words, “can you say that again?” She spoke in her morning voice that always had you in a chokehold. “I want to do it, the live” you repeated with another smile. Scarlett kissed your forehead, “thank you honey, it’ll be so much fun, I promise” she spoke before her tired body fell back asleep for a few more minutes.

Getting to the office the two of you were greeted with the warm smiles of those who help Scarlett and Kate make The Outset as successful as it is, everybody loved when you came in and they loved more seeing how much chemistry you both had. Many times, Scarlett would be found on the iconic sofa with you, her head on rested on your shoulder as you both went over the new product ideas. You made sure to not wear any make up this morning and your hair was up, out of your face.

Walking into the room designed for anything to do with interviews and video promos make you slightly nervous but once you held Scarlett slip her hand into yours, all that went away as you sat down in front of the iPhone that was sitting on a tripod. “It’ll be fun and over before you know it” Scarlett smiled as she made sure the products were ready for her to apply on you. “We’re ready whenever you guys are” Kate smiled standing behind the camera.

“I’m ready” you smiled at Scarlett. Kate counted down from 3 before pressing the live button on Instagram. “We’ll give it a few moments for people to join but in the meantime Hi everyone!” Scarlett smiled to the camera as Kate came into the frame, standing on your left side. “I’m here with my lovely work-wife, Kate”

“Hi guys!” smiled with a wave.

“And my lovely wife, Y/n” Scarlett placed a gently hand on your right shoulder.

“Hello” you smiled nervously. “Today we thought we’d show you the amazing Essentials Regimen Bundle, which is available on our website, theoutset.com! This is our daily three step regimen that works together to bring the skin back into balance for a healthy-looking complexion. All you have to do is repeat this routine morning and night for smooth and radiant-looking skin in 3 minutes!” Scarlett smiled as she grabbed the first bottle of product.

“This little beauty right here” she took the cap off, “I’m talking about my wife by the way” she chuckled, “is my wonderful model for today, we’re going to show you the three steps to the bundle so you can do this in the comfort of your own home” she explains as she puts a generous amount on the tips of her finger.

“Firstly, we have our Gentle Micellar Antioxidant Cleanser, which is vegan, cruelty free and perfect for sensitive skins” she adds as Kate pulls the bowl of warm water in front of you, “Make sure you wet your face with warm water before applying a dime to the skin” Scarlett adds as you gently splash the warm water onto your face ready for her to apply the cleanser. Your eyes squeezed shut as the coldness of the of the cleaner hit your skin, Scarlett gently rubbed it into your skin as Kate spoke more about the product. “Once you’ve done that, simply rinse the skin and pat dry with a clean towel” Scarlett adds after Kate had finished. You rinsed your face and patted it dry just like Scarlett said.

One of the girls was making sure the live was going well, she stood and watched from behind the phone, giving a thumbs up throughout the live. What you and Scarlett didn’t see was the number of comments fans were sending at the sight of the two of you, so much love and support that would’ve made both your hearts warm if you’d ready it.

“Step two is our Firming Vegan Collagen Prep Serum, and you guessed it, it’s vegan!” Scarlett smiled, “Apply a few pumps of serum into your hands and gently sweep over the face and neck in upwards strokes” She intrusts as she does so to your face and neck, her soft and smooth hands relaxing you as your eyes were closed. Kate again went on to explain more about the product and its uses as Scarlett made sure to cover your skin with the serum.

“Our final step is the Nourishing Squalane Daily Moisturizer! All you have to do, on clean, dry skin, smooth moisturizer over the face and neck.” Scarlett explains once again before applying the product to your face. This time you didn’t close your eyes, the whole time you left them open and looked deeply into her beautiful eyes as she ran her fingers over your face. “You’re so beautiful” you whispered so softly that only Scarlett could hear earning a smile from her.

Once Scarlett was done applying the products she turned to the camera and said they’d answer some questions if anybody had any. No surprises when some of the questions were about you and Scarlett rather than The Outset. You pulled Scarlett gently into your lap placing a kiss on her cheek not caring for what the camera saw. The iPhone was placed on the table with the camera now facing the two of you as you both read through some of the questions. Scarlett respectfully looked over the questions that didn’t have anything to do with the products.

Scarlett and Kate both answered questions for a few moments before sharing some exciting news about what was to come to the brand, the whole time you had your arms wrapped around Scarlett’s waist as she sat in your lap. You loved watching her talk about her brand, the passion and love she has for it always made you proud of her in a whole new way.

“I know this doesn’t have anything to do with our topic here, but I just saw a few people asking if they could steal Y/n from me? What?” Scarlett chuckled with a confused look. You couldn’t help but giggle, placing another kiss on her cheek, “I’m sorry, I thought we made it clear I was off the market?” you played along with a playful look, showing the camera your wedding ring, “I’m all hers” you added.

“Well, aren’t I just lucky” Scarlett slightly turned to you and kissed your lips softly, “very lucky” she whispered against your lips.

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #fanfiction

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spctrsgf · 1 year

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Hi. If you're taking requests, could you write like cooking/baking with Steven Grant, like it started as a fun activity but it quickly turned into a competition. Like flour everywhere, playfully sabotaging eachother (not too much ofc). (Gn reader)

flour and powdered sugar

word count: 1.5k

warnings: language

a/n: anon!!!!! thank you for this, you singlehandedly got me off my ass and back to writing! i hope this is what you were envisioning :) also this gif doesnt match the story but its the same energy ykyk

“Love,” Steven calls as he flutters into the room, a mess of flailing hands. “Love, love, love, love-“

“Yeah?”

“We— we should—“ his words tumble so fast out of his mouth they’re barely words at all.

“Hey,” you grab his hands and attempt to center him. “Calm down, I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

“Can we- can we pleaseeeeeeeee bake something?”

“Like what?”

“Well, what do we have in the pantry?” He pulls out of your grip and over to the kitchen, and you collapse again onto the sofa.

“I dunno; it’s your apartment.”

He grunts distractedly, sticking his head into every cabinet.

By the time he speaks up again, you were halfway into a stupor. “So,” he grins down at you from his position above your head. “Let’s bake a cake!” You raise your eyebrows. “A cake? What type?”

“Well, we have the ingredients for a vanilla, lemon, or chocolate cake.”

You sit up suddenly and meet his gaze with light shining in your eyes. “Lemon.”

He nods. “Lemon.”

You squeal with excitement, nearly knocking over Steven in your quick ascent and scramble for the cookbook. Soon enough, the two of you had collected all of the ingredients, each placed in a neat semicircle around the cookbook.

“Preheat the oven, will you?” You turn expectantly to your counterpart, who did as he was told with a roll of his eyes. “Let’s get going!!” Steven said, trying to contain his excitement to a dull hum with little success.

You smile. “Okay, but first—“

“Separate the supplies for more efficiency?”

“You know it.” It only slightly surprises you that he knew you so well.

“Alright, so you do the dry ingredients.” He tries to move the dry ingredients towards you, but your hand wrapping around his wrist stops the movement short.

“I was thinking we separate doing everything.”

He frowns playfully. “What, don't like baking with me?”

“Of course I don't,” you drawl playfully, going along with the act. “You’re the worst person to bake with.”

He slaps his hand to his chest, matching your energy. “How could you say such a thing!”

“It’s true.” You shoot your hand up in front of his face, turning your face away from him.

He grabs your hand and then your chin, making you meet his gaze and big smile. “Don’t do this to me, love! I just can’t go on without you!”

You knock his hand off of your chin with slightly dusted cheeks. “Alright, alright, enough.”

He chuckles. “Back to baking— you really want to split up entirely?”

“Yeah.” you grin at him mischievously.

“Oh no. Do I want to know why?”

“Probably.”

He grimaces. “Why?”

“It’ll be a competition.”

“What-“

“You’ll probably win.” You shrug.

He narrows his eyes at you. “Bullshit, we both know you’ll win.”

“That’s true, but you’ll do it anyway.”

“Yeah, I will.” He sighs.

“I call the mixer first!” You lunge towards the drawer where the said item resides.

“Wha— no!” Steven shoved your hands away, using his proximity to the drawer to his advantage.

“Not fair!” You shout at his triumphant face. “I called it!”

“Finders keepers,” He laughs. “Good luck with the whisk!”

“You fucker.”

“Love you too!”

The room faded into silence as you both got to work on either side of the countertop, the only noise being the whir! of the electric mixer and your huffs of effort.

As soon as you finish mixing up the butter and sugar, you pull out an empty bowl, ready to mix up the dry ingredients. Seeing that Steven was close to grabbing the flour, you crowd the bag in towards yourself. He groans in frustration, and you make sure to take your sweet time with measuring.

The crease between his brows and the deep set frown on his face is almost enough for you to take pity on him, but the adrenaline had pulled you too far to turn back now. As soon as the last speck of flour hits your bowl, Steven is leaning over the counter to grab the flour.

“Hah!” He exclaims, sticking his tongue out at you. “Hey! Rude!” You bite back a smile. He’s so caught up in the victory of getting the flour that he doesn't see the bit of flour left in your measuring cup.

You consider in the moment to not follow through with your plan, seeing as it would end up with the kitchen full of a mess that you two would have to clean up. The prospect wasn’t nearly as enticing as seeing Steven’s shocked face, so the smile on your face grows exponentially larger.

As soon as Steven’s head tilts down, you grab a bit of the flour and prepare yourself to attack. When his head starts to tilt upwards, you launch the flour across the countertop and to its destination. The laugh you let out sounds like it came from a six year old, but you couldn’t care less.

Steven’s face twists into surprise just as you had expected, and his face is dusted lightly in the white powder of the flour. He spits the flour out of his mouth in disgust, glaring at you. One hand comes up to ruffle the flour out of his curls while the other hand goes into— the flour?

The next thing you know, there’s a poof of white dust and flour has been thrown into your face, some even in your mouth which had been open while you’d been laughing. Your gasp of surprise sends the Brit next to you into ear splitting laughter, and you watch bitterly as he grabs the countertop for support.

“You dick!” You yell at him. “I didn’t even throw that much at you!”

“You—“ he juts out between breaths. “You totally deserved that!”

“I did? Really? Well how do you like this!” You toss a glob of flour at him, only half of it meeting Stevens face.

“Oh really?” He throws more flour back at you.

By the time you’re done throwing flour, the floor sports a light sheen of flour for a six foot radius and half the bag is empty. “Damn.” you huff.

“That was a new bag of flour.” Steven pouts.

“I’m glad we’re at your place and not mine.” You shrug, going back to adding your dry ingredients.

“Hah! At your place you wouldn’t even have a bag of bloody flour.”

You throw a puff of powdered sugar at him. “Rude!”

“You know I’m right.” He quips, tossing a dash of sugar back at you.

“The only reason I’m not throwing more sugar at you is because I don’t want to clean up more stuff from the flour, not because I’m backing down.”

“Mhm, tell yourself that.”

If looks could kill, Steven would be absolutely obliterated under the weight of your glare. Your teeth grit together and your nails dig into the skin of your palms in concealed anger, but you still don’t retaliate, instead opting to go back to pouring in your ingredients. Steven too falls back into making his own cake, you both laughing and teasing each other along the way.

Soon (and that’s putting it lightly), the cakes had been placed into the oven and Steven had collapsed onto the couch. You, on the other hand, are busy in the kitchen, cleaning up a bit of the mess. “Funny how this is your kitchen yet I’m the one who’s cleaning it.” You complain, rolling on to your tippy toes to place the sugar away. “Funny how I didn’t ask you to do that.” His retort is lightning quick.

“Oh, I’m sorry for wanting your place to be clean so you can’t blame me for it being messy.”

“You should be, my gods.”

You roll your eyes, dropping the half empty bag of flour onto the table. “Fine, I’m stopping, but you can’t say I didn’t try later!”

“Actually–”

“Shut it.” You interrupt him, rounding the counter and heading towards him.

“Of course, love, at your service.” He mocks.

Your only response is to plop yourself next to him on the couch, tossing your legs on top of his and settling into the couch with a contented sigh. “Hey!” He protests. “Get your stinky feet off of me! They smell bloody awful!” You snort. “You’re not actually mad at me.”

“You threw flour in my face!”

“Mhm.” You snuggle further into the couch.

“Twice!”

“That’s true.”

“And then you threw powdered sugar in my face!”

“Steven, you keep stating facts like I don’t know them already.”

“It’s all in my hair.” You could hear his pout.

“And?”

He deflates. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You shoot up onto your hands, staring up at him with mockingly wide eyes. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“You heard me.”

“No, I didn’t, could you please repeat it?”

He shoved your shoulder. “Fuck off.”

“Oh no, I can’t do that. How else are you going to have some fun in your ever so boring life?”

His arm shoots out and his fingers push into the junction of your elbow, sending you crashing backwards onto the sofa. “I hate you.”

You laugh at him from your debunked position. “No you don’t.”

He sighed with a grin. “No, I really don’t.”

#steven loves to bake prove me wrong #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #marvel #moon knight tv #steven grant x you #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant imagine #steven grant fluff #moon boys #moon knight imagine

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dozing-marshmallow · 8 months

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waiiit hear me out, chris with a yandere reader headcanons

(also i just realized im just spamming your entire inbox full, my bad actually😭🙏)

Now that’s a rare concept! 😳 You always give fun requests so please don’t worry! Thank you, and enjoy! :)

CHRIS MCLEAN X YANDERE! READER HEADCANONS

Chris can’t help being rich, hot and successful.

So it’s only normal that he’d have a fair, if not, larger share than most people of dealing with fan behaviour, especially of those who made it their life’s purpose to know everything there was to him; fantasies of marriage also being very popular among these goals.

Hence why when you in particular acted up in such way, he didn’t think much about it for he’d already seen it many times in the past.

Besides, he loved the attention. To have someone devote their entire lives to him and see it in action...

“Ohhh Chris! Your body is the sculpture of angels!”

“Yes it is! Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I want to crush it into a jar and use a bit of your flavour every day as a bar of soap!”

“...”

You are not at all like his past interactions- you’re worse.

From the position of his assistant, which is more sucky on his part, since you were employed by the network itself, so he can’t get you fired easily.

No biggie! He’ll use your maddening devotion to him to carry out his biddings, from something as simple as getting him coffee(never needing to tell you his order) to something as vile as murder.

Yknow with his interns? Yeah. If anyone gets in trouble, it won’t be added to his record.

Somehow, every time he tried convincing himself there was nothing to be alarmed about, you would stray further away from your humanity.

“I can’t wait for you to die so I can take your skin and turn it into my one of a kind Chris McLean duvet! That way, I’ll always feel your warm embrace.”

“Haha yeah... I’ll always feel yours too...”

He nicknamed you “Sierra 2.0”- not to your face.

You understood how loveable your darling was and how he was a necessity to the world than you were to him.

Buuuut you would appreciate something in return if you were going to do all this for him in such a close proximity.

“I’ll give you a suuuuper big peck on the cheek if you do this right. You know how happy it’ll make me.” he winked.

Well, besides from that.

It was like he died already!

“Oh Chris... Why are you holding out on me? Is there something new about you that I have yet to learn? Why do you hesitate to love me? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“Kinda. Stalkers aren’t really my type, but please, don’t stop the attention.”

“Stalker?! No no Chris. I’m not a stalker! I’m your true love! I’ve torn myself apart to serve you as the noble thing you are! I worship you morning and night, I lick your dirty laundry clean, I give you the organs of everyone you ask of in heart shaped boxes, I even had one of your interns carve your figure into my back!” You take your shirt off and turn around, revealing the bloodied outline of his perfect body burning in your skin.

Okay, he loved his face being on anything possible.

But what the hell.

“You...love me a lot, huh?” What would happen if he took his sight off you to blink?

You turn back around, with that smile still drooling on your own face,“And it wasn’t just any blade he used... It was the blade you keep on you. So after he was done...I took it and...did things with it... You’re the most beautiful thing on this earth Chris, I can’t imagine how dull it would be if you were never born... I had to have you in me one way or another...”

You know what...

Having a second look, it was actually appealing. Of course it’d be! It’s him. Wait...why was he even freaking out? He doesn’t care about what happens to you! You chose to do this to yourself, in his image, in his honour and he didn’t even need to lift a finger. Exactly! This is just what was expected of a person like you to resort to when they’re constantly around someone as good looking as h-

“Should I have him carve me into you now?” You suggest, face as hot as a Bunsen burner.

“N-No, please! I’m good.” He raised his hands up in front of his chest.

You pause.

“Of course... How selfish of me. I shouldn’t be asking you, my love, to do anything that’s not from your free will. I don’t have the right to trap you or force you to do anything, I can’t do that to someone I love... You’d be selling yourself short if I won you over that easily anyway...” you drop your face into his chest,“Oh Chris McLean... You’re too aristocratic for anybody in this world. No one could ever be remarkable as you. I’m so lucky...I got to be from the same generation as you.”

...He pushes you away,“Yeah...sooo...personal space. Please.”

How ironic it was, a time when you were actually sane kicked in his adrenaline.

Ring ring.

“Yoooo Cody. Codemeister. How you been, buddy? Good? Greaaaat. How’s that therapist? Any good? Cuz I might need you to reference me...”

#td chris #tdi x reader #total drama chris mclean #tdi #td chris mclean x reader #chris mclean x reader #chris mclean #total drama island chris #request #total drama #yandere reader #yandere

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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hi! it’s me the anon who requested best sellers such as “shy shy shy” and “the perils of dating you” (im gonna just call myself anon 🐰 since i’m in here all the time😭) but i’m back with another req!!

this time it’ll be

-gunwook x male reader

-gunwook having a crush (confession included) on reader

-fluff/humor

-same year/university au!

it’s readers birthday and gunwook has always had a crush on reader. they share a lot of the same classes and same friend group but he never had the chance to talk (or confess) to reader so this year he decides to leave presents on readers desks for his birthday leading up to his big confession!

maybe throw in some challenges for gunwook (like maybe an older brother sung hanbin oop🤭) but you can go about this however you want you always do a great job in your writing!

-🐰

The perils of confessing to you~

pairing: park gunwook x male reader

genre: university au on some crack (same verse as perils of asking and sunbaenim), fluff, humour

tw/tags: planning confession, pining, gunwook’s hyung and gyuvin ftw, pda, flirting, yes gunwook’s hyung is the scarier park brother, hanbin being equally scary, it’s giving overprotective but unhinged, cheesy messages (I also cringe), lots of banter, we’ll never know what the final gift was

wc: 1928

Summary: gunwook plans to confess to you on your birthday. The plan doesn’t exactly go as planned.

a/n hi 🐰anon! Tysm for sending such fun reqs, I really never thought I could write this much comedy bc I’m really not a funny person. This fic took a diff direction from what I had in mind but I hope you like it! And since it’s the same au, gunwook’s hyung and Gyuvin are dating, it is canon~

check my pinned for more fics!

It wasn’t that Gunwook was used to winning.

Sure, he had an impressive track record. Medals from debate competitions and football matches, consistent class president or vice president certificates for every year that he was in school. Sure he was successful. But that wasn’t because he won at everything he did, 100% success rate without trying.

No, it wasn’t that Gunwook was used to winning, it’s that he knew how to win. His strategy was foolproof, carefully tweaked and reworked to fit the goal he was trying to achieve.

And now? The goal was different.

It was, arguably, the most important of Gunwook’s life and he wanted to win desperately.

The goal? Confess to you with a 99.99% success rate of you saying yes.

And like any other goal that he’s had, Gunwook had to make a plan. A winning strategy. And no, it wouldn’t be long or complicated or fussy. Gunwook liked his plans to be as simple as possible. Simple is best, he’d like to think.

So yes, Gunwook’s plan to confess to you consisted of 4 simple steps. Sounds pretty easy, yeah? Well unfortunately, life is not that simple as Gunwook would soon find out. And confessing to you? Well it might get a little more complicated than he thinks.

1.Start Early

This step was fairly easy. He’s got about a month till your birthday. More time would be ideal but it was still a good number of days. He needed to collect intel, your class schedule for one, he did share a few classes with you. Your likes and dislikes, another important list he needed to make, nothing would throw a wrench in his plans like accidentally doing something that would make you angry or annoyed or upset. Huh, maybe he could-

“Gunwook?”

His laptop slams shut. Gunwook sends out a prayer to the universe that he looks normal and not at all scheming about how to confess to you as he lifts his head to meet your curious stare. You fidget a little, nibbling slightly at your bottom lip.

Cute, he thinks. No Gunwook, now is not the time.

“Sorry, is it not a good time?” You hesitate and he’s scrambling to reassure you. In his head, of course. No scrambling will be witnessed by you.

“No, no, it’s all good. I wasn’t working on anything important.” Spectacular acting, great job.

“Oh! Okay, uh well your hyung was looking for you and um, I think he said you weren’t answering your phone? Something about dinner, I think. And yeah, just happened to see you there.” You laugh a little as Gunwook’s unbothered expression took a shade similar to panic.

“Oh! Oh shit- uh, I mean, I’m sorry.” Cool, Gunwook, be cool. Come on.

“It’s really no problem.” You assure him and wow, your smile is really nice. He wants to stand there in appreciate it for a moment but-

“Um, so would you need to go?” Ah shit.

“Right! Right!” You watch as he hurriedly packs his things, stuffing them into his bag and making to leave. Then, he pauses and turns back to you.

“I’ll see you around?”

You’re not quite sure why it’s phrased like a question but-

“Yeah, see you when I see you.”

Gunwook doesn’t see the way you watch his retreating back, wishing that maybe you could’ve-

2. Form a Reliable Team

“So let me get this straight. You want me to help you confess to Sung junior?”

“...yes hyung.”

“And you want to do it for his birthday?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe it starts a little earlier than his birthday, one gift every day leading up to it for a week?”

“Mhmm and where will you get the money to buy all these gifts?

“...maybe 3 days before?”

“Okay, sounds reasonable.”

“Soo, can you help with this?”

“Wookie.” Gunwook looks at his hyung whose expression seems to waver between encouragement and exasperation.

“You know I love you and I will always support you especially when your feelings are so sincere. And Hanbin-hyung is one of the nicest people I know. Seriously, he is. But you do know that he gets a little crazy when it comes to his younger brother?”

“More like insane.” Gyuvin chimes in and Gunwook just remembers that his hyung’s boyfriend is there too. “Seriously I’m glad that I ended up-”

“You’re glad you ended up what, huh?” Gunwook and Gyuvin collectively flinch, all too familiar with that tone.

“Nothing aein~”

“Mhmm that’s what I thought.”

“Saranghae~” Ugh, right in front of Gunwook’s dinner? Really?

“I love you more Gyuvinie~” God, Gyuvin’s got heart eyes and he’s leaning and nope-

“Gross, hyung. We’re in public.”

His hyung raised an eyebrow, looking at the empty restaurant they were in, save for another couple tucked in the back corner doing exactly what his hyung and Gyuvin would be if he wasn’t sitting with them.

“Mhmm, public, you say. Wookie, you’re a smart boy, tell me, who’s paying for your dinner?”

“...you hyung.”

“And why are we eating here?”

“Because I like the food here.”

“And why should we let hyung do what he wants?”

“Because hyung loves me very much and he’s allowed to love his boyfriend as much as he wants too.” Gunwook recites dutifully.

“Very nice, Wookie, you’re so smart, that’s exactly what I thought.”

Gunwook shoves more food into his mouth, pointedly avoiding eye contact with either of them. Gyuvin’s eyes have gotten so wide that they look like they’re about to pop out of his head. He also looks either like he’s absolutely terrified or completely in love. Maybe a bit of both.

‘Gyuvinie~”

“...Yes aein?”

“Tell me, who’s the scarier Park here?”

“...You are, aein.”

“That’s what I thought.

Maybe Gunwook should rethink the whole confessing thing. If this was what a relationship looked like, he wasn’t sure if he wanted that. You do, a traitorous voice in the back of his head whispers.

…Yes he does.

2. Form a Reliable Team

Have semi-supportive hyungs that make you feel single and motivate you to confess even more

3. Make Thoughtful slogans and posters Gifts

They’ve got one class where the professor likes them seated alphabetically, mostly so she can call on someone and also look them right in the eye while she does. Gunwook hates it. He didn’t come to college to feel like he was in highschool again. The only good thing about it was he knew exactly where you sat and no one would be taking your seat by mistake.

His first gift is your favourite snack. He’s seen you eating enough times to deduce that. But also, you told him one day when he asked about it. Because past him knew that future him was going to need it, definitely so.

Your face immediately lights up when you see it. Gunwook fist pumps under his desk. He watches inconspicuously as you carefully tuck the snack into your bag and take the note he left with it (type-written because he’s not sure if you’ll recognise his handwriting but also he’s lent you notes before so he doesn’t want to take any chances).

I noticed this was your favorite~ did you know you’re my favourite too? Enjoy! Sincerely, your secret admirer

Your cheeks flush a little and Gunwook resists the very real urge to jump up from his desk and do a little happy dance. Luckily the professor comes in and stops him from doing so.

The next day, he gives you a teddy bear.

Well, more like Ricky does. After much convincing, his hyung had gotten one of his friends from the foreign student society to hand it to you. Gunwook had to make sure it was someone neither of you knew well, you know, to keep it lowkey.

Here’s something to cuddle, hope I get to cuddle with you too~

His hyung outright snorted when he read the note.

“God Wookie, Gyuvinie says cheesy things like that all the time but this really makes me want to-”

He stops himself.

“Well at least I know you really like him.”

“...Did you think I didn’t?”

“Ah no, not really, you always get this really stupid look when he’s around.”

That’s rich coming from someone whose boyfriend looks equally stupid when they’re around. Not that Gunwook would say that out loud. He values his life, thank you very much.

“Also you try to act cool, it’s funny. Ah, ah, don’t look at me like that, I’m your hyung, you can’t fool me Wookie.”

Yeah he really can’t.

The day before your birthday, Gunwook prepared your birth flower for you.

He’s still thinking of a way to pass it to you without giving himself away when Sung Hanbin corners him, a manic look in his eyes.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Ahh shit.

“It is.” Because honesty is the best policy. The older boy seemed to be taken aback. What? Did he expect Gunwook to deny it?

“You want to date my little brother?”

“Yes, hyung.”

“You think you deserve to date him?”

“I think I deserve a chance to tell him how I feel and whether he accepts my feelings is entirely up to him.”

“...your hyung wasn’t lying when he said you were smart.”

Now they’re just staring at each other. Hanbin looks a little less crazy so Gunwook takes a deep breath and says.

“I just really, really like him, hyung.

Hanbin’s silent for a moment. Then, he smiles. It’s absolutely terrifying.

“Fuck it up once and I’ll make sure they never find you.”

“Yes hyungnim.”

“Right. Good. Now where’s his gift for today? I’ll make sure he gets it.”

4. Prepare a Winning speech Confession

Somehow Gunwook manages to make it out of there alive, all limbs intact. It’s a miracle. But there’s no time to waste.

It’s today.

He’s got it all planned. A note’s been delivered to you saying that your last gift is waiting for you at the famous brick wall building on campus. He’s dressed a little nicer than usual. Your gift is tucked safely in his back pocket.

Everything will go smoothly. You’ll come over. He’ll confess to you. And hopefully, Gunwook really hopes you say yes.

He’s a little nervous. What if you don’t show up? What if he messes up his confession? (Yes, he spent days putting one together, it’s harder than doing a campaign speech, the struggle is real). What if you say n-

“Are you my gift?”

Gunwook looks up. You’re smiling at him, holding onto the note he sent. This is it. This is the moment he’s been preparing for.

“Please don’t feel pressured but I just wanted you to know that I really like you and if you accept my feelings-”

“I like you too.”

Wait what?

Well, there goes his speech. He stares at you, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open.

“I thought you were really cute the day our hyungs introduced us.” You tell him, a little flustered but pleasantly flushed. “And I wanted to get close to you but I’m not really good at that and it really took me a long time to convince Hanbin-hyung to stop hovering and I was really scared that he had scared you off the other day but he didn’t and you asked me to come here and I-”

You take a deep breath and Gunwook’s never been happier than when you say-

“I just really like you, Gunwook-ah.”

In a second, he’s closing the gap between you two, hesitating slightly before taking your hands in his, holding them gently.

“Happy Birthday~”

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etherealeddie · 1 year

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Woodstock ‘99 - Part 2

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Story Summary: A hopeless romantic hippie meets a roughed up metalhead at what is supposed to be beautiful, peaceful, music-filled weekend. But even amongst all of the chaos, there may be some peace.

Part Summary: Eddie and his band of misfits finally get their big shot in the music industry, and it’s scarier than he expected, but then he lays eyes on you.

CW: Passing mention of drugs, angry/violent crowd, maybe some swearing, but I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed anything!

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy part 2! I had fun writing it, and I’m excited to see reactions and for the rest of the story to come out. At this point, I think it’ll be a 4 part series, maybe 5!

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1 - Part 2

Eddie knew when Corroded Coffin accepted this offer, it was a big deal.

There’s a lot riding on how their set goes, and how the audience reacts to them. The last year has been the most successful and busy year of all four of their lives, but if this doesn’t go well, it could all end for them.

When he called Wayne to tell him, he just said, “Isn’t that a hippie thing? What are you guys gonna do there?”

Realistically, Eddie had the same thought when the offer came from his manager, but here they are. 30 minutes until they hit the stage, and nothing about this festival is screaming peace or love to him. They’ve played at a few rock festivals, and the crowd here was still more aggressive than the others he remembers.

When he called to tell his friends that weren't in the band, there were a lot of mixed responses. A couple of the kids just said it was cool, Jonathan offered to do photography for Corroded Coffin if it was needed, and Argyle said he might be there. Said it was his, “total vibe, dude”.

Steve and Robin seemed excited for him, although he could tell they were both a bit sad that they were still stuck in Hawkins. Eddie always offered to fly them out or to hire them on the stage crew but they would always laugh it off. Steve would say something about his reputation and how it would look if “King Steve Harrington was Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s bitch.” Even though they always say no, Eddie always offers. Some day he’s sure they’ll say yes.

He stands to the left of the stage with Gareth, just watching with wide eyes as Jonathan Davis works the crowd. The level of stage presence he has is insane and Eddie isn’t sure he can match it, not with this many eyes on him and with this much attention.

“I know we’ll be fine, but I can’t say I’m not terrified of this crowd.” Gareth says. Eddie is surprised he can hear him over the deafening screams.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re going to be on the same stage that Metallica is playing tomorrow night.. It’s actually insane. How did we end up all the way here from lil ‘ole Hawkins, Indiana?”

Gareth lets out a small chuckle in reply as Korn’s final song finishes and they both step to the side for the band that’s running off the stage. They pass them quickly, drenched in sweat, and radiating with the energy from the show they just played.

Eddie nods towards the other bandmates and he and Gareth walk over to get a pre-show amp up with them while their stage crew is switching out and setting up their instruments. Taking the time to drink as much water as they can, trying not to sweat any more than they already are in this hot sun. He can’t imagine how it is in the pit right now. Hundreds of bodies electrified with energy from the music, the heat, and to be completely honest, who knew what amount or type of drugs were also fueling this audience.

Taking the last few minutes to go over their setlist, they all take a second to just look at each other. Every member of Corroded Coffin looks terrified in the most excited way. Without saying anything, Eddie just nods at them silently, and you can see them physically relax a bit. This is going to be the best performance they give. They will perform like their entire lives and careers hinge on it, because in many ways, it does.

“Hope you all saved some energy for this next group. They're new on the scene and ready to rock. Everybody, this is Corroded Coffin!” The announcer yells into the microphone as Eddie and the boys jog out to the stage. He takes a second to just breathe in the crowd and the atmosphere of the festival. There’s so many more people than he imagined but this stage is his home for the next 45 minutes, and he’s going to prove how much he, and all of his friends from little Hawkins, Indiana, deserve to be up here with the bands he’s idolized since middle school.

In an attempt to give his bandmates a moment to settle into their instruments, he starts his crowd work.

“How is everybody doing tonight? Ready for more music?” He yells, as the crowd roars in response.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that!” He replies with a smirk, his dimples popping out. The crowd screams in response again, even louder this time, if that’s possible.

Eddie looks over his shoulder quickly to his friends, getting the small “go ahead” nod from each of them before he addresses the crowd again.

“Alright, let’s go!” He yells into the mic as the first chords of one of their songs pours out of his guitar. The audience responds immediately with praise, beginning their game of madness all over again.

The set, although 45 minutes, feels like 30 seconds. Maybe it’s because he’s in his element, or just drunk off the energy and approval of his vast audience, but he doesn’t care. He’s never felt so free during a set.

The atmosphere quickly changes with the last song though. The song is more angry than the rest of their setlist. Eddie had written it about the many injustices back home from his highschool days, of course it was laced with burning ire. He expected the audience to amp up a bit, that’s how it usually went at each show, but this was more than he was expecting. More than what any of the boys were expecting really.

The crowd moved in sync almost, waves of people pushing and shoving each other, throwing things, letting the anger of the song become a pawn in their human interactions. This wasn’t why Eddie wrote it, and it’s certainly not how he wants to end the set, but he’s honestly terrified to stop the song, what if it ruins Corroded Coffin’s chance? This is clearly an audience that will change its tone and opinion at a rapid pace.

By the end of the second chorus, he signals to the boys to ease out of the song. Although Gareth is upset he doesn’t get to play his drum solo, he can’t say he isn’t scared of this crowd either. He is willing to do anything to not feel responsible for them at this point.

The song finally finishes, and if anyone in the crowd knows it’s the end of the song, they don’t seem to care. Everyone cheers and Eddie grabs a microphone, introducing the band and it’s members one last time before peeling off his guitar and exiting the stage.

That’s when he sees her.

A few rows from the front, looking as scared of the audience she is standing in as Eddie feels standing feet above and away from them.

She's the epitome of what he expects from any festival named ‘Woodstock’ after ‘69. A flower crown and what looks like homemade friendship bracelets to boot, she is the poster child of what he expected this weekend, and clearly isn’t going to get.

You, although he doesn’t know your name yet, are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

Taglist: @eddiesguitarskills @gaysludge @sidthedollface2 @green-intervention (let me know if you wanna be added!)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #rockstar!eddie #mywork

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years

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Plastic Hearts – Part 1

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, GLOW AU, self-worth issues, implied smut (reader x unknown dude 🤷‍♀️), cheating, Sam and Dean are not related in this story (--> check the series masterlist for overall warnings!)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Truthfully, I wasn’t gonna share it because it was just a fun, silly project to get over some writer’s block (which I did!). Netflix never gave me an ending to this amazing show, so I wanted to write my own, y’know? But hey, it’s already written, so why not share it with the class, right? As my awesome cheerleader on this project @panicking-outside-the-disco said, the dilaogue screams Dean AU 🖤 (Thank you so much for your encouragement, bestie!) Fellow fans of the show, you’ll be happy to know I kept all the good stuff in there, from Steel Horse to pink, frosted donuts. Everyone else will make sense of those words soon enough. So, hopefully, you’ll enjoy this nostalgic love tribute, and let’s give ourselves a decent ending, shall we? 🤩

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1. Holding Out For A Hero

Another failed audition.

Moving from Nebraska to Los Angeles at the sweet age of eighteen, Y/N has played the Hollywood game for quite some time. Now, at the ripe age of twenty-seven by La-La Land standards, she only has little to show for herself, though. She’s had a few background roles and starred in a handful of low-budget plays, but her big breakthrough, the role that changes everything, still remains a hopeless and seemingly unreachable daydream.

Worst of all, she is sick and tired of the simple and reduced roles Hollywood forces upon its actresses. She wants more than the shitty role of the secretary who tells a powerful man his wife is on the phone. Y/N wants a real part instead of playing second fiddle to yet another pompous dick.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

After her latest failure, she even became so desperate she hid in a bathroom stall for three hours before ambushing her casting director Josie while the poor woman was fucking peeing. But instead of the customary, unexplained rejection, Y/N wanted to hear reasons this time. She wanted to find out why she always gets pushed over for someone else, wanted to know if she could do something better, for crying out loud.

Usually, it’s the agent’s job to tell an actor all the reasons why they were wrong for the role, but she doesn’t even have an agent anymore because, as it bitterly turns out, everyone stops fucking caring about you if you haven’t worked in over two years. For once, though, she wanted some goddamn feedback.

The casting director’s response?

“Look Y/N, every director I work with says, ‘Get me someone I don’t know. Someone I haven’t seen. I want a girl who’s real.’ That’s when I bring you in, so they can see that they don’t actually want the thing they think they want. It’s 1985. Everyone wants Jane fucking Fonda. I’m sorry, honey… But listen, I have some experimental projects in the Valley, if you’re interested. Would you consider doing erotica?”

So, fucking porn. That’s where she’s at with her life.

Defeatedly, Y/N leaves the casting office in West Hollywood once more and gets swallowed by the city’s filth, lost between hellfire and demons. No matter what she does, she never feels like it’s enough. Each audition, you throw yourself against the wall and hope, this time, it’ll stick. It’s an endless game, a gamble of hope – hope isn’t an infinite resource, though, and hers is running out.

Y/N likes getting tortured. That’s the conclusion she’s come to. And because she seems to thrive on torment, she joins her best friend Joanna for a Jazzercise class – aka a room full of toned women in leotards, sweatbands, and leg warmers. The two friends have known each other since middle school and have done everything together since then, including their move to the big city. Joanna is a blonde bombshell who immediately got a role on a popular soap until she quit acting and had a baby a couple of months ago. Now, she’s a housewife and mother in Pasadena while her husband brings home the money.

Y/N loves Joanna, but admittedly, the blonde sometimes makes her feel small and insecure. She doesn’t have the big tits, the perfect curves, or the shiny hair. Jo has always been more successful than her in every aspect of their respective lives, the friendly competition leaving Y/N, more often than not, with a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She constantly tries to keep her envy in check, though, even when the blonde’s boobs exploded during their freshman year of high school. Simply put: Joanna is a sparkling diamond, while Y/N feels like a dirty lump of coal next to her.

The cheer captain versus the theater geek.

“You know, I’d actually do porn if it had a good story. Like, Shakespeare porn,” Y/N half-heartedly jokes as the women change in the locker room after their class.

Jo arches an eyebrow at her, the smile on her lips a bit condescending. “C’mon, Y/N, would you actually do porn, though? You hate being naked in front of people.”

“Things have changed since you disappeared,” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, her voice laced with rebellion, and purposely changes out of her leotard in front of her friend to drive the point home. She also tries not to sound too bitter about the fact that the blonde basically abandoned her after getting married and pushing a human out of her vagina. She knows her jealousy is silly. It’s just part of life. That’s how it goes. It wasn’t always going to be them vs. the world forever.

“I didn’t disappear. I had a baby,” Jo retorts on cue before her face lights up with an insane amount of excitement. “Which you could too! Then we’d both have babies.”

“Great idea,” Y/N snorts sarcastically and slips into her sneakers, playfully musing, “Who of the guys I randomly fuck would make a good baby daddy, huh? The alcoholic I met at the farmer’s market or the depressed stand-up with a heroin addiction?”

Jo sits down on the bench next to her and conspiratorially leans closer. “Can I tell you something that I realized recently?”

Y/N gives her a raised look that borders on amused. “What?”

The blonde has been a bit of a postpartum mess these days. It’s the lack of sleep and the fact that her boobs won’t stop leaking. Also, her kid is a biter.

“When I first was cast on Paradise Bay, I was thrilled, okay? I mean, it was so exciting, remember? And then they put me in that year-long coma, and I was just lying there in this hospital bed, feeling powerless. And then when season three came, and they graduated me to that wheelchair with that blanket–”

“I’m sorry… Is this going somewhere?” Y/N interrupts her because the last thing she needs to hear today is another one of Joanna’s success stories.

“I’m getting there,” Jo frowns and continues straightaway, “Anyways, I was so relieved when Sam asked me to marry him and told me to stop working. He was right. It was completely ridiculous. Why would I do this to myself, you know? I swear to God getting pregnant and written off that show was the best decision I ever made,” she tells her enthusiastically.

Y/N just twitches her shoulders and ignores the guilt that’s bubbling in her gut. “Well, we’re different people. I choose work. I can have a baby once I win an Oscar.”

Jo lets out a deep sigh, “But you’re not even working, Y/N. Don’t you wanna be happy and have a family?”

“Of course I do.” Y/N’s not sure that answer is the whole truth. She knows she’s supposed to want the supportive husband, the cute kids, and the white picket fence, but all those things come with the end of your career. She’s not ready to give up and pay that price yet. She wants to make it on her own first, not needing a hero to save her like some damsel in distress. “‘Sides, don’t I need a boyfriend for starters? Isn’t that how it works?”

“Oh, it’s not that complicated,” Jo huffs and rolls her eyes dismissively. “Just pick the first nice guy with money you find. It’s what I did. I mean, Sam is a complete idiot and so out of my league, but it works,” she shrugs. “Why don’t you come visit me in Pasadena sometimes if you miss me so much? I called you like a million times in the last few weeks.”

“I know,” Y/N groans in response and finishes buttoning her blouse, swallowing the giant lump of shame in her throat. “It’s so far away,” she excuses, even though it’s another white lie. A big one, this time.

Jo tilts her head at her, but Y/N knows the wrinkles on the blonde’s brow are not out of concern. It’s pity. She’s seen that look all her life. “Y/N, are you okay? ‘Cause you look sad and fucking depressing, honestly.”

“Thanks. But I’m fine,” she brushes her friend off with a bitter smile. “Just the usual, you know? I have $28 left to pay my bills, including rent, which is why I’ve been waitressing at that awful diner in Downey all week… Oh, and, uhm, I’ve eaten Honey Nut Cheerios for my last eight meals,” she lists off her miserable life and grabs her duffel bag, feigning the brightest grin, “But hey, I’m gonna do porn. Things are looking up.”

It’s late at night when Y/N returns to her rundown shoebox apartment. Her decorations include one dead plant and two ripped posters of Angela Lansbury and Barbra Streisand, respectively. It’s a sad affair, really.

Completely beat, she checks her fridge, which resembles an empty ice cave, except for that half-full box of cheap wine. Yeah, she can’t even afford to get drunk properly. The old mattress squeaks as she falls face-down on the bed and exhaustively snatches the rotary dial phone from her nightstand, only reaching her parents’ answering machine.

“Hey, Mom. It’s Y/N. I didn’t get the audition today either, but I’ll get another one soon. So, fingers crossed… again. But I was just wondering if you and Dad could maybe wire me some money? You know, just so I can pay my electricity bill and… eat food. I’m really sorry… I know I can’t keep asking you guys for money because I’m a grown-up now… but I swear it’s the last time, okay? And I’m aware I said that the last time, too… Anyways, love you. Call me back, please? Okay, thanks… Bye.”

Slamming the receiver onto the phone, she groans loudly and is close to screaming into her goddamn pillow. When did she become such a pathetic fucking loser?

Needless to say, she imagined her life would go a lot differently.

In the midst of her nervous breakdown, her ears then perk up at a strange noise, eyes darting warily to the window. There’s an audible jam of the lock, followed by the rustling of the yellowed blinds before a large hand pops through the crack.

Shit. Someone’s trying to break in.

Anxiously, she grabs the phone and holds it up like a weapon, her heart thrashing wildly in her ribcage, the sound ringing in her ears. Then, she bravely yells with a shaky voice, “Whoever you are, I have a knife in my hand and already called the cops!”

“Whoa, whoa… Y/N, it’s just me.” A young man’s head pokes through the window, raising his large palms with a chuckle.

Her shoulders slump, the tension of fear replaced with one of annoyance as she sighs half-heartedly in relief, recognizing the intruder. Y/N lowers her makeshift weapon, tossing it on the bed. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you climbing through my window? You can’t be here! Climb back out – now!”

“You said the last time that no one can find out about us, so I took that seriously,” he explains as he gaspingly pushes his tall body through the small opening. “Can’t you just be happy to see me, Y/N? It took some effort to come here and climb through that window, you know?” A charming laugh bounces off the thin, bare walls once he’s made it into her apartment and towers over her.

Y/N folds her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow, “You want credit for cheating on your wife?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes back a little, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we please not call it that?”

“What would you like me to call it? You’re married to someone and had sex with me,” she counters sternly. She absolutely doesn’t want him here. That man is only trouble and part of the reason why her life is so fucking shitty these days.

“Look, this isn’t normal behavior for me,” he shrugs innocently as if the madness can’t be helped and adds the softest puppy dog look. “I just-, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“So?! It was a huge fucking mistake!” There’s a sharp inhale of breath as she tries to gulp down the anger, guilt, and shame inside of her. “It happened weeks ago! You shouldn’t be here… It was a party. The drinks were free… I-I was feeling sorry for myself, and you took advantage of that.”

Quietly clearing his throat, he mumbles under his breath, “I think we both took advantage of that.” As he meets her gaze, his whiskey-colored orbs mirror the same guilt she feels.

Y/N places her hands on her hips with a deep exhale, her head bobbing as the words sink in and her head begins to spin. She knows he’s right. They’re both equally to blame, but it doesn’t change anything about her regrets. “Please leave. Go home to your family,” she begs him softly, too soft, not enough strength left to fight.

“You can’t just pull the plug on this. You and me. This is real,” he tells her, his hazel eyes boring into hers. “I think you’re the one, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she stresses with a heavy shake of her head, fighting against the tears that prick her eyes and cloud her mind. “I’m nothing special.”

Pensively, he nods and licks his lips, a humorless chuckle escaping between them as he rubs his mouth and ponders, “I keep thinking about what you said to me that night… You know, how there are shiny people who have everything? And then there are people like us who have to go to parties with those people and watch them get their pictures taken. And it’s not fair... ‘Cause we deserve good things, too. We deserve attention and love and… sex.”

Silently staring at him for what feels like an eternity, her mind races a mile a minute as her heart shatters into a thousand sharp daggers that pierce through her skin and leave deep scars in their wake. And then, Y/N foolishly crashes her lips against his just to stop the goddamn pain in her chest.

What is there to say that even justifies any of this? She’s fucking weak.

The harsh sunbeams that fall on her face and blind her eyes announce another dreadful morning as she wakes with a pessimistic groan. The bed is cold and empty; the married guy is long gone, leaving right after the fuck.

Y/N is alone again – with nowhere to go.

Why did she do what she did? In all honesty, she can’t quite understand it herself, the truth too cruel and pathetic to accept it. The only positive thing she can find about her situation is that at least she can’t sink any lower than rock bottom. She’s certain she’s reached the depths of Hell at this point. Los Angeles mistakenly gets called the city of angels. Truthfully, though, it’s filled with devils who lure you to the dark side until you can’t even look in the mirror anymore without seeing a white line instead of your own goddamn reflection.

The funny thing, though? She’s never even been into drugs or booze or whatever bad habit you can catch in this city, like an STD. She has always worked her ass off and walked the straight and narrow. And for fucking what?

Y/N is definitely at her lowest of lows, but that also means there’s nowhere to go but up, right? And when the red light on her answering machine keeps blinking, her hope and good spirit return as she eagerly presses the button, restarting the endless cycle once more.

“Y/N, this is Josie. I have an audition for you tomorrow. I’m not running it, but I thought of you. It’s in Watts. And it’s not porn... They’re looking for unconventional women, whatever the fuck that means… Oh, and uhm, if you ever ambush me in the restroom again, I’ll make sure you’re gonna be blacklisted on every casting call in Los Angeles. Are we clear? Anyways, good luck, honey!”

A loud scream echoes through the tiny apartment. Y/N can’t believe her fucking ears and jumps excitedly up and down when Josie’s message ends, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

The game is back on – and it’s not fucking porn.

2. Livin’ On A Prayer

Yikes! I think it’s fairly easy to guess who this mystery guy is, but let me know all your suspicions and gasps, anyways! 😉 And don’t worry. You’re getting plenty of Dean tomorrow (some would say too much Dean) 😎😈

Everything Jensen (1st part tag only): @extraterrestriali @this-is-me19 @writercole @awkward-and-indecisive @eevvvaa @imherefordeanandbones @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @jassackles @maggiegirl17 @perpetualabsurdity @deandreamernp @roseblue373 @lyarr24 @deanwanddamons @deanwithscissors @flamencodiva @chriszgirl92 @lhymer1995 @wittyboldsoul @djs8891 @snowlovespie @b3autyfuldisast3r @recoveringpastaaddict @muhahaha303

Plastic Hearts Series: @spnexploration @jessjad @siospins2 @mrsjenniferwinchester @akshi8278 @xlynnbbyx @wayward-dreamer @foxyjwls007 @smellingofpoetry @justrealizedimmascifygurl @ladysparkles78 @leigh70 @4getfulimaginator2022 @globetrotter28

#plastic hearts #glow au #dean winchester x reader #director!dean x actress!reader #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester reader insert #dean winchester series #dean winchester x #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n #dean x reader #dean winchester x female reader #director!dean #supernatural imagine #netflix glow #glow fanfiction

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petewentzisblack1312 · 2 years

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this is one of the two pieces i did for the zine Sing It Like The Kids That Are Mean To You created by @thrashbeatles and laid out by @birdloaf (you can get a physical copy here, and a digital copy here). i hope you enjoy it!

laundry day

or, put down the bleach

When I was little, I really liked dress up games. I knew how to play them right too. Straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pink skirt on the white girl. That was how you won. I don’t think I really understood how much I wanted to look like that. I remember thinking blue eyes and blonde hair made you pretty, and I remember how much I wanted to be pretty, and I remember I knew you didn’t really get those things unless you were white. But if you’d asked me if I wanted to be white, I’d have said no. I was perfect the way I was. That was the right answer, everyone knew that. Just like everyone knew blonde hair and blue eyes made you a smokeshow, and that only pretty people get put on TV and that pink was my favourite colour because I was a girl. Common knowledge.

I’m older now, and I get why that’s all bullshit. It’s not knowledge, it’s culture. It’s the victors writing history. It’s control of information, the power to decide what’s normal, the construction of an Us and a Them. It’s all a lie. Everything’s normal unless it hurts, and pain is normal too. It makes me angry that all these people—who are just like me, who are nothing like me, who love me, who hate my guts—think something’s wrong with them without even knowing what. So I turn to music that’s just as angry as I am: punk rock. Hard, fast and sloppy, countercultural and questioning authority, it’s a safe haven for everyone who just isn’t normal. I listen to people sing about poverty, about mental health, about rent and landlords, about all cops being bastards, about dirt and grime and grit and suddenly it hits me: all these people are fucking white.

It strikes me as odd that I’m not hearing these complaints from people who have it a few shades worse. And when I look into looking the part and I find more people who do not look like me. I find liberty spikes and mohawks sticking straight up in a way my hair could never, not without an atomic straightener and a ton of gel. I find people bleaching their hair until it’s deep fried just to dye it, ‘cause it’s just hair, it’ll grow back. I find straight black hair, blue eyes and torn black jeans on all the pretty white girls. That’s how I’m supposed to look.

A friend who knows I think about this stuff sends me a TikTok of a black girl showing how to look punk with afro hair. First thing she does is straighten it, like she has to make up for the fact that she’s black first. It’s strange, the way the land of outcasts still has me wanting to feel like I belong. Wanting to draw up a bath and fill it with bleach and wash myself clean, get out all those tough stains. To lay my head on an ironing board and get rid of all the wrinkles in my hair. To sew new blue buttons to see through. It’s frustrating, too. I’ve got all this dirty laundry in the form of everything I am. Who wouldn’t want to get it clean?

But who says I have something to air out anyway? Why keep it a skeleton in my closet? Why not be black on main? A mutual follower of mine has locs, and he wears them like emo bangs. I wear bantu knots, and I think they look punk as fuck. I see Edith Victoria rocking braids and faux locs in a million fun colours, and hair colour waxes getting popular, I see the success of afro punk and bands like Big Joanie and Bob Vylan, I see all these people being punk not in spite of their blackness but because of it. I see that it’s possible to put down the bleach, and I do.

#dils declares #punk #sing it zine #sing it like the kids that are mean to you zine #idk how to tag this since its not really about a band

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beedlemania · 2 months

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How do you think the guys help baby Davy through impure regression?

Okay I’m not entirely sure I understand this ask but I looked it up and it said kinda self harm/in general not fun regression so that’s what I’m basing it off (but feel free to berate me if that’s not what you mean).

Okay so I believe Davy regresses due to his moving away from home, his mother passing away, his constant need to be seen as independent and strong. All of that’s a lot of stress on him so as a result he regresses, sometimes not willingly.

Sometimes his regression is kinda like a slap in the face, he doesn’t mean to regress but he can’t stop himself. This happens in high stress situations which for the monkees, usually means life or death situations. Davy will regress and he’ll try to warn the others but it’s difficult to get their attention when someone’s pointing a gun at them. This causes Davy to have some meltdowns because he’s frightened and he feels a bit useless since his big boy brain has kinda turned off and he doesn’t know what to do. Pair that with the fact one of the guys is probably missing or tied up or just not near him and Davy breaks down. Sometimes Davy also ends up regressing in front of one of his dates (since they are usually the source of trouble) and he wont be able to help himself from clinging to her or leaving her to run to the guys. He always feels ashamed after this because he’s supposed to be the man of the relationship and protect her but sometimes he can’t. He’ll always beat himself up for it after and it’ll put a damper on his regression and he’ll try to hold off regressing for awhile after until it begins to hurt him and the guys step in to kinda push him into that headspace.

Davy’s meltdowns look a bit different all the time. The causes can stem from being kidnapped to one of the guys (probably Micky) annoying him and pushing him a bit too far. Sometimes he’ll run to his bed and cry (if that options available) but sometimes it’ll be a lot worse. Like I mentioned before, I think sometimes Davy goes mute when he regresses which means it’s difficult for him to communicate what he’s feeling. Since he can’t verbally explain his big emotions they come out in outbursts. He’ll throw things or hit or start hurting himself by biting his nails too far or pulling at his own hair. If he gets too frustrated at breakfast the guys will learn that spoons are actually the most deadly of cutlery.

I think it’s hard for him to really hurt himself since one of the guys is always quick to jump in and help him. They’ll wrap him up in a strong hug, restraining his arms and stopping him from flinging himself around. They’ll pet his hair and sooth him and one of them with get his emotional security blanket to wrap him up. Some days it takes longer for him to calm down and Mike will sit with him all day and if Mike has to go do something Davy will be firmly attached to him. (Davy for comfort and Mike so he can watch over him).

I think in Success Story, Davy would’ve had impure regression. He’d have flashbacks to what home life was like and though he loves his family, it wasn’t a great time for him. His mother (his prime caregiver) passed away and his dad was sick so Davy was the ‘man of the house’. His sisters were old enough to be moved out or too busy with stuff to look after him and his grandfather expected him to be tough since he was moving away from home. Davy would’ve been terrified of going back to that life where he had to ‘man up’ and there’d be no one to look after him or know his cues or just let him be little. I think part of the reason he didn’t put up much of a fight against his grandfather is because he was floating between states of regression at the time. His thoughts were too much and his brain couldn’t focus so he was kinda halfway to regression. Because of that he found it hard to argue/stand up for himself. I think after his grandfather left he would’ve had nightmares about never seeing the guys again and never being able to fully be himself again and he’d take to sleeping with one of the other guys. He also would’ve regressed a lot further in this time period and become nearly fully mute and clingy and more baby than toddler.

The guys would pick up on that fully and coddle him and read to him and help him do things. Mike and Peter wouldn’t let him out of their sight for even two seconds. Micky would pull him around in a wagon as a joke to cheer Davy up (they both love it though) and would do silly puppet shows and whatnot to distract him from any bad thoughts he’s having. Peter brushes his hair and lets Davy focus on that feeling instead of letting his thoughts race and Mike will take him on walks and let Davy point out things to him to calm his brain. Davy will point to birds or dogs or a cloud or even just something someone’s dropped and Mike will hold his hand (once again, their neighbours are all kind of aware of how Davy is) and engage with his finds.

So overall, physically, Davy’s impure regression is never too bad because there’s always someone there to catch him and stop him from hurting himself (sometimes Mike just lets Davy hit him until all he’s tired himself out, to which Davy will feel extremely guilty after). But mentally sometimes it can be taxing but the guys always make sure he bounces back quickly.

#i really hope this is what you meant 🙏#thank you guys for all the asks I love discussing Davy in any way shape or form #the monkees #davy jones #monkees headcanon #mike nesmith #peter tork #micky dolenz #davybaby #age regression

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prpfs · 3 months

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hi! f20+, literate writer looking for a partner to write a distinct horror-esque ( kinda ) plot involving false identity & doppelgängers. this plot is just really inspired by the movie coherence, & i have this nagging itch for it currently. mainly, the idea is pretty simple, & even though it is a little farfetched i don’t think i want to dive in too deeply in the supernatural element. i want to keep it a glitch in time or something of the sort cause it’s a character driven story.

details: doppelgänger isn’t who they say there, & they replaced the real version of character a & are now living in their life, in their shoes. character a might’ve had a family, a successful career, kids, wife/husband, the american dream life, whatever we decide on. doppelgänger doesn’t, wants the same thing character a has, maybe they come from a timeline where they’re a total loser, lost out on the big job, the big position, the inheritance, the love of their life, the kids, all of it.

plot has to do with betrayal, uncanny valley, the feeling of something just not being right, living with a stranger, gaslighting, manipulation, psychological abuse. again, this doppelgänger is the worst version of character a, a twisted imitation, came from a different reality and got rid of the original. they might’ve resemble their counterpart but there will be minuscule differences that begin to stack up.

it’s a concept about what someone will do for love, the measures they’d take, how far they’d go, how it’ll turn them into a monster during the process. the slow realization of guilt, the justification of their actions, the denial, the anger, the loss of their self ( figurative and literal ) in the process of trying to take back what’s rightfully “theirs.”

a little about me, i don’t mind writing m or f, especially for this plot because it’s so near and dear to me. i would like dark content 🕊️ included just because of the nature of the plot itself. i’m mostly searching for fleshed out muses as opposites, open minded partners, & just a fun time.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #dead dove #colored text for ts

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hanggarae · 7 months

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big deep breath OK SO . ive been so excited for this comeback like idk with every new cb i feel like i get even more excited than with the precious one yk so i was really waiting for it to come out!! they released the mv while i was in class (they hate me) but during a little break not long after i managed to watch it and i was bobbing my head and swinging my feet at the sound LJKE U DONT GET IT I WAS GENUINELY SO HAPPY

honestly this is one of my fav svt albums and idk it just makes me so happy all the songs are so perfect and good there's not a single one i don't enjoy and the aesthetic is so cute and im so excited and impatient to FINALLY HAVE MY ALBUM IN MY HANDS ARGHHHH but yes this was such a success im so happy they broke so many records and they just continue to prove how talented they are wooooo

for the songs there isn't one i dislike at all but i really like SOS idk the beat js so nice and the lyrics are really good and this may be also due to me loving marshmello when i was younger but STILL !!! Diamond days makes me SOOOOO NOSTALGIC i love it so much im so glad they used kind off the same sound/sample as Shining Diamond im in love 💔💔 i think back 2 back is my fav song of the album!! i love minghaos highnote and the beat and just the overal vibe idk it stood out to me sm their voices fit the song so well im obsessed with the part around 1.30 where dino and hao sing in like a low voice? YGM BUT ITS SOOOOO GOOD just the entire song is so good i think tbh i have a soft spot for pu songs 😭😭😭😭 i haven't had much the time to really analyze yawn but the soft voices and vocals are heavenly i genuinely passed away BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BREATH 💔💔💔💔 LIKE WDYM UR MY BREATH WHY IS THIS SONG MAKING ME TEAR UP DONT EVEN LIE RNNN monster is such a fun song i just know I'll play it on repeat like fire while im walking to uni to wake me up and get me in study mode 💥💥💥 it's giving Halloween vibes and im here for it!!!! it's also just fun to me because my roommate/bsf and i bet on who sang the first line and she swore it was gyu and i swore it was vernon and today we didn't see each other much so like 1h ago she told me she saw in a lyric vid that gyu sang that line and i was like ??? girl i have weverse and i follow it religiously so ik it's both of them AND WE COULDNT AGREE BECAUSE WE DIDNT HAVE ANY PROOF so i ended up showing her weverse and it was so fun we were both right in the end and we did a silly dance LMAOOAOOOO IT WAS SO FUNNY 😻😻😻😻 but lemme tell u about headliner. FUCK THAT SONG BRO WHY AM I CRYING ??????? no it's actually my fav song along back 2 back like are u actually kidding me ???? this song makes me wanna study even more for my Korean classes like FUCK HEADLINER SO BAD 💔😭😭😭😭😭 I CRY AND LAUGH WITH YOU THIS NIGHT💔💔💔💔💔 WHERE WE OFFER ALL OUR LOVE💔💔💔💔 HOW BEAUTIFUL💔💔💔💔💔 BEVAHSE YOURE MY HEADLINER 💔💔💔💔💔 this moment when we shine together don't lie rn I'll actually kms and take a bath with my toaster like wow jumping of the 9th floor of the apartment building next door seems like such a fun activity today 😻😻😻😻😻😻

RIGHT OMG I WAS LITERALLY TUNING IN EVERYDAY AT 12 AM KST TO SEE IF THEY DROPPED FHE ANNOUNCEMENT AND WHEN THEY DID I WAS SOOOOO HYPED ‼️ like fml was SO huge i couldn’t wait for this one ALSO THE MV LITERALLY RELEASED DURING A PRACTICE FIRE DRILL FOR ME 😭😭

it genuinely is one of my faves too, like although the songs aren’t necessarily my fave of each unit (i still LOVE each one) the album was just so well put together ?? everything flowed perfectly and like usually it’ll take me like two or three listens to like some songs but i listened to the album start to finish ONCE and fell in love w EVERYTHING i’m not even kidding ❤️‍🔥 I CANR WAIT FOR MY ALBUMD TO GET HERE AYSHSHAHDJHS

right like there wasn’t a bad song at all !!! my fave has to be headliner bc it’s just so fucking emotional like woozi why u got me crying on the train home 😐😐😐 it gives me MAJOR our dawn is hotter than day vibes which i love sm !! the whole album vibes reminded me a little of you make my day a little i think it’s just me but yeah ‼️ i LOVED back 2 back too omg perf unit ALWAYS hits and YAWN OMG 😓 every track was amazing 😓😓😓 STOP THE DEBATES ON THE MONSTER FIRST LINE LMFAAOAOAO 😭😭 speaking of monster, cheol’s part.. changed me . i loved SOS too omg it gave such like band vibes ??

ALSO HELPPPPP HEADLINER’S LYRICS OMG 😓😓 my mom heard me listen to it and said “girl why are u listening to such sad lyrics..”

#dori .. 🪼#seventeenth heaven we luv you

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