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simplegenius042 · 22 days

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Late OCs as Horror Themes/Tropes, Ships as Tarot Cards, and 15 Lines or Less Tag

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You can find the OCs as Horror Themes/Tropes quiz here and the Ships as Tarot Cards quiz here. One OC for the first quiz, Two Ships for the second quiz, and three OCs for five lines each for the 15. The results and lines are below the cut:

DISCORD, THE MAD KIN OF CARNAGE (A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and the Unnamed Original Works Trilogy)

Discord was a second-generation reality bender (or more commonly known as "Kin"), and one of the most devastatingly powerful as well. His very presence was capable of reverting anything and everything around him back to its basic essential form/s (until it became rusted, rotten, and/or dust and eventually nothing at all). Had technically been killed during the Extermination Purge War, however, Arcane Urias' Chapter of the Occult, a group of warlocks, liches and dark magic users that aimed to preserve ancient magic (regardless if it was forbidden or destructive) and bring back the Old Kin (which mostly consist of the extinct first, second and third generations, as well as some fourth) to rule over the Multiverse once again, had found a way to bring back Discord, in a universe where Earth had been ravaged by nuclear war. NOTE: This result kind of describes how Discord's second death more-or-less is like.

THE BAPTIST AND THE QUOKKA [JOHN SEED X NADI SINCLAIR] (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

While Nadi and John have this "loyally serving the other while yearning for each others love but beating around the bush due to bad timings and stuff and still caring and possessive of the other to an obsessively unhealthy degree"... I will have to say that Nadi's affection isn't John's only priority; Joseph and his family plus the project is John's focus and is probably what he would choose over Nadi. Nadi though views John as the person who gave her something to believe in again, to put her skill and faith in (especially after losing faith in the military and governments after the events of Call To Arms), so to her, Eden's Gate' faith is personified by John. But if either lose each one another, it will greatly impact the other's life.

HAOYU ANABUKI X ICARUS GALATOS (Life, Despair & Monsters)

Ah yes, another main LGBTQ+ couple I made to add to my collection alongside Sonya and Jennifer. Haoyu (Non-Binary, 25) and Icarus (Male, 23) fit each other well. At first both thought the other was a jerk. However, both got to know each other, related about their experiences with distant, long-lost and/or found family (Haoyu with their father, mother and Monika plus the Literature Club, and Icarus with his parents, siblings, alters and the Dupain-Cheng Family), coming to terms with their personal lives (Haoyu with their ability to open portals and travel through reality breaches, and Icarus plus his alters with the ability to switch dimensions with this magic fungus dude named Hatter whom one of the alters had eaten inadvertently on a dare), as well as near-death experiences (Haoyu with the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, and Icarus with Evermond Scowlzka trying to dissect him and his alters to get Hatter) plus their encounters with Sir Enigma Malvolio (Haoyu is Malvolio's foil and therefore targeted as a rival, and Icarus, while never meeting Malvolio until much later, had seen the aftereffects of Malvolio putting the essence of the Court King into a close friend of his, Marinette Dupain-Cheng). They also manage to work through each other's flaws; Icarus was reserved and arrogant but self-sacrificing (hence the requirement for his alters, Hatsukami Hinode and Xavier Tulip), and Haoyu was bold and selfish yet unambitious. Icarus teaches Haoyu how to be driven, pointing them towards a goal beneficial to not only them, but everyone, while Haoyu taught Icarus how to listen and take care of himself more, as well as be open-minded. Wherever they end up after the fight with the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, know that they're both at least together.

15 LINES, 5 EACH FOR 3 OCS IN THE UNTITLEDVERSE

Calvin Darling (The Perfect Storm saga)

"Ah, back in this shit again?" He grumbles, getting up.

"Haven't you learned by now? "Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before the fall"," Calvin quoted, "Try to checkmate that, you pompous dick."

"I need a drink," Calvin pauses, reminding himself of another task, "But first I shall pray."

"Mario! I'm a cartoonist, not a mechanic."

"...I'm simultaneously impressed by how smart you can be but also disappointed in how stupid you are."

Rick Thompson (The Omniscience Rule saga and The Ender saga)

6. "I don't remember hunting down clowns to be part of the initiative...?" 7. "My dream came true Ma... I am IN a Musical." 8. "Ms Darling, if I may compliment outside of regulations, you're stunning beauty is increased tenfold by the stellar addition of grime and demons blood." 9. "I may be an agent, but I'm no where near professional." 10. "Ian Graveheart is the kind of man Pa described as the worst combination you can give a loaded weapon without safety on... legs and batshit insanity."

Urijah Calaghan (The UnTitled Stories (from The Omniscience Rule saga) and The UnTitled Ventures saga)

11. "You don't matter. Nothing matters. Nothing except this mission." 12. "How cruel are our lives where we must live out a path hostile to our treading feet as the unknown entities above and beyond mock and degrade us? And what fate awaits us then? Release? Freedom? Death? A second round for your soul to enter the world again and go right back into the cosmic mechanism that grinds us down again and again and again like a broken carousel? Or a decrepit record stuck spinning on the same tune? But that's only if you're lucky enough to die." 13. "My mission is to release us, painlessly and mercifully, from the one who holds onto us; the Hand at Fate's Table, one abhorrently callous and cruel enough to take pleasure in the suffering he puts us through." 14. "You must find this tiring. For a man to commit himself against an endless stream of challenges for what is ultimately a short speck of time in our universes must come at a great unnecessary cost to your body. Do you not wish to rest, Joaquin? Wouldn't it be best to live the final minutes of your life resting? Taking a moment to hold your family one last time before our Peace?" Urijah softly questioned. 15. "That doesn't matter," Urijah softly breathes out with a smile, hot air colliding against the cold breeze as the countdown reaches its conclusion.

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the-untitledverse-blog · 4 months

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The UnTitledverse Fam during The Perfect Storm saga

Here's my Found Family of The UnTitledverse during The Perfect Storm saga.

We've got Joaquin Cobalt (age 15, height either 5ft 4inch or 5ft 5inch, transitioning male and accidental reincarnation) - Should never drive - Stubborn and short-tempered enough to get into trouble but skilled and competent enough to get himself and others out of trouble - Holds no love for bugs. Additional info: If Calvin isn't in charge, then Joaquin is - Has been traveling the multiverse for five years trying to survive not really updated on movies or places to eat and all that - Puts up a strong facade to be taken seriously - Though doesn't see the point in competition - Has yet to learn diplomacy - Mario's protege in the theatrics and showmanship.

Maisie Lockwood (age 14, height around 5ft 2inch, female and a human clone) - Shortest of the group and youngest of the group - Can't drive - Finds trouble somehow - Usually good at getting out of trouble but now she's dealing with robots and demons and whatnot so she kind of needs a little help - Loves bugs and refuses to help move them. Additional info: BABY! - Absolutely not mature enough to be a leader - Owen and Claire had her catch up on the best movies (especially A Land Before Time) - Quite affectionate when she wants to be - Loves to play fight, especially with Mario due to his shapeshifting abilities, also goes out of her way to scare the shit out of Joaquin, Calvin and Charlie sometimes.

Calvin Dearing (age technically 136 though looks like a stressed-out 36-year-old, height 5ft 6inch, male and a dream spirit) - Oldest of the group - Can drive but due to the sightings of a "driverless" vehicle, refrains from doing so unless under specific circumstances - Surprisingly the only who never gets into trouble and the one most often getting them out of trouble - Bugs remind him of the creepy critters he had to deal with down in the Purgatory disguised as Carmine Studio, so its on site for him. Additional info: The most mature and experienced one to be leader - Out of touch for films but knows the best restaurants - The least affectionate and competitive person - More the grandfather of the group but parent works too - A Dream Spirit is not suitable to be a host for anything.

Mario Emmet (age 39, somehow taller than Charlie at 6ft 3inch (5ft 11 inch in human form), male and a shapeshifting alien) - Can surprisingly drive well but may stray from responsibility sometimes - Tallest - Gets into a lot of trouble - Bugs remind him of himself so he doesn't harm them. Additional info: Not the baby and knows it but wishes he were - Would have them all eat in a sewer if he could - The most affectionate and touch starved boy - The most competitive out of the group - Play fights for days, Charlie being his most common partner but Maisie being his favorite playmate - Knows how to entertain guests so is designated host.

Charlie Emily (Technically 40 years old only looks to be in her early 20s, 5ft and 4inch, female and an android with a little bit of soul) - Knows how to drive responsibly - miffed that she's older than her alien boyfriend but he's a shapeshifter and is always taller than her - gets into trouble with Mario - Shows no mercy to bugs. Additional info: Tried leading for a day... almost got everyone killed - The one who knows the best things to watch and best places to eat - One of the most competitive people alongside Mario - Parent friend to Maisie and Joaquin - Does play fight with Mario but overall isn't outright seeking to do so everyday - Too shy and inexperienced in intimacy/affection or social events so Mario often takes initiative.

The Group: Mario views all of them as his family after losing his mother, while most of the others view each other as friends at best, though some like Joaquin and Maisie go "ah, that's Mario's girlfriend/Joaquin's brother figures". Mario and Charlie are the most likely to talk about their interests or whatever they can think of, while Joaquin and Maisie sit at the middle between "talking sometimes" and "listening in" while Calvin is all for just listening. Calvin is the only one alone who goes "we have food at home" while the others just vary in enthusiasm over seeing McDonalds. Mario is the most expressive and emotional while Calvin is the most stoic and calm, the others just sit in the middle. Calvin and Joaquin (+ Charlie sometimes) are the most likely to need alone time while Maisie and Mario need attention. Calvin's sarcasm leaves no one alive, and Mario relentlessly teases anyone he can find, though while Joaquin and Maisie get just a healthy amount that doesn't put them down, Mario shows Charlie no mercy with the height difference between himself and her despite the fact he's younger than her. Most of them are in the middle for showing affection through words and actions but Charlie and Joaquin usually show it through the latter. Mario and Maisie are designated goofballs, while Calvin and Joaquin are their designated goofball wranglers... Charlie's a wild card in this department though.

Faceclaims for Joaquin and Calvin are Brendan Jordan and Laurence Fishburne respectively. Maisie Lockwood still looks like her actress Isabella Sermon. Yet to find a faceclaim for Charlie Emily or Mario's human form but have some facial expressions he's made below (warning none of these doodles are colored):

Here's a close up of Mario's profile image

And here's Mario being trying to be charming and being judgemental respectively

And here's the template for the "Found Family explained in 5 minutes" thing

#the untitledverse #the perfect storm saga #oc: joaquin cobalt #maisie lockwood #jurassic world #oc: calvin dearing #oc: mario emmet #charlie emily #fnaf #fnaf the silver eyes #fc: brendan jordan #fc: laurence fishburne #fc: isabella sermon #oc found family

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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which christmas is upon us and jungkook just wants to say that he loves you.

> fluff / wc: 3.4k

> warnings: poor baby is sick so he’s on vocal rest :( oc loves snow but is scared of slipping on it, a littleee suggestive with an allusion to a hard-on

note: just to be clear the bold texts are the lines jungkook says to you using his phone ^^ + the first scene is inspired by this ask !!! + i had a nap after my finals then started writing this lol my brain is still fried. happy holidays my dear friends <3 stay warm and healthy <3

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jungkook plops down on the bed, about to slide his sweatshirt over his head until it gets forcefully ripped away from his hands. a yell of his dog’s name dies down on his tongue as bam’s fast paws slide all the way across the living room floor. releasing yet another crestfallen sigh, he follows after his stolen piece of clothing.

however, the path gets blocked by you, standing infront of him with a hand over your waist.

“and why are you walking around only wearing boxers?” you ask him quizzically, raising your eyebrows. “baby, please don’t get sicker than you already are.”

he pouts sadly, pointing at the couch where bam stands tall, his two-weeks-old sweatshirt hanging from the dog’s teeth.

“bam!” you turn to look at bam, and he tilts his head to the side innocently. “come here. give it back to your dad.”

jungkook scratches his head when bam drops the sweatshirt on the floor, stepping on it as he jumps off the couch to jog towards you. he can’t even point out the fact that it was just fresh from the laundry because he left the whiteboard in the kitchen and his phone is in the bedroom. oh my god, he can’t even complain about how much he fucking hates being on vocal rest.

well, he did try once this morning, using the whiteboard. with eleven exclamation points and the sad emoji drawn with extra details to be exact. okay, maybe twice. he erased the sad emoji to replace it with a crying one when you caught him making coffee, which the doctor told him he isn’t allowed to drink until his throat heals because it can dehydrate and irritate it. to be fair, having coffee every morning has been a part of his daily routine. he didn’t even realize he was making coffee until you started scolding him.

due to the cold weather and his intense recording sessions for the past week, he woke up with a sore throat and hoarse voice yesterday morning. aside from taking the prescribed medication, he was advised to go on a vocal rest, too. what makes it absolutely hellish for him? it’s not difficult to obey doctor’s orders. because it’s not like he could actually use his voice even if he wanted to. almost nothing comes out when he tries.

this gloomy situation reminded him why he religiously drinks vitamins and takes good care of his voice in the first place. it’s one thing to take a break from singing . . . but to completely abstain from talking? the last time he said ‘i love you’ was almost two days ago. he wants to curl up into a ball, cry, and scream.

and just like what he’s been doing since yesterday to express his misery, he sighs, lazily draping his arms around you. bam ends up lying down on the floor behind you when he realizes he won’t be getting any attention.

“oh, my poor baby. i love you.” you coo, tenderly rubbing his naked back, hoping it provides him a little more comfort and warmth. “you’ll be better in no time. just give your voice the rest it needs, hmm?”

you feel him nod against your shoulder. his embrace becomes tighter as he slumps, leaning more of his weight on you. you plant your feet firmly on the ground to prevent the two of you from falling, and you allow him to hold on to you for however long he needs.

“are you sure calvin klein hasn’t offered you guys a deal yet?”

and that’s when he pulls away. he stares at you for a second before shaking his head, fluffy hair bouncing as he does so.

“maybe it got lost in the mail?”

he shakes his head again, a bunny smile creeping on his face because of how adorably serious you’re being over such a random topic. how do you possibly miss a mail from the calvin klein? your teasing touch travels down to the curves of his waist, until your fingers trace the waistband of his boxers, sparking tingles in his abdomen and all the way down there. only then does he realize that he’s still half naked.

your nose scrunches as you smile innocently. what a minx. you never give his poor heart a rest. “then i guess you’re for my eyes only.”

body, heart, and soul— for your eyes only. but he wouldn’t say it even if he was able to speak because it sounds too cheesy outside of the song he hasn’t played you yet, so he kisses your cheek to say i am.

you pat his butt twice, urging him to head back to the bedroom. “go get dressed now, or i’ll change my mind and leave alone.”

he narrows his eyes at the sweatshirt left lying on the floor, and you click your tongue when the realization dawns on you.

“i’ll wash it later. it just had to be the white one, huh?”

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“oh, baby, wait! forgot your scarf!” you rip your hand away from the doorknob, bolting back to the bedroom.

jungkook waits by the door, holding up his phone in landscape view, the words ‘but i don’t have a scarf?’ flashing on the screen. he only sees this at concerts, having done it himself before— a fan using their phone as a makeshift banner. and here he is, using it to his maximum advantage in his daily life.

“well, i do!” you enthusiastically respond to his message when you return, holding up the two scarves you managed to find in your cabinet. “pink with black checkered pattern or indigo? it’s shibori.”

he points at your right hand, and his heart flutters inside his ribcage when your face evidently lights up. you drape the pink scarf over his nape, wrapping the longer end twice around his neck to make it even with the other end. you take a quick step back to check him out, and it matches perfectly with his all-black outfit.

“nice and warm.” you say sweetly as you stroke his shiny hair.

he types on his phone before showing you the screen: ‘it’s so cold outside wear a scarf too :(’

you wear the indigo scarf without tying or wrapping it around your neck, leaving both ends draping down almost the same length as your jacket. this makes your boyfriend tut. he mimics your actions from earlier, making sure it’s warm but still breathable. you hide a pout. this scarf doesn’t match your outfit at all, but just like how you also ate soup for dinner last night so he wouldn’t feel sad and lonely about eating bland food, you do it anyway.

you look down when you feel a poking at your thigh. “oh. hi. be a good boy, bamie, okay? we’ll be back before dinnertime.”

despite the dirty white sweatshirt in the hamper, jungkook gives bam his good boy head pats before locking the front door.

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you hum along to the christmas songs playing in the stores you pass by, restraining yourself from skipping along the pavement so you won’t slip on the unswept snow that fell almost the entire evening. jungkook is holding your hand firmly as you share a heating pad. his free one is tucked in the pocket of his padded jacket to shield it from the cold. you made sure that he was leaving the house as warm as possible, even stuffing earmuffs in your bag incase he starts complaining about freezing ears, too.

you pull back the khaki knitted bucket hat a little over your head so it won’t block your vision. he can’t see the rest of your face, but the way your eyes crinkle as your cheeks rise beneath the mask makes him copy your smile. you’re not usually happy with walking crowded streets, but the holidays seem to be an exception.

you always marvel at the giant christmas trees they display in the middle of the cities. you watch hanging christmas lanterns in awe, the swirling colors dancing in your dilated pupils. you gush about the christmas sales, and the discount bundles. you insisted on owning two christmas trees, green and white, to use them interchangeably. and by insisted he means you went home one november night hauling a giant box without him having a single clue what was inside . . . and he was afraid to find out.

you tend to decorate a little late because you’re both usually busy by the end of the year, but you leave it up until you’re reminded that valentine’s day is nearing.

this year, it’s the white tree’s time to shine again. it was jungkook’s idea to go with the theme of pantone’s color of the year, very peri, a shade of periwinkle. you already decorated it with a purple star on top and christmas balls all around, with light blue flowers and candy canes as the accent. now you’re on a hunt for lights to wrap around it, and hopefully also toss in some of those little gift box ornaments you just can’t seem to goddamn find online. (spoiler alert: you fail to find them in person too)

“ah! they have all the colors.” you giggle as you grab the first box of lights you saw, which is green.

jungkook is walking to the other end of the shelf as he inspects the boxes of lights he brushes past, until he finds something you’d definitely love. he takes out the first two boxes to grab the one behind them, because well, many other people most probably already touched those.

“baby, please help. should we get white? or green? or pink?” you ask without looking at him, squinting at the three boxes infront of you in serious contemplation.

he catches your attention by bumping his arm against yours, proudly presenting the item he found with the words ‘this one has a remote control with twelve colors ^_^’ flashing on his phone screen.

of course, it goes to say that you feel sad about your sweet boy having a sore throat, because this man’s life literally revolves around his voice. you were anxious about how you were going to comfort him when you found out that he needs to be on a vocal rest. but you didn’t expect that it would end up with you being hopelessly endeared by his written communication and cute little emoticons.

you beam at him excitedly, taking the box from his hands. “i like these round bulbs better. i didn’t think they’d have this type of st-”

you flip it over to check the price, and the amount of numbers comically make your shoulders drop. “aaand that’s also twelve times the price of the regula- jungkook!”

you yelp in surprise when he tightly wraps his arms around you from behind, whisking you away before you can convince yourself not to get it.

after the employee tested out if the product is working well, you finally made your peace with the price tag. you can choose the colors for the lighting modes and patterns? sick.

it doesn’t come as a surprise when you find long lines extending past the belt stanchions that separate the two counters. jungkook glues himself to your back again, resting his chin on your shoulder. the beeping of the barcode reader sounds too loud for him, and he wishes they would turn up the speakers so he can hear the jazzy christmas songs better.

he behaves for the most part, gently swaying you back and forth to the music. at some point, he almost falls asleep on your shoulder while resting his eyes. he regrets not wearing his glasses today. when he opens them again, you’re already fifth in line. jungkook estimates that a good 10% of your relationship is spent waiting on cash register lines, and it may sound tiresome if you put it that way, but oddly enough, he doesn’t hate it at all.

he pulls up the notes app in his phone, and you instantly look down at the screen knowing that he has something to say to you.

‘i’m thirsty :( my throat is getting dry again’

“aw, my love.” you coo at him sadly, rubbing his forearm. “want chamomile tea with honey again?”

you feel him bob his head, his cheek brushing against yours as he types his response. ‘yes. it magically makes me feel better ㅠㅠ but the pain still comes back ㅠㅠ’

“it’s gonna be fine. just let me take care of you, okay? drink your tea at the bakery we passed by, then let’s cuddle when we get home.”

jungkook briefly pulls down his mask to press an appreciative kiss on your temple, a small smile forming on his lips because you taking care of him makes him feel significantly less shitty. about generally everything, really. but you just get extra fussy over him when he’s in pain and he adores it.

your cheek kisses? addicting. asking him how he’s feeling every hour with your sweet, nurturing voice? brings him to tears. scolding him about being stubborn? makes him feel loved. religiously refilling the humidifiers? he must marry you. burning his midnight oatmeal because you had to help him look for his whiteboard marker? funny.

“oh wait, it’s already 4pm. so you should eat dinner and take your meds first before cuddles.”

the medicine makes him drowsy, and considering that he is already drowsy, he knows he’s going to pass out to sleep as soon as his body gets tangled with yours. having a sore throat fucking sucks, but he’s kind of excited to get his longest sleep of the year yet.

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jungkook heads straight to the table beside the window, letting you order alone so he doesn’t get charmed by the wide array of christmas-themed desserts displayed by the counter. the seductive smell of sweets permeate through every corner of the room, and it’s more than enough to have him drooling, really. but if he eats sugar, his voice’s time in prison will be extended.

he takes off his jacket, scarf, and mask to enjoy some warmth without the heavy layers. while he waits for you, he distracts himself with checking his inbox. he giggles quietly as he scrolls through the conversation between his members that took place earlier this noon. he was taking a nap at that time, courtesy of the medicine he took after breakfast. however, his attention gets torn away from the phone when he hears a gasp from another table.

it’s snowing pretty heavily again, engulfing the vibrant street in thicker piles of pure white. winter can sure be a nuisance, but god, is it breathtakingly magical. it’s fascinating how ice falling from the sky can transform a daily scenery into a wonderland of unadulterated joy. to jungkook, the human’s ability to breathe life into earth’s many natural processes gives him the enthusiasm to live through another cycle of the four seasons.

“snow is so pretty.” you sigh dreamily as you sit down beside him, sinking on the (personally, too) soft couch. “here’s your tea, babe. be careful. it’s still hot.”

mesmerized by what he calls his magic potion, he carefully picks up the cup by its handle. as he blows on the piping hot beverage, his gaze falls upon the saucer infront of you. it’s a blue donut with a snowflake intricately drawn on it— too pretty, he would feel bad about eating it.

“stop watching me. i feel bad.” you whine halfway through your donut, wiping the corners of your lips with a tissue paper.

your boyfriend feigns innocence, making a confused face before taking another sip of his tea.

“what do you want for dinner?”

with that question, he goes back to scrolling through his phone to look for a restaurant. craving to feel his warmth, you hold his waist as you rest your cheek on his toned bicep, curiously watching him navigate the food delivery app.

he shows you the chicken noodle soup from the family restaurant you’ve ordered from several times in the past. “yeah, that should be fine. as long as the meat and veggies are soft. put it as a request in the notes.”

he does as you told, explaining that he’s sick so he can only eat easy-to-swallow food. before he can proceed to the payment, you sneakily tap the plus sign beside the quantity to make order two servings. he look at you in question, because you always prefer rice over noodles.

“i’ll eat it with you. i want something warm in my tummy.” you smile sweetly, gesturing at the snow-covered street to reiterate your point.

you finish the rest of your donut while singing along to jingle bell rock, thighs bouncing along to the beat. your boyfriend watches you in amusement, laughing to himself when you mumble gibberish then sing louder when you know the lyrics again. after sending in the order, he shows you that it should arrive at your doorstep by 6pm.

he picks up his cup to finish the rest of his tea. he takes a small sip to find that it’s already at the perfect temperature. “mhmmm, so good.” he moans, eyebrows knitting in sheer delight as the warm liquid soothes his sore throat.

“jungkook!”

oh shit. right. he has a sore throat. that hurt.

his hand flies to cover his mouth, ‘oops!’ written all over his face.

you release a sigh. it’s the first proper sound you hear from him since the other night, so you can’t say that you’re mad. “is the tea that good?”

he snaps a thumbs up with a wink to confirm that ‘it’s the best!’ as he usually says. you conclude that the tea here is better than what he has at home, and so, you decide to secretly go here early tomorrow morning. his throat hurts the most after sleeping, and you’re hoping it would help put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

jungkook wears his jacket again, and then the pink scarf. as it’s snowing harder and it’s getting colder, you take this opportunity to put the earmuffs on him.

“so cute.” you mutter quietly, kissing his cheek because it’s impossible not to shower him with love when your heart is overflowing with it. you roll your eyes when your boyfriend leans closer to wordlessly ask for another. nevertheless, you cup his face with your warm hand, kissing the mole on top of his cheekbone.

jungkook opens the umbrella the moment you step out of the bakery, and the sound of chimes get muted when the door closes on its own. the green eco-bag where the christmas lights are in gently swings as you walk back to the car parked three blocks away. parking was full almost everywhere so you had no choice but to go with whichever empty spot you saw.

you make a noise of confusion when jungkook suddenly grabs your arm to stop you from walking. he dishes out the phone from his pocket and begins typing using only his thumb. you remain standing there, motionless, waiting for him to communicate.

he pushes back his earmuffs a bit before showing you the screen. ‘baby do you want a pasta maker?’

“why would i want a pasta ma- do you want a pasta maker?”

‘they’re on sale at the store we went to :D’

you fail to hold back a laugh when you realize that he’s probably been thinking about it since you were waiting in line back at the store. “want to go back and let me buy it for you?”

‘i love you <3’

you hide a stupid grin under your mask, shyly pushing down the screen to hide it. “yah, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk.”

jungkook only giggles, stubbornly raising the screen to show it to you once more. you pull him over to the side when you see a big group of people about to walk by, accidentally stepping on a pile of snow that makes you an inch taller.

“i love you more.” you brush off the snow that fell on his hair, and you share a sincere smile that can be recognized even only through the eyes. “you promise that you’ll use it more than once?”

he replies with a fervent nod. and it’s his eyes again . . . it’s always those wide eyes shimmering with love and optimism. they make you feel as though you are capable of moving mountains and parting oceans and turning dust into gold. and as long as it’s for jungkook, those might just be true.

“alright. let’s go then.” your boyfriend takes that as the green light to grab your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he excitedly tugs you back to the opposite way.

“walk slowly! i’m scared of slipping!” you whine in panic as you and jungkook leave behind footprints on the snow, temporarily carving the memories of today into stone.

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theesirenteller · 7 months

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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔄𝔱 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢. Rafe Cameron.

Werewolf!Rafe Cameron ❥ Mate!OC Gracie Grant.

"Dear god, he's so hot it hurts.", Gracie let out a sigh along with the makeup artist and other female crew members on set. The women stood huddled up together off to the side of the loft apartment watching as Rafe Cameron posed for the camera. The Outerbanks trust-fund baby had blazed into the modeling industry overnight. Mainly swimsuit and underwear modeling. His fanbase had grown overnight once he had been interviewed at a Calvin Klein photoshoot. His arrogant and snarky attitude gained him fans versus being disliked by the media. Gracie didn't care much for social media but working in an industry where the majority of the staff couldn't get off it or stop talking about trending topics kept her in the loop.

Like the endless parties that he either attended or threw himself every weekend. Friday through Saturday he'd be party-hopping from dusk till dawn, literally. And the scandalous but delicious tea-spills of his sex life reddit threads from both famous and regular women. Gracie had overheard runway model Tanya Sweeney bragging over the phone to a friend that Rafe had one of the thickest dicks she'd ever sat on. Gracie nearly burnt the model's face with a curling iron when she heard that. She'd been flabbergasted by the news and curious. The sex stories just kept piling in over the last few months by various models that Gracie worked with. The hairstylist couldn't help but daydream about him. She nearly made an instagram account just to follow his activities on his stories. Her eyes nearly crossed as she watched the way he flexed his biceps and grasped at his groin in the gritty "Wild Wrangler' photoshoot for FireStarter Magazine.

"Gracie! We need you in hair and makeup now, not later!" Yelled one of the staff members, causing the hairstylist to snap out of her daydreams. Quickly adjusting her glasses, the hairstylist scurried from one side of the room to the bathroom.

"I want his hair to have a very wet look. Like he just got done having the filthiest sex of his life." The photoshoot coordinator hissed as Gracie passed her.

"Got it." She said timidly whilst scurrying off to the bathroom.

The bathroom luckily was spacious enough for a high wood stool to be a few feet away from the large mirror and porcelain sink. She felt so hot that she used the few moments she had to herself to turn on the cold water from the faucet and begin to splash her face and neck. The coolness against the heat of her skin felt like pins and needles. Ruckus and laughter suddenly crowded in front of her door as Gracie padded her face dry with a towel. The heavy scent of musk-similar to a bear swept through her nostrils. Deeply earthy like fresh rain sinking into forest dirt. It made her heartbeat speed up and her stomach start to turn. Nausea bubbled in the back of her throat. Her fingers gripped at the terry cloth material of the towel as she choked down the sudden feeling. When she opened her eyes she was met with Rafe's blue eyes.

There he stood. Standing in the once spacious space that now felt as small as a closet. Rafe was attractive. That was a given. But this…this felt different. Familiar yet eerie. He stared her down in a way that made her feel like prey. The eerie part was that he made her feel this sense of comfortability and warmth. Like seeing a lover again after a long day of work. The pair drank each other in lust and quenched their yearning thirst…almost. Rafe cracked a smile at her as he swaggered his way over to her and it felt like the sun had kissed her skin.

"You usually stare this much when on set?" His coy question caused her cheeks to heat up. Rafe took a seat upon the stool and flexed his triceps as he sat hunched over. His hands rested against his meaty, muscular, toned thighs. Gracie narrowed her eyes in on his nails. They were a porclien-white color with hues of brown or more like black at the roots of the nail bed. The shape reminded her of claws. Stiletto-like but shaper and thicker in density.

Gracie cleared her throat and quickly grasped her paddle brush and hairspray. "No, sorry about that.", she apologized.

"It's cool." Rafe grinned, "You're pretty hot for a hairstylist."

"Are hairstylists not supposed to be hot?" She challenged him.

"They usually aren't" His robust laughter made her smile as she worked the wet and jelly products into his hair. Gracie was far too bashful to carry on conversing with him. Instead she worked on achieving the instructed hairstyle. With each movement she made, Rafe's eyes followed her as he watched her from the mirror. It caused sweat beads to form underneath the folds of her breasts. Rafe's animalistic scent grew stronger as she moved closer to him. His chest rose and fell heavily as time went on.

"So…um…what type of dog do you have?" Gracie asked to break the tense silence.

"What?" Rafe questioned as his thick eyebrows knitted together. His eyebrows rose as if realization overcame him, "A Kangal."

"Really?" A look of amazement swept across Gracie's face. "Those dogs are huge. Bigger than most humans. They remind me of wolves. Not like the regular desert wolves but werewolves." She rambled.

"Oh yea? You got a thing for werewolves babe?" His arms crossed over one another as he turned his head to look at her. A sinister smirk swept over his lips as he slouched back a bit with his hands gripping the back edge of the wooden stool.

A crimson-red almost aged blood color tinted her cheeks as smiled and shyly nodded her head, "Yeah I do actually. I don't know, I just…" she bites at the side of her lip, " I'm envious of their wildness. Their freedom. Also, the lure of being a child of the moon and having a mate. Someone that'll love you unconditionally and never leave your side is really beautiful." The more she spoke, the closer he had gotten to her. A daydream look swept over her face.

The moment that Gracie had broken out of her day-dreamer state due to the photoshoot coordinator yelling for Rafe was when Gracie realized how close the two were. The tip of Rafe's nose was less than an inch away from her nose. His eyes held this golden hue to them that she hadn't noticed before. Perhaps she was imagining things but she swore she could hear this low-almost barely audible- growl humming from behind his closed lips.

She couldn't look away. He had pulled her in and held her close. Just with his eyes. And then it happened. He kissed her. Ravished her mouth suddenly with his own. His lips were warm and soft as he pressed them deeply against hers. His tongue overlapped her own as she melted into their sudden lip-lock. Gracie whimpered against his mouth as she eagerly kissed him. Feverishly, their lips overlapped and their tongues entangled. A sharp jab struck Gracie's bottom lip causing her to squeal as she began to pull back. But she was only pulled back by his hand grasping onto the back of her head. His grip was stiff and firm to the point where she couldn't move an inch without a pange of pain shooting down her neck. His teeth sank deeper into lower lip as a feral growl escaped his lips. Tears started to form in Gracie's eyes as blood began to spill from her broken skin.

Her whimpers of pain soon turned into low muffled moans of pleasure as Rafe sucked the blood from her lip. Her clit began to throb against her pale pink panties causing Gracie to squeeze her thighs together.

"Rafe! Get out here now!" yelled his agent.

A displeased snarl left his lips before he broke their lip lock. When Gracie opened her teary eyes, they widened. Rafe's eyes were no longer blue but a bright nearly fluorescent topaz yellow. She stood there frozen in place as she watched the color dim down and change back to his normal blue that she once saw. He only smirked at her as he licked her blood off of his lips.

"I'll catch you later babe." He proceeded to hop off of the stool and make his way out of the bathroom.

Gracie only blinked before letting out a shaky breath. She then turned around to face the mirror and edged closer. Her lower lip started to swell and turn a deep shade of purple. "Fuck." she whispered to herself.

For the remainder of the shoot Gracie stayed in the bathroom. She couldn't shake what had happened and couldn't get his smell off of her. He was embedded in her skin. He overtook her mind and body to the point that she felt ditzy. To keep herself occupied, the hair stylist packed her equipment and tidied up the bathroom.

"Gracie?" A male voice called out from behind her.

"Yes." she answered as she turned around. She was face to face with a tall blonde haired guy. He had a standard frat boy look to him. Ralph Lauren khaki pants and a blue button down shirt.

"Sup, I'm Topper. Rafe wanted me to give you this." he passed her a piece of paper. "Don't be late." he said before leaving.

Gracie tilted her head to the side as a look of confusion swept across her face. She then looked down at the paper which read :

Building Number : 93286

Street Name : Rosenbaum Ville

Street Address: 636 Parisian Port Apt. 127

Gracie looked apprehensive and wondered if she should go or not as she fiddled with the paper in her hands.

#werewolf!rafe cameron #Rafe cameron x oc #rafe cameron x female oc #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #theesirentellerstories

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thestalkerbunny · 2 years

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My thought was, draw my slasher ocs as animal crossing characters. So I did.

We have Fursuiter and Handler as a.....Tiger? and a Koala.

We have two I haven't properly debuted yet, my pal @seelcudoom's Jackie, a sort of Pumpkin Knight kind of gal with her sentient weapon, Slashy. And her Number one fan, absolutely obsessed devoted boyfriend, Mortimer. As a cat and a human villager respectively

Dear sweet Calvin Black, better known as Prom King is a wolf and Undead Ted-the murdered groundskeeper of Camp Lone Lake now a sort of revenant is a highland bull

#TSB Draws #Slasher Oc #Slasher ocs #Horror #Fursuiter #Handler #Jackie #Mortimer #Calvin Black #Prom King #Undead Ted

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nerrissadevampyre · 10 months

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After not being able to write for so so long i feel like I've come back into that little piece of myself that's never failed to make me happy and that feeling is worth everything....

Also here's the playlists for my OCs from the Chapelwaite fanfic "Of Monsters Mages and Men" on ao3

Melanthe of Delphi

Calvin McCann's*

Giselle's

* Okay Calvin is actually from the original short story "Jerusalem's Lot" by Stephen King who was also not in the show adaptation of the story, as were not many of the other characters I am borrowing from the show for this fic. But I've written a good deal of dialogue for him trying to keep true to the spirit of his character that he felt too dear to me not to make him his own playlist.

On another note, a pending playlist is needed for Eoghen, aka the Foxman and Paul Bennett, but for these two dears I'll probably wait till some more chapters are done before figuring out their vibe entirely.

Chapter 7 will probably be up today as well!!!!

#fanfic writing #fanfiction #writing fanfic #oc playlist #chapelwaite fanfic #this fic is currently undergoing some serious editing though so any inconsistencies will probably be fixed in the next month #Spotify #now that i think about it Loah deserves her own playlist #i mean that girl carried the show on her back along with Charles #she's bratty and wilful and doesn't turn away from making decisions for her own life despite the consequences and we love her for it #need i also talk more about Adrien Brody as Charles?? bc this performance will always live in my head rent free #something about this man in period dramas just CLICKS right yk #anyways enjoy

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lovelyxenofan · 1 year

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I'm making a love story for Valentine's day, because I am very bored and I wanted to make one for fun.

QUICK NOTE: I'll be using my old OCS from 2021 (Only some of them that will fit well within the story) and even my newer ones from 2022.

OCS from 2021 that will be in the love story by memory: Calvin, Oreo, Reefer, Molly the clown (I don't remember what her actual name was), Hippity and Snowball. That's it.

OCS from 2022 that will be in the love story by memory: Piker, Lucia the rabbit, and BIRTHDAY.mp4.

With that outta the way, let's begin with the romance!

*It was a lovely day of February, the most romantic month of every year (Well it's not always the most romantic, but you get the gist of it). And everyone was getting ready to go treat their soulmate for the whole month. Some people had roommates, some were polyamorus, other were just boys being boys, and then you have people like Snowball. He was a gentle free car shop owner who likes romance games, but not actual dating. He was just a normal person like anyone else. But would rather hang out with friends on Valentine's day and work on cars as a hobby.*

*Snowball's best friend, "Hippity", walked on the sidewalk next to him, as they was taking their social friend to a Valentine's day party that one of they're friends is hosting tonight. While Snowball, as always, didn't care for it.* "C'mon Snowball! What's with the long face? We'll be late to the party if we don't get there on time. All of our friends are going to be there dude!" *They said to Snowball in a energetic way, as they were jogging down the sidewalk and jogs back infront of Snowball happily. Snowball made a huge sigh as he frowned upon Hippity.* "Yes, I know Hippity. You've been telling me that since this morning. Can you please just give it a rest already. We won't be late, I'm sure of it." *He said to Hippity, as they looked at Snowball with some concern in their eyes.* "Are you still upset that the money jar was stolen during your dealership last week?" *They said to Snowball, as he was looking frustrated about the theft at the dealership.* "UGH, Nevermind that Hippity. Let's just go to the stupid party and leave. We're almost there anyway." **He said to Hippity in a bad mood, as Hippity stopped jogging and walk next to Snowball on the sidewalk again, and went to the house where the Valentine's day party was being hosted.*

*Timeskip to 3 hours later. All of the host's friends had made it to his party. Including a couple of guests. Everyone was drinking, partying in the living room, playing some Valentine's day party games, Reefer was in the pool with his best friend Riley, and some of the guests brought their lovers with them to give them a romantic evening. And out of the crowd, was the main host himself, "Oreo the bunny". He planned the whole two weeks to setup his party for his friends and the guests with Molly being hired as the Valentine's day Clown, while BIRTHDAY.mp4 was in charge of the desserts, and everyone was loving it! He even noticed that Hippity and Snowball showed up as well. So he lets them enjoy themselves, while all of the sudden, he heard a huge knock on his big brother's door.*

"Oh! That must be Caramel Bon Bon! I wonder if my bf brought any treats with him? Ooooooo! I'm so excited! *He said in excitement while wearing his white suit, as he walks towards the front door, then unlocks the door and opens it up to see that it wasn't his boyfriend Caramel Bon Bon, but it was a tall, thick creme yellow care bear cousin who was wearing a beautiful shirt top with a flower crown on her head, and a skirt with some black leather leggings on her thighs. She looks down at the bunny with a joyful expression on her face.* "Why hello there sir! Is this the big Valentine's day party that I've heard so much about?" *She asked Oreo kindly as he had no idea that a care bear cousin would come over to his party.*

"Oh! Well yes it is ma'am. Have you come over here to join us?" "Oh ho, No dear. I just wanted to get some snacks for my boyfriend. He hates huge crowds. Do you happen to have any cupcakes or something else that's sweet in your party?" *She asked nicely to Oreo, as he was interested in the care bear cousin's offer* "Oh! Of course I do ma'am. In fact, I can go get you a box of cupcakes for your date. I think you would love that." *He said generously to the care bear cousin, as she smiles very sweetly at Oreo in satisfaction* "Well that would be delightful young man. I'll take a box of carrot cake cupcakes to go! And just call me by my name, Lucia."

*Two hours later after the meetup with Oreo, Lucia drove all the way to the location of teletubby land on her cloud cycle. No one knows where it was except for Lucia. She parks it up in the driveway of someone's house, picks up the key that was hidden in the bushes, then she unlocks the door and goes inside of the house while she closes the door behind her quietly. Lucia noticed that all the lights were turned off. Lucia walks around the living room, wondering where her boyfriend is* "Hello? Baby are you still here? I bought you some gifts for our date today..."

*At first, Lucia thought that her boyfriend wasn't home at the moment, until she saw something red on the stairs. She went to go see what it was, and it was a bunch of red rose petals. She was very surprised to see a bunch of red rose petals on the stairs, and they were leading all the way upstairs, so Lucia went up to stairs to investigate. Then when she got there, the red rose petals lead a trail to the bedroom door. So Lucia opened up the door, and was very amazed by what she saw. There were giant decorations hanging on the ceiling, red rose petals on the carpet and on the king size bed, and even a large size pink and green pony plushie with a red letter attached to it. Lucia walks over to the pony plushie, and opens up the letter to read a written piece of paper.*

And the letter said: Dear Lucia, I wanted to thank you for being there when I needed someone the most. You were the light to my darkness after my life went to shit. Well, at least not all of it was bad. I had a great time living with you as my roommate for the next few years. You shine bright like a diamond, your the beauty of my beast, and the love of my life. I hope that you enjoy your next present coming your way.

Sincerely yours, Calvin Webs

*Lucia was so emotionally attached by the letter that Calvin wrote just for her, she started to cry a little bit, while she didn't realize that Calvin walked into the bedroom and was about to surprise her in his prom suit, until he noticed that Lucia was crying. So he decided to speak with Lucia to break his silence.* "L-Lucia? Are you okay hunny? Was my love letter too personal for you?"

**Lucia gasps in shock and covered her mouth with her left hand, as she quickly turned around to see Calvin looking at her with a very concerned look on his face while in his prom suit.** "C-Calvin? You did all of this yourself? You wrote this letter...for me?"

*Calvin then took a deep breath in and out, and told Lucia the truth* "Yes, I did all of this Lucia. I did this for you. I wanted to make Valentine's day very special for us because I care about you so god damn much. I know that you don't want that many gifts, but I bought them because I love you-"

*Before Calvin could finished his sentence, Lucia immediately went to go give him a big emotional hug tightly, as she was crying happily at him*

"Oh Calvin, I always loved how sincere you are with your confessions...And I love you too."

*She said to Calvin in honesty, as he gives Lucia a big hug back in his arms, then the two giants stared at each other emotionally in their eyes, and went for a huge kiss on the lips. This will go down as one of the best dates that Lucia and Calvin will ever have.*

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demwhore · 4 years

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summer. (l.ty)

WHEN I MET YOU IN SUMMER, TEASER

pairing┃boxer! lee taeyong and college student! OC ft. Doyoung, Mark, Johnny and Taeil genre | fluff, slight angst | boxer! au warnings | slow-burn, language, mention of fat ass ( i know taeyong has none but alright), lots of banter, physical injuries, mention of blood, violence, mention of steroid usage, making out in the boxing gym, too much plot but aight, smut (for those uncomfortable, the smut is placed at the very end; the red banner indicates mature content, read at your own risk ) sub!-dom! themes, unprotected sex, fingering, eating out, penetration, biting, marking, creampie, edging, word count | 25k synopsis |

“If two people are meant to be together, they will eventually find their way back.” Or in which, you are stranded in your university due to summer classes and you had a little reunion with your ex.

a/n | this is part of @neo-cult-ure’s summer collab! taglist | to steph, @cinanamon, to dia, @jaesmintea, to nyx, @jungcity, to vivi, @seongghwaa and nini, @mjlkau and sunny, @neocitybynight for helping me with proofreading.

tags | @ethaeriyeol, @yuta-nakitamoto, @suhweo, @neocity-sarai, @jaeminsmainbitch @the32ndbeat @bumblebeenct @cloudynakamoto @solecize @moonlss @ceruleanskies @tzuqui @jungjeffr3y @neo-shitty @o-schist @waffletaeng @ncitythoughts @milkinqjungs

muse | and this is based on the song summer by calvin harris and long flight by taeyong, call out my name, earned it, pillowtalk, love me harder. there are literary quotes from The Notebook and The Great Gatsby!

release date | august 7, 2020

He slightly tilts his head towards his left and pushes your face more into him to deepen the kiss. His tongue grazing through the underside of your mouth.

He breaks the kiss, but his hands never left your cheeks. His forehead is resting on yours, a smile is ghosting his lips but his eyes are closed. He whispers your name sweetly causing a feeling of sparks igniting inside your chest. You rest your hands on his shoulders, gripping on it for your dear life and to calm your nerves.

You can see the slow flutters of his eyelashes and how it cast a hollow shadow on his cheekbones. His breath slightly fans your face and you find yourself ticklish. He finally opens his eyes and how it holds such light, alive like the galaxy. He gives you a smile, “I really missed this.”

Please do send me an ask if you want to be tagged! :D

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soc-characters-as-songs · 2 years

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Assign each OC a Taylor Swift ex?

ivy: harry styles (""out of the woods" and "style" are supposedly about harry. in turn, the one direction song perfect is rumored to be inspired by styles' romance with swift. it's also rumored that the song "wonderland" may be about him."")

meredith: drew hardwick ("“teardrops on my guitar” was written about a boy she liked, whom she never actually dated. "drew was a real person!" she tells. drew was surprised when he heard his name in the song. "I never knew she liked me," drew says. taylor stated that two years after the song came out drew showed up at her house and asked her on a date. she declined. "it was the perfect fairytale ending but a little too late."")

diana: john mayer ("the songs “dear john”, "ours", "superman", "the story of us", and “I knew you were trouble” are rumored to be about him, whom she dated briefly after collaborating with him on a song, “half of my heart”.")

alassie: tom hiddleston (""getaway car” is also about tom, whom she dated right after her breakup with calvin harris.")

ramona: sam armstrong ("sam cheated on taylor, and in response, she wrote: “should've said no”. in the cd booklet for her debut album, taylor swift, every s, a, and m was capitalized if it was in the correct order. aam is currently on twitter and actively writes hate posts about taylor.")

rhea: joe jonas ("joe broke up with her over a 27-second phone call, which is something she has complained about on the ellen degeneres' show. she got her record company to let her record a song about it, to add at the last minute to her album. “forever & always” is the name of that song. she also wrote, “last kiss” about him, and “better than revenge” is about his ex-girlfriend, camila belle. the previously unreleased song "mr. perfectly fine", from the re-recorded version of fearless, is also rumored to be about him.")

cornelia: calvin harris ("taylor and calvin broke up after 15 months of dating. “I did something bad" and “getaway car” are rumored to be about him.")

kaden: jordan alford ("“picture to burn” was written about him, whom she calls a redneck, and says he never let her drive his pick-up truck.")

andreia: conor kennedy ("he is rumored to be the inspiration behind the song “begin again”. additionally, "starlight" was written about his grandparents, robert and ethel kennedy.")

suzy: lucas till ("taylor met lucas on the set of hannah montana: the movie and they dated for a few months. they broke up because they felt they were better off as friends. he later appeared in the "you belong with me" music video as the main character's love interest.")

samuel: cory monteith ("cory monteith dated swift for less than a month, but still wrote a song about him. In the song "mine", swift talks about liking a boy she barely knew who tried to take their relationship to the next level.")

bianca: taylor lautner ("taylor lautner became her boyfriend after they met on set for the film valentine's day. their relationship was popularly known as taylor squared. they broke up in early 2010. she mentioned going to a hockey game with him during her october 29th, 2009 appearance on the ellen show. according to mtv he was more into her than she was into him, him going everywhere he could see her, but it was not working out. the song “back to december” is suspected to be about him as an apology. some of the lyrics go, "you gave me roses, and I left them there to die... so this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night... you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye." at the end of the song, she asks for his forgiveness and hints at the fact she wants to be with him again. the couple hasn't reunited. at the 2010 american music awards, swift performed the song and at the end added, "and he said... it's too late to apologize" from popular song the "apologize" by the band one republic. she is alluding to the parody video taylor lautner made for "apologize". time magazine listed this as one of the top apologies of 2010.")

archibald: jake gyllenhaal (I'm so sorry) ("jake gyllenhaal reportedly spent $160,000 to have her flown over on a private jet for a date. he later broke up with her through text. “we are never ever getting back together”, “state of grace”, “all too well”, and “the moment I knew” are rumored to be about him.")

raphael: brandon borello ("the song “tim mcgraw” was inspired by brandon, her ex-boyfriend. their relationship ended because he had to go to college. taylor told usa today, "he bought the album [taylor swift] and said he really loved it, which is sweet. his current girlfriend isn't too pleased with it, though." he was going away to college so she wanted to write him something to remember her goodbye.")

#not songs #the selected #host characters

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simplegenius042 · 23 days

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Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @softtidesworld @direwombat @starsandskies @strafethesesinners @strangefable @corvosattano @carlosoliveiraa @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @voidika @onehornedbeast @adelaidedrubman @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @minilev @g0dspeeed @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @titiagls @derelictheretic @afarcryfrommymain @megraen @shallow-gravy @softtidesworld @snake-in-the-garden @wrathfulrook @shellibisshe @chazz-anova @purplehairsecretlair @florbelles @inafieldofdaisies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @skoll-sun-eater @thewanderer-000 and @yokobai

Hey guys, I'm back! Three songs; one for an OC, one for a relationship between OCs, and lastly one for a fic. Respectively all in Life, Despair & Monsters, The UnTitledverse and lastly Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. Listen and read under the cut:

In the Life, Despair & Monsters, Sir Enigma Malvolio is the main antagonist who is the catalyst of the protagonists pain and the reason to why events such as these are existing. Though seemingly looking like a short human, Malvolio is actually what's called a "Displacement"; a term used for creatures from unknown and not categorized dimensions which "displace" themselves into another reality by using Breaches (tears in reality due to unstable flux of time or because something damaged reality previously). As the Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, Malvolio is driven by the need to "evolve" humans, who he sees as the pinnacle of potential to become something more, however is willfully ignorant of the "weaker" side of human nature and only believes that his twisted view on how to progress humans to a satisfying state is the correct way. By horrifically experimenting on them and attempting to remove empathy and physical weakness, he merely leaves them scarred for life and often mutilated or transformed into something else. Malvolio's view on human morality and ethics is disdain towards these "rules that set back scientific and evolutionary progression for decades more" and ultimately concludes "humans are better off without them", and due to his interdimensional nature and consequence "dog who must progress to using sticks and stones in order to eat other dog so he can survive and teach more dogs this progression to further the species" viewpoint, Malvolio can never empathise or realise how wrong his extreme actions are. However, in this song, there is the implication that Malvolio has begun to enjoy creating this horrific despair on humans. Listen below:

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"I've got to hand it to you You've played by all the same rules It takes the truth to fool me And now you've made me angry

I can't decide whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to Heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why my heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride

Oh, I could throw you in the lake Or feed you poisoned birthday cake I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone Oh, I could bury you alive But you might crawl out with a knife And kill me when I'm sleeping, that's why..."

Next song is for The UnTitledverse, specifically the friendship between The Perfect Storm saga's three main protagonists; Joaquin Cobalt (a rather ordinary boy who lived with his foster/adopted-sister), Calvin Dearing (the spirit of a cartoonist from the 1930s) and lastly Mario Emmet (a shapeshifting meat-eating alien with minor reality-manipulation). Before the events of The Perfect Storm saga (and getting sucked into the Multiverse), Joaquin, Calvin and Mario knew each other. Joaquin viewed Calvin and Mario as older siblings (like Lisa), while Calvin and Mario viewed each other as friends (who have similar experiences with losing time from their lives). By the time of The UnTitledverse, Calvin is trying to search for both Mario and Joaquin, get them back home, and though the three dearly miss each other, they still have issues (both external and internal) that they must deal with. I believe Colors encapsulates the emotion felt throughout this journey of breaking friendship, regret, longing, restoration of a fire-forged bond and the bittersweet leaning towards melancholy at the end of the first saga. Listen below:

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"Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so You said your mother only smiled on her TV show You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope I hope you make it to the day your 28 year old

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seems And it's blue And it's blue

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

You were a vision in the morning when the light came through I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you He said, "You'll never be forgiven till your boys are too." And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seems And it's blue And it's blue

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

You were red And you liked me 'cause I was blue But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky And you decided purple just wasn't for you

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seems And it's blue And it's blue

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

Everything is blue Everything is blue Everything is blue Everything is blue."

And lastly a song for my AU adaption fic of Six Of Crows called How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised? in Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, where in a (pre-)modern day equivalent of the fictional Ketterdam (which would be the Netherlands), the Dregs pick up two more strays; the chatty and (seemingly) crass Isiah Popov and the curt if menacing Gemini Teal, both of whom have a dislike for each other. In this fic, Isiah and Gemini (future companions of Silva and Ezekiel in the Far Cry 5 & New Dawn fics) learn to navigate robbing people without trying to kill one another and let the whole team down (despite being slightly older than the teen team), and appreciate the skills both have without snide comebacks, and eventually grow into vitriolic best buds while trying to survive a ridiculously unlucky heist. Song below:

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"Sorry, I ain't got no money I'm not trying to be funny But I left it all at home today

You can call me what you wanna I ain't giving you a dollar This time I ain't gonna run away

You might knock me down You might knock me down But I will get back again

You can call me what you wanna I ain't giving you a dollar This time I ain't gonna run away Run away, run away

This time, this time This time, this time I ain't gonna Run, run, run, run Not this time

Not this time Not this time Not this time!"

#music monday #life despair & monsters #oc: sir enigma malvolio #the untitledverse #the perfect storm saga #oc: joaquin cobalt #oc: calvin dearing #oc: mario emmet #far cry the silver chronicles #six of crows #grishaverse #the dregs #wip: how good is a heist if it's improvised?#oc: isiah popov #oc: gemini teal

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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please don’t wake me up | shawn mendes

university au summer lovin/lovin in the summer time, shawn x goth gf/oc

AN: holy fuck its the season finale. yup this is the last chapter. imma keep writing tho... oh btw this is just smut

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"Kiss me."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I breathed out before picking my head up to connect our lips together. My hands went to either side of Shawn's face, keeping him as close as I possibly could. I was desperate for something more than a simple peck, and I was determined to get it now that Shawn was back to where he normally was.

His big hands moved down my thighs and under my knees, hooking both of my legs around his waist. In the same move, Shawn moved his hands underneath me, tightly gripping my butt. My stomach fluttered with excited butterflies as I felt the heat from his body against mine. This went from chaste to horny so fast it was making my head spin.

I found purchase in the hair on the back of his head, letting my tongue slip into his mouth. The delicious feeling of making out with him along with the wet sounds of our mouths colliding sent me straight into the clouds. I sucked on his bottom lip just a little, and Shawn let out an equally small groan into my mouth, his hips rocking against mine once. It got me so hot I didn't know what to do with myself. I needed to hear more sounds come out of him.

We finally broke apart after a while, and a translucent trail of saliva was still connected between our lips. Shawn looked down at me with hooded eyes, his pretty lips swollen and pink like the patches on his cheeks. In a second, he was moving soft but desperate kisses down my neck, while his hand moved up my body. I tried to catch my breath as he suckled new spots onto the crook of my jaw but it kept getting knocked out of me the more he touched me. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath my black After Forever t-shirt, so Shawn was able to tweak my nipple through the fabric, making me lose my breath even more.

"You okay?" he mumbled against my neck, pausing his actions.

"Don't stop," I replied in a whisper. I slowly moved my hips up against his, my toes curling at the sensations. I wrapped my arms around his middle and put pressure on his back, wanting to feel him on top of me.

Instead, Shawn moved his mouth further down my body. He mouthed at the black cotton of my shirt, reaching my nipple. He wasn't one to shy away from using his teeth right off the bat, he knew I went crazy over the feeling. It was a reflex we both marveled at; The more he toyed with my nipples, the more my hips would buck up on their own. It didn't take long for me to pull on his pajama bottoms, or for him to tug on my shirt.

We both sat up and hastily pulled at whatever clothes we had on. Shawn was quick to get my shirt over my head, and then he was sitting back to yank off his pants. I was ready to get on my back, my front, whatever humiliating position he wanted, but he paused and stared at my nearly naked body, something twinkling in his eyes. I looked down at the scars on my abdomen, reminding myself that he actually had his mouth there. This wasn't a time to be feeling insecure on my part.

With my chin up, I leaned forward and placed my hands on Shawn's massive thighs. My eyes traveled from his crotch all the way to his eyes, letting him see whatever he wanted to see. I was nervous too. It felt like we were starting from scratch, and we had to do it right. I was able to compose myself enough to take the reins and make sure he was comfortable, like he did for me many months ago.

"You okay?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "You're just beautiful. I've missed nights like these."

That gave me the overwhelming urge to just pounce and let him have me, but instead I sat back and gestured to the headboard. "Sit here."

A smirk grew on Shawn's face as he crawled up to the front of the bed. He sat and leaned comfortably against the headboard, a knowing look on his face. I let him watch me as I pulled off my underwear, and apparently it was so attractive Shawn just had to palm himself through his briefs. I decided that at one point, I had to watch him touch himself. But that was for another time. He chewed on his lip as I crawled up to meet him, and I found my place in straddling his lap.

Tense eye contact only made things heighten even more. With a cheeky grin, I brought my hand up to his chin and pulled out his bottom lip with my thumb. His eyes were big and round, like he was ready to let me be in charge. I stared down at his lips, taking in just how pink and lovely they were and just how smug I felt knowing only I could kiss them as much as I pleased.

"Do we have condoms?" I asked, the thought smacking me upside the head all of a sudden.

Shawn blinked, clearly dazed. "Um… yeah, in the drawer. Babe, do we really-"

I placed my finger on his mouth. "Yes, my dear. We do."

He placed his hand on my bare back as I leaned over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. His fingers glided up my spine, giving me chills and the slightest thought to just ditch protection altogether. However, I found one square packet and tossed it onto the mattress. It helped me relax even more, so I sat up again and kissed him once again.

Shawn groaned as his hands found my tits again, thumbs rubbing fast at my nipples. Before I knew it, I was grinding on his hard cock and our breathing was way too staggered to keep our lips together. My fingers rubbed against the hairs on his chest, and I dipped my head down to his neck, biting into the skin. Shawn let out a low groan deep in his chest and tilted his head, accepting more of what I was giving him. My hips moved slowly while he remained compliant under me, his fingers slowly tracing up my spine and making my back arch.

"Mm, fuck," he mumbled as he cupped my ass cheek. "Need you, baby. God, I want you so bad."

"Touch me a little first," I told him as I leaned back, taking his hand and guiding it down between us. "Let me feel your pretty fingers."

I returned the feeling just as much. I reached into his black Calvins and squeezed his cock in my hand while he inserted a long finger into me. We both moaned out at the feeling, chasing the euphoria for the first time in far too long. My head tilted back, trying to split my focus between the feeling I was giving and the one I was receiving. But his finger was curling in just the right spot, and it only tightened my grip as I pumped his shaft. Shawn cupped my face with his free hand and insisted I look at him, coaxing me with his sweet voice. His hand was so close to my neck, it made me growl. I actually growled.

"I want your cock," I moaned, unable to control myself. "I want your big cock in me, baby."

In a split second, Shawn had both of his hands on the back of my neck and he was pulling me in closer. He had been so unnaturally passive before, and now that was gone. Perhaps he was just waiting for my domme facade to crack so he could take over. "What did you say?"

I was so thrown by his sudden change in his demeanor, I only made a stupid whiney noise. I was at a loss for words. There was my Shawn.

"Oh no, you need to say it again," he ordered, slightly tugging at the hair on the back of my head. "Tell me what you want."

My head tilted back from the pressure, and my breath hitched. "I want your big cock." My voice was small and shaky, filled with nothing but fervor. "Please… fuck me with your big cock."

"Wanna ride me, honey?" he egged on, an obvious smugness in his tone. He ground his hips upwards just slow enough to make me whine. "Is that how bad you want it?"

My head nodded, feeling the grip he had on my hair with each little movement. Shawn pulled even more and leaned in to sloppily kiss my neck when it was exposed enough. Then, he nosed his way up to my ear and spoke again in a deep voice.

"Better get fucking started, then."

I wasn't sure how or why I was so easily brought into submission, but I didn't care. I'd let Shawn order me around for hours between the sheets if it meant we would both feel so impossibly good. He sat back as I frantically pulled off his briefs. With shaking hands, I tore open the condom pack and rolled the thing down his length, making sure to keep my eyes away from him. He had gone from a sweet boy to the epitome of sexy intimidation, it was harder to keep eye contact. I was sure to pass out or combust or actually bust if I looked at his face any longer. My heart raced and my core burned as I prepared to take him like a fucking champ.

"Oh, that's it," Shawn moaned through his grit teeth as I sank down on him. A snarl came from deep in his chest as he reached around to grab my ass. "Oh, such a good pussy."

A shudder of arousal ripped through me at the sound of his words and the feeling of his cock splitting me open. I stilled for a moment, trying to relax myself and get used to the stretch. My fingers, on the other hand, practically clawed away at Shawn's chest. Red lines appeared where my nails hit, sending me even further than the clouds. I scratched even more as I slowly started to move my hips.

I won't lie, I wasn't on top very often. Shawn liked me in more submissive positions, like on my back so he could hover over me and shield me with his body, or bent over a surface so he could pull my hair and spank me as much as he wanted. Here I thought this position would get the tables to turn, but I was never more happy to be wrong.

He hissed, fingers digging into the plumpness of my ass cheek. "Oh god, baby… So good at taking my cock." He brought a quick slap to the cheek on the last word.

The movement of my hips caused the headboard to repeatedly smack against the wall, adding to the feeling where our bodies connected. I leaned back, planting my hands behind me for more leverage, and I rolled my hips with more vigor. Shawn took that opportunity to bring his fingers down to my clit. He didn't even have to do anything more, the rhythm I was going at was making me grind against the tips of his fingers.

I couldn't even form words to tell him how good he was making me feel. The only sounds that came out of me were breathy moans that coincided with Shawn's filthy words. Not to mention, the obscene sounds of our skin slapping together only added fuel to the fire. My thighs were starting to chafe and cramp, though, so I slowed down and placed my hands on Shawn's shoulders.

"Fuck, I'm getting tired," I said, panting heavily, resting my head on the crook of his sweaty neck.

He played with the long strands of hair cascading down my back, his nose touching my temple. "You're doing good, baby. Take a breather. You want some water?"

"Yes please…"

Shawn held my waist as he leaned to the side, reaching the bottle of water on the nightstand. I sat up again and took the bottle. He watched me as I took a hefty gulp, a sweet smile on his face. I was about to put the bottle back, but he grabbed ahold of it and drank the last bit of water before tossing it to the floor.

I got a good look at him now that I wasn't as occupied by his massive dick. Shawn's face and chest were blotched with red, and there were several scratch marks on his pecs. His cheekbones and collar bones were glowing with sweat, and his pink lips were swollen. He looked completely fucked, and we weren't even done yet. I didn't even wanna know how I looked. I could feel flakes of my mascara falling under my eyes, I knew that much.

With a smirk, Shawn took hold of my wrists and pulled me in closer. Our noses touched, and I felt his breath on my upper lip. Hands went up and down my body, but it was much softer than before. It was a little moment of just feeling each other without the desperation. Shawn pecked my lips, and then trailed more kisses down my neck. He didn't even hesitate to mark me up even more than he already had, leaving red and purple blotches on my collar bone. Finally, he dipped his head down to my tits, and he took a nipple into his mouth.

Like clockwork, my hips moved again from the sensation. I tangled my fingers in his hair and moaned softly, my entire body seizing up and clenching just from his mouth licking and suckling. Of course, that gave Shawn more stimulation where we connected and he groaned against my skin.

Then he smacked my ass again, indicating for me to keep it going. I pressed my hands down on his shoulders and started to properly bounce on his cock. He let go of my nipple and moaned against my cleavage, his tongue poking out to get a taste every so often. The dirty talk had ceased altogether, and it was replaced by his sweet moans that got higher in pitch the closer he got to the end. His fingers dug into my ass, leaving behind his own angry red lines on the skin. It felt so good to know he was feeling it just as much as I was.

Soon enough, he was fucking back into me, and I didn't even have to tell him. Shawn held my waist and growled deep in his throat as he thrust his hips upwards. The feeling got me tilting my head back and whimpering like nobody's business. My nails went down his chest again, making Shawn growl even more as he slipped his cock in and out of me with more vigor.

"Pretty baby," he grumbled, and then his hand was on the back of my head, harshly making me face him. "Open your eyes, baby. Fucking look at me."

The authority in his tone made me do it. My eyes opened and met his. Shawn's brows were knitted together, and his mouth was half open, intense fire in his eyes. His fingers fisted the hair on my scalp, keeping me in the position I was in.

Anytime my eyes fluttered shut, Shawn delivered another sharp slap to my ass. Our lips brushed together, but we were so caught up in the heat we couldn't properly kiss each other. It wasn't until Shawn's thrusts were staggering did I find my words again. This was when I loved to egg him on and get him to where he needed to be.

"Gonna come in me, baby?" I said breathlessly. "Gonna make this pussy yours, baby? Fucking come in me, daddy…"

Shawn squeezed his eyes shut, but only for a second before I grabbed his chin to catch his attention.

"Look at me," I said sensuously. "Look at me when you come."

"Mm, fuck!" he cried out, eyes narrowing as it finally hit him. "Aah, fuck, I love you, I love you, fuck!"

He pulled me in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue immediately finding mine, groaning into my mouth. I kept bouncing on him as I brought a hand down to my clit, now chasing my big release. Shawn kept moaning, getting a little more sensitive, and he grabbed my breast like it was a fucking lifeline. His incoherent noises alone sent me to the end, and I was clenching around him repeatedly, the heat expanding through my body. I cried out his name like a mantra, my thighs trembling with the release. As soon as it was too much for me, I pulled off of him and collapsed in the space next to him.

Shawn was quick to lie down next to me, letting me curl up into his side. His muscular arms went around me comfortingly, and he planted a small kiss on top of my head. Our legs tangled together, staying closer under the sheets. My breathing was still quick and heavy, and my body was craving affection and comfort. Shawn squeezed me once, and he gently told me that this wasn't over quite yet.

I wasn't sure how long I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling in a euphoric daze until the sun creeping in through the window. The light hit my eyes, causing me to scrunch my brows and turn my head away. Shawn picked his head up in surprise, squinting at the golden light pouring into the room. Then, his gaze met mine, and we both laughed softly. We really went at it the whole night, only catching short power naps every couple of hours.

Shawn turned his whole body towards me, and I did the same. There was a bit of space between us, but our hands found one another and lazily intertwined at the fingers.

"You look like an angel," he mumbled. "The sunlight is like a halo around your body. It's beautiful."

"Well, you're glowing," I told him, "you've got that sweaty, orgasmic highlight going on."

He smiled, his fingers playing with mine. Neither of us were exactly sleepy, but we were completely fucked out. I was already feeling the ache in my legs and my back. I was so glad I didn't have anything else to worry about today.

"What's the weirdest thing I did when I was on morphine?" I asked, wanting to fill the air.

Shawn's eyes widened a little bit, and so did his smile. "You said a lot of things. None of it was weird, you were just a lot more affectionate. You hit on me in front of the nurses."

I chuckled. "I sort of remember that. What else did I do?"

He thought for a minute, and his smile faltered a little. "When you woke up from your first surgery, you kept saying that I cheated on you."

For a split second, I was confused but then I gasped. The dream and the unbearable feelings came to memory in seconds. Then, I explained to Shawn what I saw when I went under, and he was shocked.

"Why would you dream that?" he asked, pouting.

I shrugged. "I can't control the subconscious of my brain. It felt so real, though."

"You know I'd never cheat on you, right?"

"Of course, I'll kill you if you do."

He chuckled and stroked my cheek. His eyes lit up again. "When you were on drugs and delirious from your fever, you really wanted me to cup your face like this. If I pulled away, you kept my hand there."

Just as he said that, my hand went up to hold his wrist. I mean, I did love having my face caressed. There was nothing quite like the feeling of being held in such a sweet, intimate manner. It made me feel small, but not in the way I had gotten used to over the last few years. I felt small, but I also knew Shawn would put me in his pocket and protect me. Of course I wanted to feel that sense of security while I was hospitalized.

"It makes me feel safe," I told him, really milking this afterglow thing.

Shawn's smile grew. "That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard. I'll keep my hand here as long as you want, anytime."

The cheesy, goofy grin on my face was so unlike me. How in the hell did Shawn find a way to crack me open? How did he manage to tear my walls down? How did he make me so optimistic about what we had going on? I had never been so over the moon before. Is this how you're supposed to feel when your feelings are reciprocated?

"Remember our first date?" I asked. "When you asked me what it means to be a goth?"

"Yeah," Shawn replied. "Something about light and dark, but you couldn't find the beauty in it."

I nodded. "Yeah. There's no beauty in depression, or nightmares, or surgery. And there's far worse shit out there that make it even harder to find beauty in the dark. And that's not even the dark stuff that appeals to me."

"So what does appeal to you?"

"I could have died. It would have sucked for my parents, and for you, and probably Stella too. But for me, I could have gone on to the next thing, whatever it may be. And yeah, it scares me a little bit, because I don't know what's next. Not knowing is what scares me, not the act of death itself, and not the skulls or the upside down crosses or the cemeteries. Finding my own light in the dark things that people find strange or spooky is what's beautiful to me."

Shawn smiled at my rambling, his thumb brushing my cheek.

"And you're beautiful to me too," I added with a giggle. "You're a different kind of light."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead, and then our noses brushed together gently. "You're the beauty in the dark, honey. It's all you."

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AN: LMAO I LIED ITS MORE LIKE A SEASON FINALE I AINT DONE WITH THESE FUCKS JUST YET HAHAHAHA anyways let me know if u wanna be added to the taglist

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #tee hee #imma tag peeps in a minute #im headed out the door akldfsd

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quillium · 4 years

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B, D, E, J, R?

I love you so much.

B: What was the first fandom you read fic in? Which was the first you wrote fic for?

*cue embarrassed noises* Naruto. It was Naruto. I started reading around… OH WAIT. I technically first read Harry Potter fanfic, because my older sister wrote her drafts in these physical notebooks and I used to steal books and notebooks from her shelf to read. I think, for a while, I only read my sister’s fics. It took a while for me to seek out actual fics for fanfic’s sake, not for the sake of reading my sister’s work, so my first ‘real’ fandom was Naruto. My first fandom I wrote for was Naruto, though, it was a self-insert disguised as an OC centric fic that I wrote around age… 11? 12? And it’s very dear to my heart. I love it so much, little me was doing what she loved and finding a place of comfort and I’m really proud of her for that.

D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?

Oh, this one’s real tough, so I’m going to give a long, wishy washy answer. Hope you don’t mind. I’ve been consistently writing fanfic since I was 12 and it’s always been a personal thing for me–I can track my life through my fics. Probably either Lego BB8 or Takeshi. I think that part of me wrote Takeshi out of anger, and I wrote Lego BB8 looking for a sort of comfort. I’d love to chat with you more about it, I just won’t in this ask because then we’d be here forever.

E: What character do you identify with most? Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Is it a cop-out to say all of them? Haha. If we’re talking canon, then Jiang Cheng from CQL (which I know you’ve neither read, watched, or listened to, so we won’t bore you with that), but I don’t really write canon-characterizations so among my characters. Maybe my Peter from (after) the dust settles. That feeling that you have to be something, that exhaustion that says I don’t want to be good, that hope that someone will come and say it’s okay, I’ll take it from here, that feeling that you’re being selfish but you can’t–whatever I’ve updated most recently is probably the character I’m relating to (*cough* projecting on) the most at the moment, though.

J: What’s your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?

Ah, this is hard! Cliche, but probably hurt/comfort, I’m not exactly sure why but I’m sure you do. I think that I write it a lot, it seems very up my alley. I think I’d go more in-depth with this answer but I’m… not sure what a trope is, to be honest. Like I have an idea but… no certainty.

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

I must forewarn you that I am not self-aware enough for this. I read a lot of Shannon Hale, Wendy Mass, and Grace Lin. I grew up reading an insane amount of Calvin and Hobbes–like, my sister owned every single book even the Tenth Anniversary Book and little me decided to reread until I’d memorized them all–so I think (or at least hope) that I’m influenced by that. Fanfic-wise, I grew up with writers like Ruinous Crow and SkyGem on FF.net but if I’ve bookmarked a fic then I’ve probably read it a billion times and likely have been influenced by it in some way or another.

#asks #Ask game answers

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rebelcthulhu · 4 years

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5 Songs OC Playlist

Tagged by one of my Favorite people on the planet, the truly wonderful, @liveinthehills! Thank you so much, my dear!

So this is actually the very first OC playlist I’ve ever done! (Secretly it is because I only have one playlist for a single OC of mine. I’ve just never really gotten into making them for some reason *I know I am horrid!* oops 😬)

Anywho I will be doing this for my elusive and rarely talked about Inquizi, Talessa Trevelyan!

1. This is What You Came for - By Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna // Madilyn Bailey (Cover)

2. Gasoline - Halsey

3. Breath of Life - Florence + The Machine

4. Castle - Halsey

5. The Fighter - In This Moment

The moment it hits you that these are super fun and you have been depriving yourself forever, haha.

I will be tagging @slothssassin, @thekingoforzammar, @star--nymph, and @fuckthetemplars

and as usual even if you weren’t tagged and you’d like to do this please feel free to do so! and to all those i have tagged please feel no obligation to do this if you aren’t up to it!

Thank you once again, my dearest sweetheart! 🖤

#again so so much fun really wish i made more playlist!#Talessa Trevelyan #MyOc(s)#OC meme

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mwolf0epsilon · 5 years

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DBH - Nameless and Homeless

A quick one shot from the perspective of my AP700 android OC, Apollo, before he got his name and had his memory chip repaired.

The Android Revolution brought freedom to android-kind, but not every android was happy to lose what they had. A unique AP700 certainly didn't feel very grateful to Jericho or it's leaders...

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Model AP700 #281 020 180 could still remember the day his family had acquired him from the Cyberlife Store in Greektown.

The memory evaded him most days, but it always returned during charging cycles, when his thoughts would be less jumbled and easier to access.

It was a fine day. The Johnsons had come to the store on an foggy July morning, just after the end of a mild summer shower.

Although both parents were of the working class, at least from what his scan could tell him, neither of the mother’s or father’s jobs had a high enough income to justify purchasing an android. Most were above the regular pay grade of an average family, and the AP700s were still recent enough in their release that it justified a price of nearly 9000 dollars.

This of course was not a problem for this particular unit, as he was on an unusually high discount as it was.

“That one. Why’s it so cheap compared to the others?” Mr. Johnson, had asked the customer service android that had been showcasing the newest models available for purchase.

“AP700 Model Number 281 020 180 has been flagged by Cyberlife as being of faulty manufacture. The listed malfunctions include: Lack of social responses such as speech or visual contact, and a slight glitch in it’s memory chip which affects it's name registration program.”

Mr. Johnson had stared at him, as the android explained the intricacies of the damaged AP700’s malfunctions. Beside him stood his wife, Mrs. Johnson, who looked much older than her husband, but mostly due to the stresses of child-reering having taken a toll on her appearance. His scans did, after all, indicate she was a healthy young woman, even after having had three kids.

The children in question, were three energetic little ones that were running around the store looking at the display cases of the other android models.

There was a vintage rental PL600 with the old ‘Simon Says’ advertisements that used to air on tv, along with a unique green uniform, and a set of inquisitive green eyes to match.

There was an AX400 with bobbed raven hair instead of the standard long brown, discounted at about 100 dollars due to the AP700 line’s recent release.

There was an HK400 as well, but he doubted it would be sold anytime soon, as the AP700 had seen several patrons come in to replace their older models with his own line.

The release of the AP700 was, after all, the obsoletion of several older domestic androids.

“Why are Cyberlife selling a broken android?” Mr. Johnson had asked, ever the diligent man that he was with seeking out loopholes.

He just needed to know these things so he didn’t later regret his decisions.

“Although faulty, AP700 Model Number 281 020 180 is still a functioning android and will obey it’s owner's orders accordingly. As an added bonus to it’s purchase, Cyberlife has offered a care package, as well as optional customization to make up for the issues that come with acquiring this particular model.”

One of the Johnson kids, a young 8 year old girl with the brightest chocolate brown eyes he’d ever seen, had come to look up into his display case.

She smiled a huge gapped smile, from having lost her two front teeth, which was actually quite endearing. It certainly complimented the youthful and innocent gleam of her eyes.

He found himself smiling back.

“Alright, seems fair.” Mr. Johnson said as he turned to look at his wife for an opinion on the matter. “Think it’ll be a good replacement for old Dimitri?”

Mrs. Johnson looked up at the AP700, then at her children who were all now looking up at his display case.

“Yes dear, but I don’t want another Dimitri.” She replied. Dimitri must have been their previous android the family had owned. “This one will be different. We need to make him unique.”

And they certainly had.

As soon as they paid for the AP700, they’d asked for the optional cosmetic changes.

It hurt, the whole thing hurt, but he’d been made different for them...So in the end he didn’t mind. It meant they’d be happy with him.

With a new hair color, a new shiny eye, and a height boost, the AP700 had gone home to his new family and he’d loved them with all of his heart.

Because he did have a heart.

It couldn’t be anything else if it fit all the love he felt for these people.

Even with his faults, they seemed to love him just as much.

They didn’t even seem to mind that he couldn’t quite register the names they tried to give him. The second youngest child, Calvin, had even made a game of it.

As a means of indulging him, the AP700 had responded to every single name that he came up with, and even became fond of some of the ones he’d been called.

‘Chirp’ and ‘Tulip’ were his most favorites. They were ones Calvin had picked after he’d noticed two particular interests of the AP700. Tending to the family garden, and birdwatching when he’d found a nest in the windowsill.

“Ollie, can you help me with my homework?”

“Richard, wash the dishes will you?”

“Victor the dog hasn’t been walked yet, can you take care of it?”

“Gustave, Molly needs a bath.”

“Play with me Chris!”

The AP700 had a very busy life, but a happy one nonetheless. Everything was perfect...Until that fateful date, that is...

August 15th, 2038.

A PL600 went berserk, killing its owner and taking the child it was caring for hostage.

The AP700 watched the broadcast with his family, all having stopped what they were doing to stare at the live feed.

Despite the circumstances, the AP700’s heart ached for the child and the terrified android on the news. Especially when that other android came to negotiate...He’d never seen such cold calculative eyes on an android before, and it had honestly spooked the customized AP series model.

As soon as it had started, it had ended as well…

And not for the better.

The negotiator android hadn’t even had the heart to comfort the poor child after the PL600 was shot down by the SWAT team. The AP series found himself glaring, LED bright red, as he watched the android leave the scene, it's mission accomplished.

“To think Dimitri could have done the same…” Mrs. Johnson had sounded scared.

The glare softened with concern, and the red LED spun yellow as the AP700 turned to observe his family.

They were all staring at him, they likely felt the same he did.

Apprehensive.

Things changed after that day. There was a massive recall for all remaining PL600s after the one went crazy. He’d watched from the window as families drove their “dangerously faulty” androids to their respective Cyberlife stores, coming back with brand new AP700s as compensation. A reward for compliance to what the AP700 could only compare to mass murder born of fear blown out of proportion.

It didn’t feel right, watching those androids who’d done nothing but be loyal to their families, be taken to their doom when they’d been loving companions. Some of which he'd even crossed paths with before.

The neighborhood wasn’t the only thing that changed.

The Johnsons had as well.

The AP700 watched as they became less animated as they spoke to him, quieting down, calling him by less names and instead just telling him to do his chores.

It concerned him. But he didn’t have long to muse on their odd behaviour...Because Stratford tower was hijacked not too long after.

Zero human casualties, one android fatality. Yet somehow a peaceful broadcast was made to look like a terrorist attack by the ever paranoid humans.

It had left a strange taste in the AP700’s mouth, something akin to bleach.

The Johnsons were scared, and he could tell they were. The humans were planting fear in their own kind and making his kind look like the monster under the children’s bed.

And the AP700 couldn’t understand why.

The freedom marchers were the last straw.

People began to evacuate.

One day, the Johnson's AP700 was asked to go to the store to pick up some dog food, and then when he returned, his family was gone.

He’d been left behind.

And that had been the first time the AP series had cried, truly cried.

The Johnsons had abandoned him because they thought he was a threat, when all he’d done was care for them. Somehow, he knew that this was what that PL600 had felt, and yet he had no desire for revenge against his masters. He just wanted to cry.

The mass recall of androids made him run, run and hide where no one would think to look for an android. The Junkyard.

The AP700 became accustomed to seeing broken and dying androids, scavenging for biocomponents and thirium.

He learned to avoid the ones desperate enough to attack on sight.

His predecessor being one among many who tried so desperately to feed off of him. There was no familial bond or respect for their shared masters.

Dimitri, a once kind and caring PL600, now hunted and behaved like an animal, driven to insanity by desperation to survive and the rage of being rejected and abandoned. Consumed by the ruthless nature of the Junkyard. The AP700 learned to skirt around him, but never brought harm to the one he'd replaced.

Law of the jungle or not, he had a sort of respect for the older Android.

In the Junkyard he’d also learned to bury those that couldn’t hang on any longer, learned to respect them.

He learned to mourn the dead, and send them off feeling loved in a world where they’d been nothing more but tools to the cruel families and corporations they'd served.

And then the revolution came to pass, and the AP700 found himself walking the abandoned streets of Detroit, without a clear destination in mind. There was nothing out there for him. Freedom was nothing if not a cruel joke to him.

If he was free then why couldn't he be with his family? Why was it wrong to love them?

He spat on the ground whenever he caught others praise the Jericho leaders for bringing them the right to live their own lives.

Screw Jericho, screw Markus and his little friends, fuck all of them.

They'd ruined his life.

He'd not be another slave to their cause.

He'd wandered and stewed in his sadness and anger, until he found his little one.

Abandoned in an old warehouse, discarded by an unloving family, much like he had.

As soon as he'd picked him up, the baby had stopped wailing and the AP700 knew. It was destined, somehow, that they'd be each other's family.

He’d raise this baby to be a good human.

He’d feed and clothe him, wash him and love him. Teach him to be kind.

He’d never abandon Chance like the humans had abandoned them both.

The AP700 was nameless and homeless, but it liked the idea of one day being something else: A father.

#Eps Writes:#Fanfic #detroit become human #detroit: become human #OC Stuff #Give me more outsider perspectives on the revolution #like plz give me androids that are deviant but are legitimately bitter because they loved their families and were forced to leave them #and also give me more android survivors living in bad conditions but coming off stronger despite not being built to be survivors

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A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik Story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

Warnings: Language

@chaneajoyyy

Chapter IX: Rize

February 6, 2014

22 HOURS BEFORE SHOWTIME.REHEARSAL, NINE PM.

"Ladies, Gents! Find Seats! Sit in them!" All twenty-four models followed Yani's request. We just wrapped our rehearsal, everyone did phenomenal. I can only pray that we get it like this at 583 Park Ave. Yani and I have been thee dynamic duo for the past seventy-two hours. I've been steaming outfits, she's been bagging accessories. I've been designing roll-away walls, she's been contacting every contractor in her contacts to design the black and gold glitter floors.

Honestly, in the past month, Yani and I have been on our hustle. I finished my last shoot and have been on go since. Erik and I have basically been like two ships passing in the night. I usually would leave before him, and come home after he arrived. We never talked about my father's birthday, our kiss..well..kisses. None of it. I've been too busy. Yasin and I have been texting here and there, but I haven't seen him either. He's been understanding about it though. The only person I've been spending my time with is Yani.

We've collectively gotten maybe eight hours of sleep in three days. So now, we're just exhausted and over it. We're trying to get this rehearsal over and done with. The theater's silence is my queue to step on the stage, I do so, scanning my models faces. They're looking like kids on Christmas Eve. So excited for what the next day has to bring. Their faces make me grateful, my smile spreads and everyone breaks out in applause. I decipher a few, "Yeah Syd!" "You did it girl!" and "Woos" in the crowd, I yield my hands up and down, they lower their yells. "Hey everybody, We're down to the wire here. We're less than a day away. We've been working our asses off for a month and a half. I couldn't have ever gotten this done without any of you. I'm excited for everyone to see our hard work. I'm even more excited for you to see your hard work pay off."

I point to Iyo in the control center, He dims the lights and lower the projector screen. "I now present to you.. UPTXWN." Applause rings out as the projector displays a drone clip of High Bridge among the sunrise and Syd's voiceover, "Uptown, Home of the greats. From The Bronx, to Harlem. The place I know, the place I love." The six models she started with appear on the screen, daringly sitting on the railing, laughing with one another in their high end garments. "Our hustles.. It always had this special..thing about it. We always went a little harder. Thought a little smarter. Emerged to the top a bit faster." Photos of me and all of Uptown's finest begins scrolling through from right to left. From a photo of me and Dapper Dan when I was fresh out of college. Diddy and I when I was an intern at Chanel. With Kerry Washington a bit after Save the Last Dance came out when I was twelve. Sistah Souljah, Kid Capri, Bianca (aka Young B), Cam'ron, Juelz, and Jim Jones back when Rock-a-fella were still together, Kalis, and finally, A$AP Mob & me when they were fresh in the game back in 2011.

"And when we're on top, we set trends. We define eras. Their stamps will forever be evident in our culture. Here's mine. Here's UPTXWN." All of the photos scroll backwards and the screen goes black for a few seconds. Images of the Big L tribute wall outside of the Harlem Up Deli Market, in black and white appear, then the same original six models; Sam, Levi, Von, Jade, Deanna, and Cass kneeling at different levels, crowded around the wall. Making sure not to block his face or name. Then Pretty Flako instrumental bangs through the theater's speakers. The TV flake transition changes to the Bailey house shoot. The drone shot pans around the corner of the property, all twenty four models posing looking like royalty draped in over $80,000 worth of clothes collectively. The visual pans over to a slowed down visual of Nina flashing her bottom grill, her thick frame vibing out to the up tempo beat. Then to Xierra kneeling beside her, giving face in her side profile. The screen shortly displays a wide pan of the property and models again, then switches to Levi. Iyo's suggested scene of displaying the details of his tattoos on his shirtless body-- while simultaneously showing the VVS necklace, the embroidery on the custom one of a kind jean jacket; came out perfectly.

The photos of each model in each of their looks scroll through at the right speed so each detail is fully displayed. Every model stands up, showing off as their photos went across the screen. As Gina's photoset emerges, I turn to the screen so I can roll my eyes. I instantly become reminded of how flirty she was with Erik before Yani had to snatch her up to take these. Yani stands beside me, peeping the entire scene, "Girl, suck it up. She in it now. Let's get it over with." I shake it off, turning back to the models.

The park Marcus Garvey Amphitheater scene pops up, it was a gloomy overcast. Which was perfect for the theme. As the looping instrumental repeats, each model was either sitting at the top of the folding seats, or crouched on the seat of the folding seats. The collective total of every look? $110,878. I'm lucky I got such great relationships with these clients and these models didn't fuck up any of they shit. The first visual was Von, on the center stage. His long hair hanging over his entire face. He rocked this black long open hooded jacket, shirtless. Displaying his massive musical themed chest piece. It gave me a grim reaper vibe that I was definitely looking for. The jacket was a piece I asked Chris Brown's people to create for their Black Pyramid line. They fucked with the vision and agreed to do it. Von flipped the bottom of the jacket back with force, the rest of the models appeared on stage, smoke filled the stage floor as the all black visual came to life. Gina and Cass rocked matching contrast dresses, Cass was the only model not in black that day. I put her in a white intricate lace Erdem Dress. Gina wore the matching Black dress.

Jade and Deanna were back to back. Jade was wearing a black deep v neck, with a leather ribbed comme des garcons jacket. With a cascading gold necklace reaching her stomach. Accompanied with black and gold aviator Louis Vuitton shades, Black ripped Levis I thrifted on the East side, and Jefferey Campbell's Legion booties. Deanna was wearing my favorite outfit of that day. A black long sleeved Oscar De La Renta ruffled shirt with cut out shoulders, a Burberry black ruffled skirt, and black Averil Doc Martin boots. Her bamboos and three finger ring spelling out her name put a street edge on her look that was near and dear to my Harlem bred heart. GG beat every woman's face and gave them the same cohesive smokey eye with the black, In The Spirit MAC lipstick. The only difference makeup wise was Cass' white undereye liner.

Once again the photos of every model starts cascading slideshow style. Johan was my second favorite look for that shoot, He rocked a black high low long sleeved Alexander Wang shirt, black distressed Givenchy jeans, and his personal black on black Ralph Lauren Hi Boots. I was going to put him in some other shoes, but I saw the ones he had on and they looked way better with the fit. We accompanied that look with a black Cuban link necklace, the matching bracelet, and Dolce & Gabana retro flip up round glasses.

Everyone's rave reactions trigger my tears of joy, it's all of our first times seeing the visual's final product and I couldn't be any more proud. This has really been my baby. I've nurtured it, I've put in the work for it. This moment was like its graduation. Everyone looks at me, "Awwwwww!" Yani gives me a big hug, "I'm proud of you, kid." I squeeze her, "I'm proud of us, kid." I push out a laugh.

The final shoot displayed the brownstones on Mount Morris Park, the street right outside of Marcus Garvey Park. Where my parents' old brownstone was. I only needed my original six for this one, since all twenty-four wouldn't fit on the stoop. That day, it was sunny. Not one cloud in sight. Perfect lighting for the intimate shoot. The theme was spring, specifically, pastel colors.

I dressed Jade in a pastel yellow Ted Baker maxi dress, I accessorized her outfit with vintage canary yellow teardrop earrings with a matching tennis bracelet. She wore some nude Christian Louboutin spiked peep toed heels. She stands up when she finds her face and yells while twerking, "Long Hair! Red Bottoms! Long Hair! Red Bottoms!" Everyone, including me burst out in laughter. She kept saying it so much during the shoot, I let her keep them. Paid the $1,500 tab too. Deanna was draped in a Monroe and Main white two piece suit with black accents on the collar and cuffs. We accompanied that with my personal pearls I got from my mom before she passed, some white Manolo Blahnic pumps, and some VVS diamond earrings while her hair popped in the sunlight. She wore her low cut with a rose gold tint. I put Cass in a pair of nude Emilio Pucci wide legged trousers, a White Alexander McQueen peplum top, and a matching nude blazer was draping over her shoulders. Her accessories was a silver double C Chanel choker, charm rings from Tiffany Co., and a vintage Chanel crossbody, gifted from Karl Lagerfeld himself. He said I needed something old for my collection.

The guys were matching my girls' fly. Von parallels Deanna with a Tom Ford cotton two piece suit, I laced him with some white Versace loafers with the gold Medusa emblem on the center, with the Cuban link chain Johan wore at the Marcus Garvey shoot, and golden Panthere De Cartier rounded sunglasses. Levi's parallel was for Jade's look. He wore a pastel yellow Calvin Klein. Accompanied with a large size canary ring on his index finger, and the Burberry vintage loafers. Sam paralleled Cass, in a nude ASOS suit with the matching vest. I kept it simple and just accessorized it with my dad's gold pocket watch and black Stacy Adams dress shoes.

I thought the presentation was over, but then the screen transitioned to me working behind the scenes. Me pointing and directing at the Bailey house, with the wind blowing like crazy, me filming on Highbridge at the crack of dawn, Iyo even snuck some footage of the meeting we had in Morningside Park. It looks like Yani snuck some footage of me putting the image board for the fashion show stage together as well. I'm just admiring the scene of watching the hard nights and amazing days I shared with an incredible team. The last shot was me sitting on my old stoop. I was just reminiscing, thinking of how my mom, dad, and I would eat ice cream in the spring in the same spot. I looked up, as I normally do when thinking of them, put my hands together and mumbled, 'allah , shkraan lak.' The camera was too far to catch my phrase. Afterward I bowed between my legs so I could have my emotional moment to myself.

Everyone hops on the stage to crowd around me and initiated a group hug. Once everyone slightly disbursed, I see Gina still sitting in the audience with Erik, I guess he just got here. I hear the doors open again and see Yasin, smiling at me.

By half past 10, everyone had gone home except for Yani, Nina, Gina, Erik, and Yasin. Nina is waiting on Rashad to pick her up, and I guess Gina is looking to Erik to take her home. She's literally been all up under him since his arrival.

"Tomorrow's gonna go great, babe. You got a great team behind you, you've been super focused. It can't go any other way." Yasin lands a kiss on my temple as I blush at his encouragement. I blink in Erik's direction, he's giving the same look he gave us at Rashad's party. He then grips Gina, pulling her closer to him, "Yeah. You got it Syd. We gon head out. See ya later." with that, Erik and Gina strut to the exit. Nina's phone dings, "Oh, bae is here! See ya tomorrow Syd! We gon kill it, boo!" She hugs me and Yani then jogs out the double doors, "Nice seeing you again Yasin!" he nods, "You too!"

"So tell me something about you, Sin! I've only talked about me when I see you. What was lil Yasin like?" We are strolling down Saint Nick Avenue after getting grilled jerk chicken from King Barka. We decide to sit on a park bench right outside Saint Nick Park to chat since I wasn't quite ready to go home. "Well, I was born and raised in Brooklyn. Flatbush. My moms is from Brooklyn as well. My dad's side of the family is from Harlem, the eastside, but they love uptown just as much." I grin as he continues, "I was a bad ass kid growing up. Always fighting, getting into trouble at school, I even got expelled in middle school." "Well damn! How did you go from that to--" I wave my hands around his silhouette, "This?" He takes a bite out of his chicken and flashes a sexy smile, "My mom sent me to live with my Uncle. The one that retired and gave me the maintenance business."

"Ahhhh, I see. He whipped you into shape?" He snorts, "Oh, he whipped me alright. A lot. He taught me what it is to be a man." "Where was your father?" He continues eating, pausing his story for a spell, "Uh.. He was in prison. He pushed weight for about ten years, he got caught up. He didn't snitch, so he got twenty. He got out after eight years for good behavior." "How's your relationship with him now?" He shugs, "We're cool. We had a little spat when he first got out. I had to be the man of the house for a while for my moms and sisters. I resented him for it." I take a hold of his free hand, "We patched things up recently." "So him and your mom still married?" He nods, "Yeah. Moms held him down. That lady.. She deserves the world." He finishes his dish as he glows at the mention of his mother.

"She had to get two jobs before I turned sixteen and worked with my Uncle. She held down our household for three years, alone, before I was able to step in and help her. After that, she went back to school. She finished the year before my pops got out, now she's a nurse. Doing what she loves to do." "That's great. That's what life is about, doing what you love." "Definitely." He throws away our empty plates and we keep walking down the avenue, "So what do you love to do Yasin?" "I love music." I stop in my tracks.

"Let me guess, you rap?" he sucks his teeth, "Nah, girl. I play instruments. Three; Acoustic guitar, piano, and snare drum." "Ah, okay! When did you discover your talent?" "I was... ten, I think?" "You make songs?" He pulls a slick move behind me, grabbing me by my waist. I roll my eyes as we continue to walk, "I haven't made a song in five years." "Why not?" I feel him shrug behind me, "I've been busy." I turn around to grab his hands, "You're never too busy to do what you love." He smiles at me, I sense the same glow about him that he had when he spoke of his mom. "Especially when it makes you this happy...just talking about it." Yasin closes the gap between us, "Maybe, you're right. Look at you. Doing what you love. You're inspiring Syeda. Beautiful, too." He strokes my left cheek with his palm. I freeze, much like I did a couple weeks back in my apartment with Erik.

Speaking of Erik, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do about what happened since my dad's birthday. I guess Erik knows what he wants, and that's Gina. So why am I freezing? What's stopping me? All of a sudden my inner thoughts are silenced when Yasin seals our distance, gently kissing me. My knees buckle and he hoists me up by my butt, cuffing the bottom of my cheeks. That makes me even weaker, he breaks off from me, "Damn girl. You good?" My eyes flutter as I respond, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm good." I pull him by his shirt to kiss him again.

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