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Kodiak® Keep It Wild x Zac Efron x Vital Ground
#zac efron#zefron#zachary efron#my gif#my edit#celebs#celebrities#gif set#actor#kodiak cakes#campaign#ad#bear#conservation#instagram#social media#this was def shot a few months ago#cant believe they held onto this for so long#lol#funny
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Honeybee || Aaron Hotchner
Summary: hi! Can you write a hotch x reader one shot based on the episode where Hayley’s dad says he still hates Hotch for Hayley’s death in s10 and obviously his words hurt Hotch and hotch then is like obviously really sad and hurt and pulls away from reader unintentionally which starts a argument but with fluff at the end? Like angst / fluff
A/N: Okay this def turned more into a comfort/fluff rather than super angsty/fluff... hope you still like it anon :)
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N
Word Count: 3.1k +
Your phone buzzed on the desk that you were working away at. Not thinking much of it you turned it over seeing Aaron’s name flashing on the screen. Heart sinking down your chest you knew it was never a good thing when he called during the middle of a workday. Was it Jack? Was he hurt? Was it Jessica? Does she need some time away from the whole situation? Before you could spiral any further you answered nervously, “Aaron…” Trailing off you didn’t know what to say. You knew what you were getting into when you happily agreed to be his girlfriend six months ago. But these calls still made you nervous.
“Honey… slight change of plans.” You knew he was supposed to be on a flight to Maryland right now working on the next case. He was definitely not supposed to be on the phone with you in what sounded to be like his vehicle.
“Everything alright?” Hesitating to even ask the question you could hear the tension in his voice.
He paused. Everything was certainly not alright, “It’s Roy. Haley’s father. He’s in the hospital. He was arrested for trying to break and enter into a store this morning. Doctors think it’s Alzheimer’s. Jessica needs some help.” He alluded to why he wasn’t on the teams jet to Maryland.
Your heart absolutely broke for the man you’d slowly fallen in love with. He’d been through so much in the last few years and now this? It’s like life was out to get him and couldn’t be stopped, “Oh, my love, I’m so sorry.” Work didn’t seem so important anymore, “Can I help at all?”
He smiled softly hearing your concern through the phone. He just knew by the tone of your voice how much you cared. You cared about everything that related to him. You always understood too. He had to cancel on countless plans on you due to work or something coming up with Jack. You always handled it in grace. He thought you were far too patient with him. And it scared him a little much. What happens when your patience runs out? Would he fuck it up with you? He hadn’t a clue how he managed to convince you to not only go out with him but stay through the shit-show that his life was unfolding out to be.
Aaron never expected for his personal life to explode in his face the way it did so dramatically. He had let the one thing he promised never to happen, happen. His work life bled into his personal one. He’d lost the mother to his son. A woman he once loved so dearly to somebody who had it out for him. It took years of counseling and therapy for Aaron to see it as anything but his fault. Then you came along. Sweeping him right off his feet. He didn’t think he was ready for a relationship, but he decided to try. Especially when he saw the look on your face when he agreed to that first date. Of course, you made the first move, it was so you.
He hated asking you for help, but he needed it desperately. He always used you as an absolute last resort. Never wanting you to feel obligated to his life’s mess, “Can you grab Jack from school? I left the car seat in the house for Jess but she’s going to be busy. I’m going to stay back and help. Team is heading off to Maryland right now.” You heard him sigh through the phone.
“You got it.” You knew the situation was tense, but you couldn’t stop the smile that now crossed your face. It was a big step getting him to accept your help. He often went out of his way to not ask you for help. He didn’t want to burden you, “Jack and I will have the best afternoon.” You said trying your best to reassure him.
“Thank you honey. I’m so sorry. I really am.” Not wanting him to spiral you decided to interrupt him.
“Don’t apologize Aaron. It’s something out of your control. I’m more than happy to help. Please don’t stress yourself out about it. Your team will handle the case in Maryland, I’ll handle Jack. You and Jess help out Roy. Okay?” Knowing you needed to lay out the plan plain and simple for him you were met with silence this time.
“Sound okay Aaron?” You asked again hoping he wasn’t too far lost in his head.
“Yeah, alright. Thank you.”
“You got it. Call me later alright? When you get the chance.”
He nodded his head knowing you couldn’t see him. He knew he needed to give in and let you help but it was hard for him. He was so used to doing everything his way. But for his sanity and Jack’s he knew he had to let you all the way in. Had to, “Sounds good bee. I love you.”
You smiled at the nickname he had given you. He’d initially just called you honey which then morphed into honeybee. That was then shorted to just bee. His bee. His favorite one. You found it adorable, no other man had been so sweet to you like he had been.
“Love you handsome. Talk to you soon.” You clicked the phone off before the inevitable back and forth. Looking at the clock you cursed a little knowing Jack’s school was 45 minutes away and he was out in about an hour. Saying a quick goodbye to your coworkers you slid out of the office an hour too early. You decided to risk it knowing the bosses wouldn’t even likely notice.
Standing outside your car you stood on your tip toes trying to spot the little Hotchner. Knowing he’d be looking for Jess and not you. Waving to him as soon as you saw him he shot you the sweetest little smile and wave before running up to you, “Y/N! You’re here!” He pulled on your shirt in excitement.
Leaning down you gave him a squeeze, “I am buddy! Your Aunt Jess had something come up, so she asked me to come get you. Hope that’s okay.” You grinned down at the overexcited little boy. You and Jack got along so well so quick. He was the happiest little kid for everything he’s had to go through in his short life.
“Yeah!” He hugged your side squeezing tight, “I’m so excited!”
He immediately released the tension you had been holding onto all day. You’d texted Aaron a few times with no response. Worry quickly consumed you by hour three of not hearing back from him. Thankfully Jack was the perfect distraction from your worrying mind, “Hey Jack? What do you say we go home. Get you changed and head to the park. Maybe get some ice cream after?” You asked him as you buckled him into the car seat.
“Are you serious?” His eye grew wide with excitement, “Can I bring my dinosaurs?”
The grin turned into a full out smile feeling his excitement through your body, “You can absolutely bring your dinosaurs to the park little J.”
“Daddy never lets me!” He started laughing knowing he caught you in a catch 22. You’d already told him he could bring them knowing it wasn’t usually allowed.
Shaking your head, you shut the door before climbing into the driver’s seat, “Well, let’s not tell daddy then.” Hearing his snicker in the back seat sent you into a fit of laughter. Who knew one so little could make you feel so much better just through the joy he brought? That was Jack Hotchner. The little light that kept shining.
“Okay!” He clapped his hands together knowing the two of you now had a secret. You knew it wasn’t a great thing for him to pick up on but what was a little white lie? That’s life.
The two of you chatted the entire way home from school and to the park. You’d learned his best friend, Dylan, had a crush on a girl that Jack thought was gross. You tried convincing him that girls weren’t gross, but he wasn’t having any of that.
Jack was too smart for his own good. He told you about how he watched the other kids and always knew what they were going to do before they seemed to know. That was all Aaron shining right through his baby. It amazed you how quickly children picked up on their environment. Jack was no exception, the sponge that he was.
Lucky for you, all the running around with dinosaur’s tired the poor kid right on out. After making him some mac and cheese for dinner he fell asleep right on your lap while watching cartoons. It all felt so right. A domestic life you craved. To be running your hands through his hair as he held on to you fast asleep.
You were woken up by the soft click of the front door. The daylight had completely vanished. Aaron turned on the kitchen lights not expecting to see you and Jack cuddling on the couch just a room away. For as awful as the day had turned out to be the sight before him made him realize it would be okay. He had the right people in his life. He had you.
His sour mood from the shitty day immediately vanishing seeing your sleepy face waking up. Your arms were holding Jack tightly as you contorted making sure he was comfortable. He noticed that. You were always making sure that Jack was okay. You always checked in on him making sure to show that his opinions mattered. He genuinely mattered to you. Just one of the things that made Aaron fall so easily in love with you.
“Hey, you’re home.” You wiped the sleep away from your eyes careful not to wake Jack up. Peeking at the clock you saw it was nearing midnight.
“I’m sorry…” He whispered walking over to the both of you quietly.
You shook your head quickly placing your finger over your mouth, “Shh, no apologies needed.” Carefully you shimmied yourself out from underneath Jack. Scooping him up in your arms you went to go put him to bed. Aaron watched in awe as you took control of the situation so effortlessly. Following behind closely he wanted to make sure to tuck his son in as well. While Jack might not have remembered it Aaron cherished every night he was able to spend at home with him sleeping a few rooms away. Even if it was for just a few hours.
You watched as Aaron leaned down whispering a few words to his sleeping boy. He kissed his head softly before pulling the comforter up over top of him. You fell in love with him even further watching the tenderness of the situation before you. Sure, Aaron had his flaws. But so did you. And everyone. Everything else about him made up for the flaws.
Shutting the door behind him you followed Aaron back downstairs, “Everything alright?” You asked moving towards him. Thankfully he didn’t shy away from your touch. Sometimes after more stressful cases he just couldn’t be touched by you. It was all too much for him. You understood, it just hurt sometimes. When all you wanted was to snuggle up to him when he needed space. You caressed his arm through his suit jacket hoping he could feel it through the thick suit.
He opened his mouth as if to say something before closing it. Thinking. The man was always thinking. Overthinking all too often, “No. Not really.” He admitted.
You felt your heart racing. He was confiding in you. It wasn’t like he hadn’t before, but it was a rarity when he did. You’d find him bottling up and shoving his emotions to the side. But he needed you right now, “What happened handsome?” You pressed a little further unsure if he wanted to tell.
He smiled before gently kissing your forehead, “He’s got Alzheimer’s, clearly. Very clearly” He paused before pulling you into his chest.
As much as you loved the feeling you knew that wasn’t it, “That all?” You asked pulling your head out of the embrace.
He shook his, “No.”
You let him just hold you before pressing him further. You knew he would spill in due time, if he wanted to. Never wanting to pressure him you always asked though, “Care to share?”
He took a long breathe in and a steady one out before pulling you over the couch you and Jack were occupying moments before. Pulling you down into his lap you let him sit there and hold you. It wasn’t that often that he was here, present, and fully there. These were moments you prayed would happen more often but never seemed to come around enough. So, you cherished them. Even when they were tenser moments like these.
He sighed knowing he needed to tell you. He had to get it off his chest or he’d keep thinking about it over and over again. Ruminate for no reason, “He kept blaming me for her death.” You knew immediately what he was referring to. Pulling him closer you started running your hands through his hair, just like you had Jack earlier on in the night, “He just… wouldn’t stop. Kept going on about it. How he’d never forget. Even with the damn disease.” You looked at his expressive face as he laid it on you, everything that Roy had laid on him through the afternoon.
“Hon, you know that’s not true right?” You asked quietly continuing to play with his hair. You knew it was a weakness for the man. For both the Hotchner boys you found out quickly and used it against them as often as you could. You just hoped it was helping him, even if it was just a little.
He nodded quickly, “I know. Trust me, I know. It just, he messed with my head.” He didn’t care to elaborate so you simply snuggled in closer to him. Breathing him in. It didn’t matter that he spent his morning in a hospital and the afternoon in somebody else’s home, he still smelled like Aaron. He became your home. Your safe space.
After a few moments of silence, you squeezed his side, “You’re one of the best people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. I get that I didn’t know you back then, but I do know that you were the same. I know how fucking hard you tried to save her. I know how unfair it’s been on you. I love you beyond words Aaron. I just hope you love yourself just a little. You give so much for everyone else. Give a little bit back to yourself too sometimes.”
He listened to your every word before responding. Nodding his head at you, “I’ll try to. I know I’m not the best at it, but I’ll try to.”
“Yeah?” You pulled away from his chest smiling at him.
He nodded giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’m not perfect. I’ll never be. So, you’ll have to call me out when I run back into old habits. But I’ll try. For you. For Jack.”
“Okay.” You grinned giving him a long kiss this time. Getting a little tired of the short kisses that seemed to miss your lips, “By the way, I think your nearly perfect. If that means anything.” You grinned brushing your fingers down the side of his face.
“Honey, that means the world to me.” He returned the favor by gently cradling your face in his hands before kissing you much more deeply this time, “I love you.”
“And I love you.” You grinned in confirmation.
“Let’s get going to bed. Jack will wake us up in a few hours wanting pancakes or something.” Aaron looked at the time getting closer to on in the morning.
You grinned letting him pull you up right out of the spot you’d been occupying on his lap, “Jack’s worth losing sleep over though. I’ll happily make pancakes with him at six in the morning.”
Aaron laughed before setting you down on the ground, “You say that before he tries waking you up then. I take it you two had a good night?”
You nodded in confirmation, “True.” You laughed a little before continuing, “I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it in the morning though.”
He grabbed your hand holding it tight, “In the morning then.”
You yawned nodding your head while leaning into his chest not really caring how clingy you were being. All you wanted was him.
Feeling his laugh, you smiled to yourself. At least you were able to make him smile. You were never the best with words so being able to make him laugh it off or smile in your presence was always a win in your book.
“Let’s get to bed before you fall asleep standing up.” You couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but you just knew he was smirking at you.
“Sure thing.” You didn’t make any effort to move only leaning further into him.
“Alright.” He scooped you right on up in your arms, “I get the hint stubborn ass.” He held you tight not even the slightest bit mad you wanted him to carry you up to sleep. He adored moments like these.
“That’s why they pay you the big bucks boss man.” Sleepily you grinned to yourself knowing you had him there. He was literally paid to observe and predict.
Gently, he laid you down on the bed pulling you into his side ignoring that comment, “Y/N?” He asked seeing if you were still coherent before continuing.
“Yeah?” You answered him still there.
“Thank you for everything today. And in general. I don’t thank you enough.” He gently rubbing a thumb over your hip knowing that was one of your many weaknesses. Truth be told almost anything Aaron did was a weakness for you.
“Of course. That’s what partners do. They help each other when they need it. I love you Aaron Hotchner. Every little bit of you.” Your eyes fluttered closed as he kept brushing his hand over your side. Soothing you right to sleep.
“I love every bit of you too honeybee.” He kissed the back of your head drifting off to sleep right behind you. For as odd as the relationship was with him sometimes you’d never change it. Not in a million years. Especially as you were snuggled up to him in a dreamless sleep.
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A Great Mentor: Only If You Like It
A One Shot
Summary: You sit down with Andy to settle on a first and middle name for your daughter.
Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Warnings: None 🥰
Word count: ~800
a/n: Even though this is part of a series, it can def be read alone. I MISS THIS SERIES SO MUCH.
All you want to do is say hi and let him know you’re home, but he doesn’t give you the chance, pouting when you walk into his home office.
“No,” he groans–almost whines as if you ruined something–gently closing his laptop as he drags the word out. “You’re home already?”
You open your mouth to retort, but you just scoff, “Yeah.” And you raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Don’t sound so happy about it.”
“No, that’s not–” He shakes his head, laughing a little. He holds his arm out and waves you in to come closer to him and you roll your eyes as you push off the door frame to let him draw you in. “I’m just finishing up, sweetheart. But I wanted to have dinner ready before you got home for once.”
“Well, that’s okay,” you chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.”
He takes your hand once you get within reach of him, and you know where he wants you, but you just lean against his desk instead.
It’s his turn to give you a questioning look. He’s used to you sitting on his lap.
“C’mere…”
“I’m getting too heavy for that,” you mumble, resisting his gentle tug.
“No you’re not,” he laughs quietly, giving one more reassuring try. “I’m strong, I promise.”
You give in, letting him pull you down to sit with him. With one arm around your back and his other hand on your growing belly, he gets you to relax.
“See, you’re fine,” he winks.
You ignore his told you so, wanting to get back to the cooking thing.
“I’d rather cook anyway.” You never let an opportunity to tease him slip away. “Remember that time I got sick after eating your parmesan chicken?”
“Hey now,” he chuckles. “That was before we were even together.”
“I know, I had to lie to my parents and say I was hungover the next morning when I was lying on their bathroom floor,” you laugh, giving him a playful shove. “Because telling them I was wasted was safer than telling them I was sneaking around with you the night before!”
“That was so long ago.” He shakes his head thinking back. “I’m sorry my cooking is subpar and maybe known for getting you sick once… or twice. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nod, giving him a quick consolation kiss.
“How was your day?”
“Good,” you sigh, leaning against him a little more. “Really long.”
“Mm,” he hums, just holding you a moment, enjoying the quiet after all day. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
“Thanks,” you smile. He reminds you every chance he gets, especially during the past few months. “I–We,” you correct yourself, placing your hand on top of his over your stomach. “–Want to talk about something.”
“Yeah?”
“About her name…” Your voice trails off as you wait for his reaction.
“Honey–” He chimes in immediately. “I’ve been thinking about it. I like Evren. I think it’s a beautiful name.”
You try to interrupt him. You don’t need to settle on her first name yet. But he doesn’t let you stop him.
“I can tell you really love it. And it’s growing on me… I think.”
You laugh a little at his rambling, running your fingers through his hair.
“You really like it?”
“Yeah, angel.”
“That was easy,” you tease, sitting up proudly as if you just won something. “But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about middle names…”
He gives you a look, clearly confused. He doesn’t see the need for that yet without having agreed on a first name thus far.
“I was just going to say that whatever we choose for her first name has to go with her middle name,” you explain. “And I have one that I want to run by you.”
“Oh, this’ll be good,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly.
“Stop,” you laugh, swatting at his arm before getting more serious. “How do you feel about Marianne?”
“Mari–” He softly begins to repeat it, processing what you said. “Like my mom? Marianne?”
“Yeah,” you nod slowly.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” you let out a small laugh. “It’s a beautiful name. But only if you like it.”
“I love it,” he quickly assures you. “Evren Marianne…”
It’s your turn to repeat him, mirroring his smile as you listen to how the names sound together out loud.
“I love you,” he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re sure?”
“I’m so sure,” you promise. He lifts his head to look at you when you gently nudge him. “I love when you talk about your mom. I want Evren to know her.”
He nods, leaning to give you a soft kiss. “Me too.”
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we never go out of style! [min’s circle]
PAIRING. haechan x fem!oc
WARNINGS. none
SYNOPSIS. what happens when one of the famous professional volleyball players of the country publicly shoots his shot at a global popstar? well, she shows up to his game with his mother, of course! [or alternatively: the whole world watches as a popstar and an athlete fall in love.]
— “drama club! 😎🤞🏼” gc
lumine aster — pop girlie currently making waves in the industry. she started acting when she was young but slowly transitioned to being a musician, with her debut single being a massive hit. she’s pretty much on top of the game right now, having just released her second studio album almost a year ago, but it comes with the price of everyone watching her every move, analyzing everything she does, as well as all her relationships. she just ended a three-year relationship seven months ago, and had a brief fling with an old co-star of hers after. she is currently on a break before she kicks off the european leg of her world tour
debut album— brutal
sophomore album — honeymoon fades
giselle uchinaga – actress that occasionally sings, has been lumine's best friend since they first worked together when they were 12, she's put out two albums and a few eps but she mainly focuses on acting
somi jeon — singer-actress, friends with basically everyone in the industry so it wasn't a surprise when she announced that she would be having her own talk show, became friends with lumine after they met at a mutual friend's party
jennifer huh — singer-songwriter and lumine's producer, vocalist and lead guitarist of the band 'the celestials', has been friends with lumine since they met at an awards show
MIN’S CIRCLE | prev / masterlist / next
NOTE. was def thinking of lumine from genshin when i named this oc HAHAHAHA she’s kinda based on olivia (if the use of her photo and songs are not indication enough 😭) i also made two playlists as her “albums” … first one is basically just sour with a bit of gracie’s songs 😭 but yeah !! here’s lumine and her besties :D
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Scum my dear!!!! If you get around to it, could I request ❝ i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and … ❞ Part of me was like. What if it's MC ranting to their bestie Arthur about Theo bc I'm so normal about this idea DYIu'^#yd>^$utsu
Alternatively just Arthur. But somewhere in that realm.
💕💕💕💕💕
(this was for an ask meme I did a few months ago, I just randomly got the urge to write for it since I didn't delete!)
Clinking glasses and lively conversation bustled behind you and Arthur as the two of you sat at the counter, drinks in hand. While the atmosphere around you bubbled with fun, there was a wave of depression surrounding you, and Arthur tapped his fingers rhythmically against the counter. Debating internally.
Should he cut this get together short? Drinking together was usually fun, and god knows he sometimes needed the liquid courage to get things off his chest, but you moped with the glass of alcohol cupped in your hands, pouting at it.
He let out a sigh, resigned.
"Dove-"
"I just don't know what to do, Arthur! He's drving me crazy."
He watched you put your forehead on the table, nodding wryly to himself. It was one of those nights, where you cursed existance for birthing his partner in crime: Theo.
Ever since you had came to the mansion, it was as if sparks shot off between you and the art dealer any time the two of you were in the same room. Any remark he gave, you shot back with twice the snark, often leading to bickering.
Arthur had thought something else was going on, though, with how the fights had simmered down. Though, he should offer an ear to you like you had for him many a time. He settled in his seat, preparing for the usual lamenting.
"How so, luv?"
"Just- everything! God, he's been dragging me around while he meets with clients, and while we're with them he's fine! But the moment we're alone, he just..." You sighed, waving your hand dismissively, "you know how he is."
"Mhm."
"Why can't he just be like he is during those meetings? He's actually nice then, you know. And he gets this spark in his eye when they discuss the paintings in question, especially if it's one of the artists he personally knows..." Your fingers weaved through your hair, another hefty sigh escaping you.
Could Arthur blame you? The man was always rough around the edges, but spotting this side of Theo usually changed many opinions. That, and when he had too much to drink- but you haven't been lucky enough to catch that yet.
With a huff, you slouched against the counter.
"I hate him. I hate him, with his stupid low voice, and his perfect hair, and those pretty ocean eyes, and that damned handsome smile..."
It was as if the whole tavern stopped- Arthur tuned out the background noise to replay what you had just said in his head again, trying to make sure he heard just right. But he needn't go through the trouble, not with how your face changed into hues of embarrasment the longer he stayed silent, your own words hitting you in realization.
"Come again?"
"N-No, I don't think I should- I mean-! Oh god, Arthur, please don't tell him-"
"After how you told daddy dearest about my last exploit in the mansion? I hate to say it, luv, but karma may be catching up to you-"
"Arthur!!!"
I think he is all talk with this HAHA I don't think he'll tell Theo, not when he knows you'll let it slip yourself. But he'll def tease you while you're all three in the same room, just so you fluster even more around him.
thank u for the ask ally! I am surprised I randomly wrote this, I hope you have a fun laugh with it.
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
A/N: Hello! So a few months ago I was on here and saw this post and thought that was something Eddie would def say if he was teaching you to drive. So here’s a little blurb about that for all my friends out there who are nervous drivers!
“Okay baby, so just put it into drive and ease off of the brake, then slowly press down on the gas.” Eddie said gently as he rubbed your back soothingly.
You nodded as you let out a shaky breath and gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white with how tightly you were holding it. You turned to your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, as he gave you an encouraging smile and nod from his spot in the passenger seat.
You were in his van in an empty parking lot as he tried to teach you to drive. Again. You were past 16, past the time most people learned to drive, but you had always been too afraid to learn. The idea of being in control of such a large, dangerous, vehicle had always been frightening. What if you crashed? What if you hit someone? So for years now, Eddie had been driving you everywhere, with no complaint from him, in fact he really loved driving you places; to work, to dates, to school when you were both going. But he could see how stuck you felt when he was gone and couldn’t take you somewhere, so he offered again to teach you when you were ready and a few days ago you had told him that you thought you were.
But now, as you felt the giant beast of a van rumble under you, you weren’t so sure anymore.
You shot Eddie a small, anxious, smile before you put the van into drive and gripped the wheel again. You sat there for a moment, staring forward as you willed yourself to take your foot off of the brake.
“It’s okay baby, I know you can do it.” He said, moving his hand to your leg to gently rub your thigh soothingly. “You totally got this sweetheart.”
“Thanks Eds.” You mumbled out. You took a deep breath with a nod and lifted your foot off of the brake and the van moved forward slowly. You then pressed down on the gas and the van lurched quickly, causing you to squeak and slam your foot on the brake again.
Eddie let out a bark of a laugh, giving you an apologetic grin when you shot him a glare. “Sorry, sweet thing, but we’ve all done it, I promise. You should have seen me in the car with Wayne the first time I tried.” He cooed, rubbing your thigh again. “You can do this, honey.” He said, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’re a fucking badass, you got this.”
You sighed and tried again, lifting your foot off of the brake. But this time you slowly pushed down on the gas pedal and the van eased forward, gently making its way down the aisle of the parking lot. Eddie whooped loudly as you were finally driving for the first time. “Yeah baby! You’re doing it!” He exclaimed, “Now take this turn and drive around the whole lot!” He said pointing to the left so you could turn down the next aisle. “I knew you could do it sweetheart!” He said, bouncing in his seat happily.
You drove around the lot for maybe another 30 minutes with Eddie telling you to make different turns and moves to get used to moving the van around. You could see how proud Eddie was as he looked at you and squeezed your thigh in excitement and you were beaming with joy as you finally grew more confident behind the wheel.
“Okay baby, this may be a lot, but I think that you should drive us back to the trailer park, okay?” Eddie suggested, giving you another encouraging look. “You’re amazing, you can do it.”
“Are you sure Eds? There’s other cars out there, I don’t know if I can do that yet.” You said as you slowed the van down to a crawl.
“I know you can, baby, I know it.” He said, gesturing his head towards the exit to the lot.
“Okay, if you’re sure Eddie baby.” You said, flashing him a nervous smile as you led the van towards the exit to the road. You had to make a turn to get through it and tried to judge how close you were to the curb, having never had to do that before.
You hesitated momentarily before turning around it. Unfortunately, not enough, as you hit the edge and went over it, squealing in surprise and slamming on the break again. “I’m so sorry Eddie! I’m such a bad driver. I’m sorry!” You said quickly, burying your face in your hands, his heart ached at how disappointed in yourself you seemed.
“Hey, hey, hey!” He exclaimed, leaning over to wrap an arm around you and gently pulled your hands away from your face. “Hey baby. Look at me.” You turned and looked into those deep brown orbs, so full of love and pride. “You are a good driver! That curb doesn’t belong there!” He said pointing out the window. “Curbs are a man made thing babe, and you can run over them if you need to! I do it all the time.” He said with a cheeky smile, you watched as it brightened when you let out a relieved chuckle.
“Thank you baby. But can you drive us home please? I don’t think I’m ready just yet.” You asked, putting the van in park.
“Of course, sweet thing. We can try another time, okay? When you’re ready again.” He smiled before pressing a kiss to your cheek again as you nodded.
You both jumped out of the van and you found Eddie at the back doors. He beamed at you again and wrapped his arms around you before capturing your lips in a sweet, excited kiss. “You’re a fucking rockstar, babe.” He said as he pulled back, you flushed under the adoring look he gave you. “A fucking rockstar.” He said again before kissing you again and spinning you around, basking in your giggles.
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Mind Games (Azriel x Reader)
Summary: Cute little Azriel one-shot, based on a very passionate conversation about who the Inner Court is maining in MarioKart. Az is just a bit too competitive when it comes to game night and reader decides she's had enough.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Mature themes! No smut but def 18+
Notes: for a very good pal, @hazelmaysworld, who didn't have the greatest day, az cheers up everyone 😉
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Game nights with the Inner Circle were no joke, especially since that had extended to include the two elder Archeron sisters and Varian… Well, and myself, I suppose.
Azriel had found me in a cabin in the Night Court territory on a mission gone sideways, knocking on my door bruised and bleeding. I, not recognizing him as the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, took him in and nursed him back to health. He couldn’t say a word at first, the ash arrows in his wings had ensured that, but once he woke up a few days later… He still didn’t have much to say.
I had been perfectly content with that… Until he showed up a second time. His wounds weren’t nearly as bad but I surmised that he was trying to hide them from someone. This time though, I made him explain.
The gist was that he was far from the Court - a Court he was part of, I found out - on a mission that his High Lord and Lady had told him to abandon, which is why he couldn’t call them for help. He also explained that his injuries this time weren’t the only reason he came back.
He had wanted to thank me and ask if he could look through my library for something to help the High Lady since I seemed so adept at healing. My family and I had collected many books throughout the years, so our second floor of the cabin had essentially become a library.
I, of course, as is my duty as a citizen of Night, said he was welcome to come back anytime and browse the shelves. I did not realize that he would come back with both the General of the Night Court and the High Lord himself.
I very quickly realized that these overgrown Illyrian babies were nothing more than that - a trio of brothers that just so happened to rule the most powerful Court our lands had ever seen. I made them lunch and after they effectively ate me out of house and home, they invited me to Velaris.
Weeks later, I was offered a position on the Court, and months later, we were here. Playing a particularly intense game of MarioKart.
Rhys and Feyre, Rhys as Toadette (at the insistence of a very giggly Cassian) and Feyre as Peach, had left hours ago, citing “Night Court business” which we all knew was bullshit. Rhys had been in Feyre’s head all night, flirty or dirty thoughts being shared between them until it got to the point both of them were consistently coming in 11th and 12th. Thankfully, they spared us the details and quietly left to the River House.
Amren had been forced to play as Baby Mario, which lasted for exactly one race before she demanded Varian take her elsewhere for wine.
Mor had been begging to go to Rita’s all night, which was our usual tradition once the games were complete, but the begging had started early when she kept getting 6th place as Rosalina. She eventually claimed she was cursed and that only a night of dancing would make her better. She left, Cassian promising he’d be on her heels the minute this cup was over.
Cassian, who always played as Donkey Kong, was getting more frustrated with Azriel by the second. A well-placed banana peel thrown by our current 1st place had 2nd place Cassian cussing up a storm, which Nesta took as their sign to leave. We had gotten her to play a few races with us, though she kept switching up her character and karts, blaming her losing streak on them. So she grabbed Cass’s hand and practically dragged him to the front door as soon as she could, telling us she was going to dance with Mor.
That left Azriel, Elain, and I battling it out with two races to go. Elain was content to drive Daisy around at a leisurely pace, never throwing her items because she “didn’t want anyone to blame her for their lack of skill”, which I had only laughed at.
Azriel… Azriel was a different beast entirely. From what I could tell, he had spent hours mapping out the exact right character, kart, wheel, and paraglider combination for each CC and board. Though he usually defaulted to Shy Guy, he would have us waiting for minutes as he found which kart had the exact acceleration level he needed. He was the most competitive person I had ever met, though he usually backed it up by kicking our asses at every game.
I could usually get close to beating him but hadn’t ever succeeded. It got frustrating, watching the way he’d planned for my every move and outsmarted me at every turn. This is how most nights ended, everyone leaving and he and I remaining at the House of Wind battling it out until he eventually won too many times that I’d relent and we’d join the others at Rita’s or the River House.
I crossed the finish line and saw Az leaning back in his seat, arms behind his head, smirking. The bastard had been finished for what 15, 30 seconds before I had? Elain was still racing, making cute grunts of displeasure when she was hit with an item or ran into an obstacle. She eventually finished and fell back on the couch, huffing out a sigh.
I laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “Giving up so soon, soldier?”
She glared at me, though her eyes sparkled with joy. “I already know there’s no beating you two. Better to give up now than watch you two yell at each other the rest of the night.”
Az moved a muscled arm from behind his head to place a hand on his heart, feigning hurt, “No need to yell at her when I know I’ll beat her anyways.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and a small snort of amusement left his nose. Elain just shook her head at us and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress.
“Well, best of luck,” she said, patting my head, “But I’m getting up early tomorrow to plant the seeds that just arrived from the Day Court, so I need to get some rest tonight.”
I stood, hugging her, and she whispered in my ear, “Whatever it takes, knock him down a peg.”
I let out a hearty laugh and, loud enough that Azriel could hear, I said, “whatever it takes.”
She smiled and nodded to Azriel before leaving.
I sat back down and picked up my controller. I looked at Az, at that smug grin on his face, and knew Elain was right. Tonight was the night I had to finally beat him at something.
“Well, Azzy-boy? Ready to lose?”
“You know you say that every time we have a game night, right?”
“And one day, I’ll be right.”
“Just hit start,” he grinned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, controller between his nimble fingers.
I set my brow, focusing fully on the screen in front of us as I hit the button to start the race. My mind raced with ways to throw him off or distract him enough that I could get the win. I quickly ran through all the training Rhys, Cass, and Az had given me as if this were a battle to be won, which to me, it was. What would Cassian do? Assess his opponent for weaknesses.
Az didn’t exactly have weaknesses. At least, not any I could exploit to win a kart racing game.
The race started and it quickly turned into what most would have guessed: Az in first place and me in second, trailing behind him and trying desperately to catch up.
I kept wracking my brain. Talking. I could talk. Say something to throw him off.
So I just started, “You know, Shadowsinger, today I went to the markets down in Velaris?”
He just hummed in acknowledgment, getting a boost from a curve signifying that this was doing nothing to sway his game.
“Well and I went to that cute little shop right next to the Sidra, you know the one that Rhys got Feyre’s Solstice present from last year?”
I spared a glance at him, seeing his back stiffen as his eyes didn’t leave the screen. I knew he remembered last Solstice as well as I did, when Rhys had gifted Feyre a particularly scant set of lingerie in front of everyone, turning her cheeks a deep shade of red. We all had to hide our blushes and laughter as Rhys just grinned wider and wider.
I watched as his kart veered slightly and the distance between us closed just the slightest bit. There it was. Weakness.
I hesitated, only because I wasn’t sure what lines were too far to cross for our friendship. But Elain’s words echoed in my head, “Whatever it takes.” How many game nights had we suffered as Azriel sat smugly in the booth at Rita’s, the rest of us mulling over our loss? Not tonight.
“Az?” I asked, as some time had passed between my last question and now.
“Hmm?” He hummed.
“Do you know the one?”
“Mother above, yes, I know the one. What are you getting at, Peach?”
I laughed slightly at the use of the nickname. It was one I had earned the week after arriving in Velaris, getting drunk on peach wine with Cassian before challenging him to a fight. He took one swing, missing completely, and we both collapsed in a fit of giggles. The Inner Circle had rarely called me by my name since, except Azriel. He only pulled it out during moments like this, just me and him, to either be friendly or distract me from the game, I wasn’t sure.
I squared my shoulders, shaking the memory from my head as I crossed the finish line. One lap to go. It was now or never.
“I couldn’t find anything I liked.”
“Oh?”
I took a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, look.”
I watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion, but with my Fae speed, I lifted my shirt with one hand and held the acceleration button with the other. His eyes widened as he turned his head enough to gawk fully at my now-exposed breasts.
“Cauldron boil and fry me, what the HELL are you doing?”
“Trying to show you that I couldn’t find any of those lacey pieces that suited me well.”
He stuttered, mouth opening and closing like a fish on land, as I kept my shirt up with one hand and steered with the other. His character had fully stopped in place, almost as if the Shy Guy were also waiting to be filled in on what was happening.
I kept pushing on until I had passed Az and crossed the finish line, all while he blushed a deep shade of pink and fought to find the right words.
I dropped my shirt and whooped with joy, jumping up, “TAKE THAT, SPYMASTER!”
His mouth closed and he looked at the screen. He looked back up at me as if it took him a minute to process what just happened.
I jumped around the room, dancing to a song only I could hear, as I reveled in my win over the unbeatable Azriel. I couldn’t wait to get to Rita’s and tell the others that after months of trying, I had finally -
I gasped as I suddenly found myself pressed against a wall, the hard surface mirroring the hard surface of Azriel’s body pressing against my front. His forearms rested on either side of my head, wings spread wide between him, and every breath either of us took was suddenly shared with the other.
His eyes blazed with something I couldn’t decipher as I stared up into them, his tall frame dwarfing mine. The entire feeling of the room had shifted into something foreign between the two of us and I worried I had crossed a line.
I parted my lips, about to ask if I had offended or to apologize for crossing a boundary, but he moved his head to place his lips next to my ear.
“You have no idea what you’ve started, angel.”
#azriel#azriel smut#azriel shadowsinger#azriel shadowsinger x reader#azriel x reader#acotar#inner circle#night court
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Rei Drabble
Guys.. I’m like a very long time tumblr user but haven’t used this account in years. Decided to post this here since it didn’t do well on Ao3. I fixed it up a little in the process.
Anyway very suggestive nsfw (not super explicit but def deserves a warning) under the cut
You met him on a discord chat about a year ago and used to mod for a guy who played the newest Zelda game. He messaged you his number after one slow night in the chat and some interesting banter about the lore of Hyrule.
It started with a few text conversations just chatting about gaming but evolved into a sort of friendship. So when your boyfriend broke up with you a month ago, reaching out to Rei seemed natural. Then one night after you’d logged of discord you texted him:
Well that stream was good
Rei
Yeah you were good tonight
You
thanks!
Hmm weird of him to respond so fast. Usually he’s not so available.
Rei
I usually can’t sleep after a game like that. Are you going to be up for a while?
You
Yeah most likely. I’m a night owl anyway
Rei
Yeah same.
After a few texts back and forth you decided it was time to shoot your shot:
You
Hey is your pfp actually you?
Rei
Yeah why?
You
Oh you’re hot..
Rei
Yeah? Thanks
You didn’t know but he was blushing, laying down on his couch.
You
what if I asked to make this chat a little naughty?
Rei
Oh? How so?
You
Well we could give each other instructions
Rei
You've got my attention
You
Are you alone?
Rei
Yeah I'm alone
You
What are you wearing?
Rei
Jeans and a t-shirt. What about you?
Am I being too innocent with my answers?
Of course HE would be so cute and innocent. continuing to tease him you pressed on.
You
No lol and I’m in my sports bra and undies
Rei
you're a straight shooter aren't you
You
Oh I’m just being honest. I forgot I could be coy
Rei
I definitely respect that
You
What color shirt are you wearing?
Rei
Red. What color is your bra?
You
Grey lol
Rei
what kind of instructions were you thinking about giving me?
You
Do you have a free hand?
Rei
yes I do
You
Okay. Now put you hand on your thigh
Rei
And then?
You
slowlyyy slide it up to the waist of your pants
Rei
Okay I’m there
You
Unbutton your pants
Rei
Such a tease. Do you actually have a plan here or are we just seeing where this leads?
You
Winging it fully. What color are your boxers?
Rei
well this is fun anyway. They're black
You
That’s hot
Rei
So what next? you've got me all flustered
You
Slide your hand down and use your thumb on yourself but ovvverr the boxers.
Rei
Damn. What now? 👀
You
And nowww I’m going to tell you about me
Rei
Oh right, ok then. So what would you like me to know? Am I still free to keep my hand there?
You
Don’t you dare move your hand. You should know that I’m tracing my nipple with my fingers.
Rei
Lol alright my hand's not going anywhere Oh? You're doing that while we speak?
You
Yes and I’m quite needy
Rei
And why is that?
You
I have needs that have not been met recently
Rei
I hope that I can help fill them for you
He couldn’t believe what was actually being sent to you. That he was saying this and to you. You were easy to find online, all your cute little social media accounts linked to your discord. He could picture your little body in your bed. Knew you’d be on the cozy neutral tones of your bed spread.
You
Now my hand has moved down to the waist band of my underwear
Rei
you're really building up the anticipation huh
You
It’s more fun this way!
Rei
You definitely aren't wrong about that
You
You should know I have a praise kink
Rei
Haha oh yeah? You like people praising you while you touch yourself?
You
Exactly. I’m moving my hand a little lower now
Rei
Ooo now this is getting interesting
You
I’m actually soaked
Rei
oh really? You've really enjoyed this conversation then?
You
Haven’t you?
Rei
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't
You
Now I’m using my finger for little teasing circles
Rei
Oh? Is that fun or is that frustrating?
You
Both
Rei
yeah I can believe it would be. Are you planning on doing more?
You
Is that what you’re waiting for?
Rei
yeah pretty much
You didn’t text back immediately. Removing your thong for easier access to your dripping center.
You
I had to take my underwear off
Rei
Oh? Why did you have to take them off?
You
I couldn’t reach properly
Rei
Did it feel better once you took them off?
You
Yes so much better
Rei
You must've really enjoyed taking them off
You
I did
Not even sure what you were saying at this point so your body was squirming under your fingers and the thought of his touch. Snapping you out of your lust filled haze, you phone dings.
Rei
Are they comfortable off? Or do they make you feel a sense of freedom?
You
I got to let my legs drop open more
Rei
I guess they kind of restrict your movement
You
Is your hand still where I told you to leave it?
Rei
It's right there like you told me
Should I still not move it?
You
Good boy. You can have your fun now
Rei
Don't need to say it twice
You
I certainly am having my own fun
Rei
That is perfectly alright
So now your legs are free, what are you gonna do?
You
I’m dipping my fingers inside now
Rei
you're having way too much fun
You
Not enough imo
Rei
Oh? How much more fun are you after?
You
More
Rei
More is a good answer
You
It’s a slutty answer but it’s the truth
Rei
It's quite alright. I'm not complaining
You
My nails are too long and my toy is too far
Rei
that was not a problem I was expecting
You
It’s a problem
Rei
Have you not got anything else you could use?
You
Kinky of you.. what do you suggest?
Rei
Oh my god I never thought I'd hear myself say that. Idk, don't you have anything lying around or in the kitchen?
You
Oh shit I might lol
You get up and grab the bottle opener that you never use from the back of the silver wear drawer.
Rei
Is something in the kitchen catching your eye?
You
This is highly productive
You don’t care to elaborate on what is happening.
Rei
Oh? How is it highly productive?
I didn't think I had any input on the situation
You
I didn’t think you would either but here we are
Rei
What else would you like me to help you with? I'm up for whatever
You
Not done with this situation hold up
Rei
I'll wait for you
You
It’s cold hold on lol
Rei
we have all night. You better not leave me hanging. I'm too invested now
You
Are you having fun?
Rei
I can't lie, I'm absolutely loving this
You
Good to know.. what if I’m imagining it’s you helping me?
Rei
oh? And is that helping you?
You
It is
Rei Suwa
Well I'm glad I could help you then.
I can't stop smiling every time I get another one of your messages. You've genuinely made my evening better ❤️
Oh shit. His sudden emotional intimacy pushed you to get a little wetter.
You
Fuck
Rei Suwa
What did I do now? Sorry if I'm interrupting something
You
No you’re doing incredible
Rei Suwa
I hope you're not playing with me, you really don't seem like the type
You
I’m absolutely not messing with you
Rei
Send me a voice memo?
Pressing record you send a breathy panting memo:
You
I bet you’re huge
He responds back quickly with a text.
Rei
How much do you bet?
You
So much
Rei
Is that right?
What would you be willing to do to find out if you're right or not?
You
Don’t fuck with me please just tell me if I’m right
Rei
alright, alright 😂
What do you mean by huge?
You
7inches at least
Rei
I think you might be right then
You
I knew it
Rei
how?
You
I just know lmao I have a 6th sense
Rei
well you're very right
You
I’m so wet
Rei
I'm happy to hear that. Are you enjoying yourself?
You
Yes
Rei
Well this has been a lot of fun
You
I’m not done
Rei
I'm still here if you need me
You
Yes please
Rei
well what would you like me to do?
You
I’m not sure
Rei
Oh are you feeling a bit lost?
You
Tell me I’m doing a good job
Rei
alright, but only if you ask nicely
You
Pleaseee
If he was really here you’d be actually begging with the whine that left your lips.
Rei
You're doing so well. If this was a test you'd be getting an 100%
You
Okay solidified my praise kink that did
Rei
so you like saying please?
You
Yes
Rei
That's kind of a cute kink lol
You
Maybe it’s a begging kink?
Rei
maybe it is, who knows
Sending him another voice memo to hear what the thought of him did
You
Wow fuck. thank you?
Rei
you're welcome?
You
Lmaooo
Rei
I guess I should try it myself now
You
Do you need help?
Rei
I'd appreciate a bit of help, yes
You
What can I help with? Maybe describing my gym outfit?
Rei
I'm curious, go ahead, describe it
You
Tonight was a pair of black flared leggings and a low cut grey sports bra. You can see a big of my stomach between the top and pants. It’s very low cut
Rei
That sounds really cute.
And you said you were at the gym in that?
You
Yes, I’m sure my chest was bouncing on the elliptical
Rei
It must've made for a very distracting gym session
You
Not for me
Rei
I suppose not
Rei
Well that's definitely given me a few images in my head
You
I’m currently laying no pants, sports bra only on my couch
Rei
It's late at night, so isn't that like a normal thing to be wearing
You
Only when I’m sexting hot guys
Rei
I wouldn't go that far and say I'm a hot guy
You
You just brought me to completion so 🤷🏼♀️
Rei
okay fair enough, I can't argue with that
You
Am I helping still?
Rei
yes, you're helping me a lot and I think you're enjoying it too
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@magnolia-sunrise was talking abt their oc voices and asked me abt mine so i'm gonna ramble abt that under the cut yeehaw
for the most part they have unique voices in my brain, whether or not i a) have voiceclaims for them b) can articulate what those voices sound like c) can actually write them with different voices is another story but i'm giving it my best shot jfjdjjdjf
grimm- i answered this ask awhile ago and said i didn't have a voiceclaim for them and that was not entirely true bc the beginning of this song to the ~30 second mark is closeish to what i image their voice to be like. i found this song abt a month before i created honeybee so it's Embedded in my mind as a honeybee song despite it only partially fitting hdfgklfhd (timestamped where the lyrics begin)
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basically low with a slight raspiness? breathiness? grimm definitely speaks with more of a drawl/twang/cowboy accent than this singer tho (its singing voice is NOT like this at all btw). it also might have some sort of almost-lisp or sound like it's talking around smthin in it's mouth bc its got bonus fangs and its jaw likes to act up
bc of said fangs it doesn't move it's mouth much when talking so that results in a sort-of mumble. concise when they talk, but not clipped unless the situation calls for it. they'll hold a conversation just fine but they're defs someone you can have a whole conversation with and only realize after the fact that you still know almost nothing about them. also will deliver jokes with a deadpan
yarrow- their voice has actually changed a bit from my initial perception in that ask bc i'd say their voice is actually more mid-range and not low, just a guy who's been on t for several years. don't have any refs off the tops of my head, but they have a situational/varying accent depending on who they're talking to, having grown up in a metropolitan area but moved to a rural one later on- smthin that ranges from a slight drawl/twang to an "average" western american accent. VERY expressive and prone to rambling and talking too fast- he's not unsure of himself when he speaks, just has a lot of thoughts all the time, so he'll backtrack to other ideas and restate things and trail off adhd-style. good at being social, and lot of his charm comes from being polite/knowing when to be nice. has definitely adopted a philosophy of "it's okay if i'm weird because people are fine with it if you're nice"
some bonus writing of these two
depending on whose pov the chapter is from i do try to make it sound like their voice/thought process but i am very much of the first draft and don't know what i'm doing ✌️✨
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bc they've existed in my brain for so long, most of the ttw characters also have Voices and i wanna ramble abt them too hehe
serena- originally roberta colindrez' performance in alice isn't dead was The Voiceclaim for her but not quite anymore; i think there's defs a quality to her voice in that performance that aligns with serena's voice, but nowadays i imagine her voice to be a little bit lower and rougher (also timestamped)
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she's pretty terse when she talks, but serena's funny bc most of her external standoffishness really is just an awkwardness that comes across as more bitchy that she'd like. but also she is Very sarcastic and has a low tolerance for ppl being dumbasses around her, so how fortunate she is to be in the company of chucklefuck 1 and 2 (pyrithaea and vance) for most of the story.
pyrithaea- there's a line in marigold by mother falcon that i animated a few years back and it's pretty solidly Her Voice. higher-pitched and can get annoying to some people, esp bc she talks a lot and too fast (also adhd style). very expressive and at times dramatic when she talks, doesn't have a full-blown "valley girl" accent but it's there
vance- the music video for still feel by half alive has been very intertwined with vance's whole vibe for like six years, and the lead singer's voice is pretty in-line with how i imagine his voice, except vance's voice might sit in his chest a bit more, if that makes sense? also talks a lot, not as fast as rithaea, but more prone to saying things that don't quite make sense hfgkfdhg. also very expressive and dramatic and gay with hints of that same valley girl accent
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leon- actually funny bc the best voiceclaim i have is fucking. gerard way. raspy and kind of nasally and grating
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always kind of sounds like their smiling regardless of if you can hear them. also the fucking laugh in this video is their vibe. not their laugh all the time but
skylar and phil don't have as-solid voices yet. skylar's defs smthin androgynous and phil...sounds like a zombie but idk if i want undead and raspy or smthin more light and ghostly yet
bonus ttw writings hehe
#i don't listen to podcasts much anymore so most of the auditory stuff i consume nowadays is music#actually i do listen to podcasts and video essays a lot but it's mostly nonfiction and it's weird saying like 'this exact person sounds lik#my oc' or at least if feels like it'd be weird. idk#also i cannot for the life of me articulate what i mean by western american accent bc i'm just like 'they talk how i talk'#<bitch what do you MEAN#i am sososo self-conscoius abt showing ppl my writing bc idk if it's good but i'm reminding myself tht i am LEARNING and TRYING#also i haven't touched the 96-page ttw doc in a few months it was actually fun rereading it i love how insane everyone is#also hilarious tonal contrast to honeybee at times#but also not bc i'm like. oh yeah that's right the Running Themes#the blood the monstrosity etc. etc. etc.#rambles#honeybee#thicker than water#grimm#yarrow#serena#pyrithaea#vance#leon#asks#not an ask technically but. in that vibe#writing
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Love Bites: Epilogue
Series Masterlist
Four Years Later
The end of the Hysteria tour had finally arrived. Y/N and Joe had been separated for the better part of eighteen months due to them both touring. That Christmas had been their first holiday season apart and it nearly killed them both.
The two had decided to move to Dublin a few years ago for multiple reasons and thanks to the money they were both bringing in with the popularity of Def Leppard and Ultraviolet, they were able to afford their dream home with a built in studio.
Life had been so perfect for the two of them that reunions they had made their time apart worth it. Def Leppard hadn’t toured since Rick had his accident at the end of ‘84. Ultraviolet on the other hand had been on tour twice since then. Joe couldn’t have been prouder of Y/N. especially as he had known her from the beginning so he got to watch the band grow.
The two bands stayed close. Meeting up frequently and even going on holiday together a few times. Joe and Y/N being a couple helped them all to stay in touch but the friendships between all the members was incredible. Fans had even come to recognise them out together and had picked up on the love they all carried for each other.
Ultraviolet had decided to take a year off before recording their next album. Y/N had decided that she wanted to spend more time with Joe and Benji wanted to settle down after getting married the previous year. Tammy and Johnny were more than happy to do this for their bandmates and decided to start writing material for the next album.
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Y/N was waiting on the sofa for Joe to come home. It had felt like too long since she had last seen him and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement. When she heard the door unlock and that familiar voice ring out through the house, she couldn’t help herself but to get up and greet her boyfriend.
Joe’s face lit up as he saw her running towards him. Dropping his bag he was quick to catch her in his arms, spinning her around. When he put her down, immediately their lips connected. Y/N felt the sparks fly like the first time and she couldn’t feel any happier then in that moment.
As they pulled apart for a breath, they rested their foreheads against each other; they couldn’t help the smiles that spread across their faces.
“Well hello there love.” Joe smiled as he kept his arms around her.
“Hello.” Y/N grinned. “How was the tour?”
Joe let out a laugh. “I spoke to you nearly everyday.”
“I know that but I want to hear it all again.”
Joe led Y/N over to the couch. “Okay then but first I need to ask you something.”
“Sure, everything okay?”
“I hope so, listen.” Joe took a breath. “We’ve been together for over four years now and we live together. Now that we are both home for a little while I want to make the most of the time we spend together and I don’t want to waste a minute. Y/N, you are the love of my life and I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Joe grabbed a little box from out of his pocket.
“Will you marry me?”
Y/N gasped as she felt tears in her eyes. She didn’t waste a minute in nodding her head before she launched herself at him and captured his lips in another passionate kiss.
Joe laughed against her lips and when they separated, he brushed the hair out of her face.
“I’ll take that as a yes then?” He spoke as he placed the ring on her finger.
“Of course it’s a yes.” Y/N told him as she led him to their bedroom. “Now let’s go celebrate.”
I hope you all enjoyed this and watch out for the Joe Elliott x Reader one shot I have on the way. 💖💖
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@i-love-def-leppard
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oh my god ive been on tumblr for quite a while now and just a few months ago i got into kpop (hahaha enhypen amiright)
so if course your girlie here was curious and started digging around the enhypen tag on tumblr, then it led to hard thoughts.. and then i found you! (≧▽≦)
i am actually not joking at all but as of right now i have read EVERY single one shot from each member, i have also read EVERY single drabble and mtl on your master list and I SPECIFICALLY KEEP COMING BACK TO PLATINUM I JUST LIVE FOR IT (｡ﾉω＼｡)
thank you for having the tastiest writing style, you are one of the very few writers i have seen put so much effort into their works and im so happy you consider plots as well (explains why i always come back to platinum) keep up the good work ur so amazing simpjaes !!!! (*＾3＾)/～♡
omg hi!!! welcome! you've read all of them? omg, even the piss one? KJFHSDKJFHDSKJ
oh yeah, player rank: platinum was def a doozy, love when people talk about that one! also super proud that it has re-readability ;o; omg
thank you for coming to dote on me and boost my ego a lil bit ; u ; i hope you stick around for more works even tho i'm a bit slow to release right now!!!!!!! I APPRECIATE YOU!!!
p.s. i'm not shitting on u i promise but also!!! even if my fics are considered longer etc, i see most, if not all of the writers on tumblr probably put in the same amount of effort, if not more than I do! i'm happy to know you see my effort [like fr, makes me start batting my eyelashes, ily for that], but there are definitely more than a few who do this! there are soooo many who do and I hope you have a great time discovering them!
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City of Angels (Phil Collen)
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@thiswatch-lepparddef-werehi and I were taking about how City of Angels by Demi Lovato reminded us of Phil and how it needed to be a one shot… so here we are. It also has a touch of Daisy Jones & The Six because I’ve been obsessed with that show lately!
Warnings: Sexual/Adult/Explicit Content!
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Y/N’s POV
The City of Angels. What a silly name for city that is full of people who are far from angels.
I’ve lived here my whole life. I grew up going to Catholic school and being the perfect little girl my parents wanted to be. It all changed once I got to experience the wonders the Sunset Strip brought at nightfall.
The sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll scene changed me. I started staying out late and bringing home a different guy every night. Somehow my parents never knew it. Maybe they did, and just didn’t have the energy to care. That wasn’t an unusual thing for them. I think they forgot I existed most of the time anyway.
I live alone now, and haven’t spoken to them much over the last few months. I fill the void with whatever I can get my hands on, but still manage to function and maintain a job at the local music store.
I’ve seen all kinds of people in my shop. Guys in no-name bands to rockstars with number one albums. I treat them all the same. It’s always been about the music for me.
The bell over the door rings for the hundredth time today. I sigh and get up from my comfortable sitting position to greet them.
“Hey, welcome to Guitar World. How can I help you today?” I say in what I like to call my customer service voice.
The man takes off his sunglasses and I realize who it is. Phil Collen.
“Hello, love.” He smiles. “I’m just looking around.”
I try to pretend like I’m not absolutely fawning over him. Def Leppard has been a favorite band of mine for a long while. I watch intently while he strolls around, picking up various packs of strings and plucking the guitars that are on display.
Pull yourself together, Y/N. If he catches you staring, what will he think?
Almost as if he could hear this thought, he turns around and we make eye contact. I quickly pretend I was looking somewhere else, but I think he knows.
He comes up to the counter with the items he picked out.
I cough, nervously. “Will this be all?” I mutter as I scan everything.
“Actually, no.” He says. I pause, looking up at him. He’s leaning with one elbow onto the counter. “I’d like to know your name.”
Suddenly it feels my air circulation has cut off. Is this happening right now?
“Uh, Y/N.”
“Phil, but I think you already knew that.” He places money on the counter along with a note, winking before heading out the door.
I stand frozen for a moment before picking up the small sheet of paper and unfolding it. It’s his phone number.
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I got off work hours ago, but still keep replaying that moment in my head. I hold the small piece of paper in my hand, tapping my fingers against the phone.
Without thinking any more about it, I dial the number quickly.
“Hello?”
“Phil! Hi. It’s-“
“Y/N. I’ve been waiting for you to call.”
He was waiting for ME to call?
“Um, right. What are you up to?”
“Not much.”
“Do you want to meet me back at the shop? I’m about to lock up, and well, I understand if you don’t want to.” My words run together from my nervousness.
His laughter rings throughout the phone. “I’ll be there in 20.” The receiver clicks and I’m left with silence, aside from my heart beating out of my chest at ten thousand miles per hour.
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Sure enough, he arrives a few minutes later. He’s wearing the same outfit he had on earlier, but with a leather jacket added on top of it. I don’t think he’s ever had a bad look in his life.
We end up walking around town, taking in the night scenery. There’s not much light other than the moon shining down above us.
After a bit of walking, we reach a building that is all too familiar to me. The church I grew up going in. The one I went to school in. I stop in my tracks and face it.
His warm hand grasps my shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“I’m okay. I just… I just grew up in this church and went to school here. It saw the good, bad and ugly parts of my life.”
“I see.” He says. He starts to walk up to the doors and go inside.
“What are you doing?”
He turns around to look at me. “I’m going inside.”
“No, we might get in trouble.” I try to stop him, but he just laughs at me in response. He goes inside.
Looking around frantically, I go inside after him.
All the memories come rushing back.
“So you wore one of those little skirts, eh?” He smirks.
“Yes, sometimes much shorter than I was supposed to.” I sit in one of the back pews as he glances around.
“Oh, a rulebreaker.” He inches closer, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the back of the room.
“Gave the nuns hell.” My back ends up pressed against the wall.
“I believe it.” He closed what little space there was between us, pressing his forehead against mine and snaking his arm around my waist. “Want to break some more?”
I don’t respond, I just immediately latch my lips onto his. He meanders his hand inside my top, the sensation of his touch giving me goosebumps.
He picks me up, gripping my hips as he carries me back to the pew we sat at before. He starts to pull off my top, but I stop him. “No time, the night guard will be here soon.” I learned the routine of this church like the back of my hand. After all, this is where I lost my virginity.
“So you did break some rules.” He laughs.
“Frequently. With half of the graduating class.”
He scoffs before he moves down to unbutton my jeans hastily, sliding them off of me along with my underwear. Instead of throwing the black, lacy fabric on the floor, he tucks them in his back pocket.
“Saving those for later.”
“On with it, Romeo.”
“As you wish.”
He reaches and puts two fingers inside, making me gasp from the sudden intrusion. “Already so wet. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
I can’t get out any words other than a slight “Mm.”
He removes his fingers and starts undoing his own belt, sliding down his pants and boxers in one swift move.
I barely have time to catch my breath after he bottoms out on the first go.
“Goddammit, Phil!”
“Be careful how you use his name.” He whispers, his breath hitting my neck as he enters me again, and again. The old wood of the pew is knocking around just like it used to.
“Almost there.” I lock my ankles at the small of his back as a signal not to move. His movements get slower and slower until he fills me with his warmth.
He pants before leaning his head down on my shoulder.
“We have to go.”
He kisses my neck once more before pulling out of me, causing me to groan out of utter distaste.
We clean ourselves up and quickly get out of the building.
“Well, if there is a hell, we’re certainly going to it.”
“Oh well. I like the warmth anyway.” I wink, grabbing his hand and pulling him back down the sidewalk.
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hi lycan :D 1, 12 and 16 for the manga ask gameee
hiiiii lito omgg hiii
1. Your top 5 reads of 2023
this is really hard but here are my faves in no particular order:
dungeon meshi by ryoko kui. only got into reading it this year and it's one of my new faves of all time. such incredible art, wonderful characters, and writing that felt so rewarding, satisfying, and purposeful. i wanna read all of kui's works when i can, she's probably my new favorite mangaka
when the day comes by omyo. wauuugh. waugh. soooo beautiful and kind. treated relationships with both tenderness and seriousness. lovely lovely rec. definitely need to reread soon
skip and loafer by misaki takamatsu. we all know her we all love her. gives daily life such reverence and treats interpersonal relationships with so much nuance and care. each update drives me insane but also leaves me with such a warm feeling. live laugh loaf
the summer hikaru died by mok mok len. its one of those things that feels like it was made for me lol. i think there's such a lack of horror animanga and it excels at the horror, while also having gorgeous art and characters that i care so dearly for
no home by wanan. i mean what can i say. its no home. incredible story incredible characters satisfying writing. mwah. psychological warfare the manhwa
okay and a bonus bc i couldn't leave this one out!! run on your new legs by wataru midori !!!! i heard about this one on a whim and no one else has read it, it was so so good. a short and sweet sports/slice of life that gave parasports such passion and care. highly recommend
12. A manga that made you look forward to every update
SKIP AND LOAFER SUMMER HIKARU DIED AND NO HOME EASYYYYYY. skipping homing dying through this year
16. A manga that disappointed you
very very easily choujin x by sui ishida. i'd never read any of ishida's work before (only watched some of tokyo ghoul aaaaages ago) and when i heard he was writing smth new i wanted to give it a shot. i've been reading it as its been serializing the last few months more just as something to get through bc i've mostly found it pretty uninteresting and immature, and then i very very recently dropped it bc the sexualization of women and girls in it is just so disgusting and never stops. has def turned me off to his work. idk i'll probably still try reading tokyo ghoul at some point just to see, but im not super hopeful if this is what his writing is like lol
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I think I sent you anons a year ago about how I had missed my T for like. a few months because I needed to book a time and all but executive function is??? guess what. guess when I last had my every 16 weeks shot? 👀 surely not. a year ago. (vut that's also because the first vial I buy in a year costs me 60 € and after that it's like. 4 € per vial and I haven't really had a moment this year when I would have had 60 € extra on me). I think last year my message maybe related to some conversation but this time this is definitely unprompted and random, hello
hello! i remember that, i was def also complaining about my shot that time lmao. i hope you can find a spare €60 soon, i can't handle a week or two without so i can't imagine how a year must've been for you 😬
#i've missed like a month before on both gel and the biweekly injection due to low stock but i didn't have any side effects from that somehow#anon#asks
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bestie can you do an eddie munson x grungey reader? like someone with that classic 80's/90's grungey look and like eddie matching band tees with them?
to run into your arms (pt. 1)
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
wc: 1.6k
warnings: bullying (j*son and andy are dicks), pot mentions, perhaps a gl*e mention, softie!eddie (he lets you borrow one of his shirts), eddie calls reader “sweetheart”, also calls the reader “lady”
this is def gonna be split into two parts, it got long lol
it wasn’t every day that eddie munson found himself staring at one particular girl. but that had been his life for the past few months as he realized that y/n was probably the coolest girl around. scratch that. she was the coolest girl around. since moving to hawkins, he had been branded the “freak”. it was probably because he didn’t want to get stuck in the conformities that society had put forward, and it could also be because he was a metal head. or maybe it was because he sold drugs. who really knew? not him. he didn’t give a flying fuck.
that was, until y/n stepped foot into school.
he had no clue there was going to be a new student coming in this year. not at all. obviously the new batch of freshmen were coming in but a new senior? now this was next level. and ozzy above, she had absolutely gorgeous eyes. and surprisingly enough, she dressed a lot like him. jeans with rips that showed the fishnets she was wearing under them, usually with a band t-shirt tucked under what looked to be a very worn down leather jacket with- was that a dio patch on it? eddie was absolutely captivated by this girl, and he needed to be her best friend, approximately ten minutes ago.
“hey, watch where you’re goin’ freak!”
eddie snapped out of his trance as he saw y/n fall to the ground to pick up the books that had fallen from her arms as andy stood over her. of fucking course the jocks had gotten to her before he did. just his fucking luck.
“speak up princess, i can’t hear you over that bullshit you have playing on your walkman. what are you even playing?” jason stepped up to her and ripped the walkman off her jeans, aggressively pulling the tape out and throwing it to the ground. “oops. doesn’t matter now.”
eddie could tell from a mile away that y/n was about to cry, and it took all his will power not to step in and do anything. all he could see was red, and he had to get out of there and fast. so he did what he did best.
he ran.
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lunch time was supposed to be peaceful, you had thought. that was, until jason and his band of idiots decided to ruin your brand new metallica cassette. you had spent the extra pocket money that you had gotten from chores and babysitting the week before you moved to buy it, and it was one of the last fun and happy memories you had of that stupid old town in stupid old wyoming. but that was then, and this was now, and you were currently sitting on top of a picnic table just past the football fields, using a pencil to try and wind the tape back to the beginning.
a twig snapped somewhere around you and you shot up, pencil falling from your grip as you got ready to run. it was what you did best. running. always running from all your problems- which was probably why you simply let jason and his idiots walk all over you since you started here in hawkins. what were you going to do, fight back? he was a basketball player and you were simply a nobody in the school. the new girl at most. he’d simply laugh in your face and shove you into a locker before he moved onto his next prawn.
“oh, sorry.” you looked up to see a boy, dressed a lot like you, sheepishly standing at the entrance to the clearing. “i didn’ see you there.”
“oh no worries, i was just trying to fix my cassette. i needed some time to calm down.” you met his eyes, and oh gods they were beautiful. “hawkins can be a lot.”
“you’re tellin’ me.” the boy came to sit at the table with you. “ ‘ve been here three years an’ it doesn’t get any better, sadly.”
“damn, i was really hoping it would.” you chuckled. “but i mean i met you so that has to be good.”
you couldn’t help but notice him blush.
“i’m y/n by the way.”
“eddie. munson. eddie munson.”
“oh yeah, i think we have history together. with mr. stein.”
eddie nodded, rolling his eyes. “i feel like i need to be high to get through his lectures sometimes. he’s just so boring.”
“you smoke?”
“yeah, you?”
“sometimes. mainly socially.” you shrug. “i used to go back to a lot of parties in wyoming but that was because my plug would always throw them.”
“oh believe me, you don’t want to go to a party here. they’re thrown by steve the hair harrington and good ozzy are they boring.”
“did.. did you just say ozzy instead of god?” you spoke through your laugh, trying to hide your amusement.
“maybe i did. what about it?”
it was cute. “not much. just curious as to why you say ozzy instead of god.”
eddie scoffed playfully. “because ozzy is god.”
“and bon jovi isn’t?” you rose an eyebrow.
“come on y/n, we both know that ozzy is the true god of metal.”
before you could answer, the end of lunch bell rang, signaling to both of you that you had to leave your little hideout. you let out a big sigh, grabbing your bag and your still messed up cassette.
“guess i can count this as a goner.”
“lemme take a stab at it.” eddie held out his hand. “i might be able to fix it.”
“you sure? jason fucked it up pretty bad.”
“i’m a magician with my fingers, sweetheart. i’m sure i can fix it.”
and if he couldn’t, he would run around this whole stupid town looking for a new one, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.
“if you insist, kind sir.” you dramatically placed the cassette in his hands. “i’ll see you later?”
“i’ll see you later.”
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eddie didn’t usually go to 7-11, but he figured it would be nice to treat himself to a slushie after finally mustering up the courage to talk to you. he practically skipped down the aisle as he made his way to the machine, deciding last minute to duck behind the snack area when he saw an all too familiar letterman jacket. maybe he’d grab some pretzels to enjoy tonight too. or maybe some corn nuts. maybe he’d go wild and get not one, but two twinkies. the door bell jingled and he automatically knew without looking that you happened to walk in, simply by the way the leather arms of the jacket swished against the sides.
you walked right past him, not even noticing he was there, going straight for the slushie machine. considering how hard today had been for you, since you had lost your comfort cassette, you figured a slushie couldn’t hurt. what you didn’t notice at all was how jason and his friends were plotting in the corner. but eddie noticed. before he could say anything, the sound of slushie coming out of a cup and landing on a person’s chest could be heard as jason’s groupie laughed their asses off as they ran outside of the store. he rushed around the aisle to see you standing there, covered in red slushie.
“y/n-”
“eddie, i-”
“i got an extra shirt in my car, come on. i got ‘cha.”
eddie slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter on the way out, quickly explaining to the poor sophomore what had happened. you met him outside as he led you to his van, opening the back door and rummaging through the blankets before he found one of his extra shirts he always kept in the back.
“it should hopefully fit you. you can change in the back, there should be a plastic bag somewhere we-you can put your shirt.”
you smiled. “thanks, eddie.”
you waited until eddie shut the door to the back of the van before you pulled off the slushie covered shirt, setting it down on what seemed to be an empty piece of carpet before pulling eddie’s shirt over your head. it smelled exactly like him- a mix of cigarettes, pot and the woods. which you decided were now your favorite smells in the whole world. for no particular reason, of course. even if that reason was cute. his shirt was perfectly oversized, sitting on your frame a little skewed but enough to look nice. the metallica logo looked back up at you as you brushed a few crumbs off of the front, pushing the van door open and grabbing your bag from eddie, making sure to reach back in and grab your stained shirt.
“thanks again, i’ll wash your shirt tonight and bring it back.”
“you can keep it, if you want. i mean, until you can get your shirt cleaned ‘cus who knows how long that’s gonna take.”
you chuckled. “you like seeing me in your shirt, munson?”
“i- i mean, i-” he stuttered. “it does look good on you.”
you took a few steps away. “see you tomorrow?”
“wh-where are you going?”
“home? i thought that was obvious.” you raised an eyebrow, smirking. “you tryin’ to stalk me now?”
“i was gonna ask if you needed a ride home.”
“oh. i mean, if you wanna.” you shrugged. “i don’t live that far away, it wouldn’t be that bad of a walk.”
“oh, but i insist. only the best for lady y/n.”
it was your turn to blush now.
“well in that case, lead the way, sir munson.”
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what’s the patreon one shot you posted a few days ago? wondering if i should read it!!
it was a non-au piece where she meets harry at a wedding in Paris!! Inspo from that video that goes around every few month of him drunk at that one wedding talking about the grooms sister and all!! if im being super honest its not one of my favorite things ive ever written but if you feel like it you can def check it out !
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