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[etoiile]

his hand was right there.

it'd be so easy. all you had to do was reach and grab, and your hunger for his touch would be solved.

buuut, then again, what if he didnt like it? what if he pulled away because it made him feel uncomfortable? what if he started thinking you were too clingy and started second-guessing your relationship? there was just too much at risk. you decided to just suck up the pit feeling in your stomach and keep your hands to yourself.

suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and it was brought up to your boyfriend's face, who kissed it again and again.

"never be afraid to hold my hand, ok? there's nowhere it'd rather be than in yours." he said between pecks, a happy smile on his face.

REO, BACHIRA, isagi, kunigami, BOKUTO, oikawa, hinata, kuroo, suna, ATSUMU, suga

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[chrissv4mp]

VIDEOS GIRLFRIEND!BILLIE WOULD SEND YOU .ᐟ

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: lookin 4 something???

the video starts quickly—billie holding her phone up above her head, resting comfortably in what looks to be the couch on her tour bus. she hums softly, a soothing melody that you wish you had the chance to hear again face-to-face. then the camera pans back down, her fingers fumbling with the device before successfully setting it onto the couch opposite of where she was perched.

it's only then do you realize what she's wearing—a purple hoodie that's quite similar to yours... and as you squint, trying to remember where you recognize it from. before the answer can click in your mind, billie speaks up.

"i know you're probably wondering where i got this," she grins, cheekily. "or maybe you're wondering why i have this?" she adds, smile breaking out wider. "and—okay, don't blame me—but i snuck it in my bag before tour..."

your favorite hoodie.

and, clearly, hers as well.

"but!" she exclaims, then whips her head to the side at the sound of one of the cabin bunks creaking. then, quieter, "but i wanted to know that you're always here—or, at least, a part of you."

you can see the pink tint of her cheeks flushing even in the dim lighting of the tour bus, and it only becomes more apparent as she pulls the hood further down—covering her face in embarrassment as she giggles quietly, the sound muffled behind the thick, cozy fabric of your hoodie. the one that you'd been losing your mind while trying to find over the past few days. guess it's a huge weight lifted off your chest knowing that the person you trust most has it.

the room goes quiet for a moment too long—and then a long yawn rips through billie's throat, resulting in the girl lifting her arms up and stretching dramatically, a habit you'd also picked up on a few months into the relationship. billie sits up, scooting to the edge of the cushions and snatching up her phone again. she pulls the device close to her face, anything below her nose unseen in the camera.

"okay, well," she exhales, sleepy. "that's my cue."

her eyes flick to the camera, pulling the phone away a bit to grin at you through the phone. "i love you, pretty girl. i'll call tomorrow... if the timezones aren't fucked up—but if they are, still expect a call. just... later."

she blows a kiss, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "g'night."

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: i'd wanna fuck me too !!

"damn," billie purrs, tilting her head to the side. the sunlight from the open curtains of her hotel room illuminate her face. her lips part, eyes flitting across the screen—checking herself out shamelessly. "not to be conceded but... i see why you want me all the time, baby," she teases, leaning back on the couch, maroon and plush.

her hair is in a low bun, loose strands falling on her neck—so effortlessly perfect it's almost like she pulled them out herself. the video is nearly silent for a few seconds, the low hum of the A/C in the background setting a soft, quiet mood, almost like she's at home. her shoulders are relaxed, brows not furrowed like you'd seen them the last time she jumped onto facetime with you.

billie whistles low as she sets her phone down on the table, probably propped against her water bottle. "holy shit, i might actually start drooling over myself right now," she smiles, turning her head to the side and humming upon seeing the sharp line of her jaw.

"woah," she muses, giggling as she turns back to face the camera. "okay, baby—i need to call you, like, now."

she grabs her phone, tugging it off the table. the video still plays for a moment, even while billie looks like she's deep into finding your contact. then, with a quiet—needy—huff from between billie's pouty lips, the video ends.

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: bts for europe pt2... ur lucky...

the first thing you notice is her camera—not her phone, but an actual camera. the thought of billie taking the time to export the video off the camera just for you already had your heart warming. what made your heart warmer was simply just seeing her face, inverted in the mirror yet still looking as beautiful as ever. the camera view shakes a little in the awkward position of her hand, moving a bit closer—showing the background of what seemed to be a closed shop.

"aaahh!" she whispers, mouth opening in a low roar. her nose scrunches as she takes a step back, focusing the camera on the clean mirror for a second longer before stepping away fully and showing you where she was.

there's multiple racks of her merchandise—a plethora of reds, blues, yellows, and whites, colors that she'd been fixated on even before the meetings for her tour plans began. you remember her always coming home with boxes of her first samples of hoodies and t-shirts. unbeknownst to you, she'd ordered one of each sample in your size—feigning surprise whenever you slid the piece of fabric on and found out that it fit you perfectly.

her voice breaks throught the quiet murmur employees in the background. "nobody passing by knows that i'm in here... well, except for you," she thinks out loud, voice trailing off. "wait, but you're not passing by, so—nevermind, still counts."

"this is going in the vlog, by the way," billie announces in a quiet whisper, like it's a secret. "and you're the first person to seee!! i'm so excited for this next part, baby, you don't even know."

her shoes pad on the concrete floors, the camera view getting closer and closer to a rack of multiple hoodies, the designs varying—fabric in red with a graphic of billie from her rolling stone photoshoot ranging from a darker black hoodie featuring a lighter graphic of her name and a photo taken on her latest tour stop, amsterdam.

"dude, this shit is so sick," she admires, flipping the camera to show her happy expression. "might have to get a few to take home to you—gosh, you'd look amazing in the red."

then, she comes closer, murmuring much quieter, "and, preferably, nothin' underneath..." quickly, the camera pulls away from her face.

"okay bye!"

NEW MESSAGE! ⟶ bils: BERLINNNNN

billie's hand is on her cheek, jaw open wide in faux surprise as she points at a poster of herself with her free hand—eyes wide as she frantically taps against the window like she's seeing something that's a once in a lifetime experience. someone—ava—giggles behind the camera, shaking the view for a moment to point at the poster as well, a surprised gasp of her own falling from between her lips.

they're standing outside a shop, the window showcasing a display of billie's latest perfume release—your turn. the gates were still closed due to the early hour, the sun still slowly rising above the mountains. ava zooms in on billie just as she sticks her tongue out—then, unexpectedly, she sprints off camera, nearly tripping over her jeans with her suddenly fast steps. ava trails not too far behind, giggling.

"billie, i'm coming go the show tonight!" someone screams in the distance, loud enough for the camera to pick it up.

she doesn't stop running, and neither does ava—her head just whips around as she stuffs a hand into her pocket, her smile clear in the way she screams, "love you!"

"i love you!" the fan screams back, and ava can't hold in the giggles crawling up her throat.

ava chases after billie until they tumble into the back of their car, breathing heavily as their backs finally hit the seats, lips parted to take the chance to breathe after the sudden interaction. her blue eyes meet the camera again, a dopey smile playing at the corners of her lips. she slumps in her seat, falling to the side and laying across her side of the car with a few quiet chuckles. ava joins in on the laughter, the little sounds escaping billie's throat contagious.

"that was... unexpected," ava comments through her fit of giggles, the words cut off a bit at the end due to the engine of the car rumbling to life.

billie nods. "ugh, i love them," she huffs, pushing herself up again and buckling herself in. the click of a seatbelt echoes in the camera speakers as ava does the same. "if we weren't in a rush i would've ran over and tackled them."

ava huffs a laugh.

"lightly—" billie clarifies. then, with a deep squint of her eyes, hums and whispers, "maybe not, actually. don't wanna catch an assault charge in the middle of tour..."

the blonde behind the camera hums. "they'd probably cherish the bruise, billie."

billie bursts out into laughter—then, the video cuts.

letters. will this get me out of the motivation drought.... fingers are tightly crossed rn bcus i have something big and exciting planned 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[appocalipse]

kiss prompts

feel free to use any of these. ♥

"Kiss me." "What?"

"Of course I want to kiss you."

"What if I kissed you right now?"

"If you didn’t want things to change, you shouldn’t have kissed me."

"I really, really want to kiss you right now."

"Can I kiss you?"

"On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

"I never said I didn't want to kiss you."

"I think I deserve a kiss."

"I can't stop thinking about the last time we kissed."

"I've been waiting for this kiss since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"You kissed me! You kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"

"You kissed me, remember?"

"I'll give you a kiss if you can guess what I'm thinking right now."

"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay."

"Just one kiss, that's all I'm asking for."

"You can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss."

"Are you daring me to kiss you?"

"What's stopping us from just kissing right now?"

"I can't believe you kissed me like that."

"I can't stop thinking about that kiss."

"Don't look at me like that if you don't want me to kiss you."

"It's just a kiss, what's the big deal?"

"Let's make a deal, one kiss and I'll do whatever you want."

"You kissed me back, so don't act like it was all me."

"Do you still remember our first kiss?"

"Why do we keep pretending we don't want to kiss each other?"

"You're making it really hard for me not to kiss you right now."

"Let me show you what a real kiss feels like."

"If you kiss me, I promise I'll stop teasing you."

"No goodnight kiss for me?"

"If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."

"I think we need to talk about that kiss."

"Kiss me and then tell me you don't feel anything."

"You're jealous, just admit it, you want to be the one kissing me."

"Do you ever think about that drunken kiss we shared?"

"How can I focus on anything else when you're kissing me like that?"

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it when I say I want you to kiss me."

"Another kiss like that and I won't be held responsible for my actions."

"You say you don't love me, but you kissed me back like you did."

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[prettyiwa]

Omg your writing warm up game is cute!!!! I have a suggestion:

Sakura from WB and #16 only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

Thank you friend 🥺🫶

sit with me

Relationship: Sakura Haruka x Reader Content Tags: hurt/comfort, grief, new relationship Word Count: 722

A/N: you said cute and my brain said angst ahahahahahaha the first scenario that came to mind is something that's going to appear in the next chapter of Hanakotoba, so I decided to write something that's been on my mind since around Mother's Day. Thank you for participating in my warm-up game 💜💜💜 Please no one comment on my apparent lasting desire to tackle grief with Haruka. It's growing a little embarrassing.

The otsuya comes to a close, your father and brother bidding everyone goodbye while you remain in the hall. There’s a dull ache in your chest and it feels as though you’ve been cut open, carved out, your internal organs removed from your body, leaving you a shell of a human being. There are no more tears to be shed, your throat dry and breaths heavy. The edges of the world have grown hazy and desaturated, all sound distant and detached.

As your solitude settles in your bones, it feels as though you’re but moments away from collapsing in on yourself. (Perhaps you’re due for it. Perhaps it’s appropriate for the loss of your mother.)

Then comes the steady gait of your boyfriend, the length of his stride familiar to you, as is the hesitation with which he steps. Gratitude swirls in your chest, sitting on your tongue, begging to be spoken into the world, but the words don’t come. Sakura sighs as he comes to stand a meter from you, the sound soft if not heavy, and you hear the rustling of his jacket as he moves. Despite the fact that he’s been your anchor throughout all of this, you still remain unsure as to what to say.

He comes to sit next to you, offering no more words of condolences, no updates on the guests or your surviving family, nothing to cloud your already hazy mind. Sakura’s always struggled with your tears, always sought to be useful, to do something to make them cease, but now he gives you the thing you’ve told him time and again works best—his company. The novelty of your relationship still burns into each of your actions, the lines between friendship and something more still being crossed, and yet he’s filled the role perfectly, picking up where you’ve fallen off, carrying you when you’ve otherwise forgotten how to walk.

In the corner of your eye, he moves, his right hand coming to scratch the back of his neck as he does when he’s uncertain how to navigate the uncomfortable. Your heart swells, as much as it can given the circumstances, and your hand shifts to the right, finding his on the bench between you. He freezes when you grab it, offering a squeeze in an attempt to communicate the thanks that’s been sitting on your tongue. When he relaxes, that tension leaving on his exhale, you take it as confirmation that he understands. As you pull away, fingers brushing against the smooth skin of the back of his hand, he shifts, his pinky coming to link with yours.

Sakura’s already watching when you turn to look at him, something tender in his gaze that makes your throat seize. Your eyes grow warm, a pressure building beneath the skin of your cheeks, all in the wake of the affection folded inside his worry. The words build, tumbling over one another in your mind, coherency long abandoned after spending the evening accepting the grief of others in place of your own. He expects no words from you—you have a feeling he knows—but they still push upon your lips, a jumbled knot of emotions and half-formed thoughts that you want to share with him and no one else.

In the space of your shared silence, your heart beats a little unsteadily, though still leading you to the same overwhelming thought.

“Thank you.” Your voice is hoarse, words not adequately conveying what sits in your heart.

“You ain’t gotta thank me. I’m just… doing what’s right. What you need.”

Your little finger tightens around his as you shake your head. “No, Sakura, I mean…” Again, the words don’t come, and you don’t know whether you mean to thank him for everything he’s done to organize and coordinate with your mess of a father in your place or simply thank him for being with you. Either way, the thoughts are rooted in the same base sentiment. 

Thank you for being in my life and thank you for allowing me to love you.

He turns away, looking straight ahead, his finger twitching, pulling on yours. “I know. Ya don’t need to say it.” 

“Sit with me a while?” Easier to ask than to attempt to find the words necessary to cover everything else. 

“‘Course. ‘M not going anywhere.”

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[skyfallscotland]

hii :)) so i‘ve been thinking about maybe starting to write myself and i was wondering if you have any advise on how to get started?

also i absolutely love all your fanfics :))

Hi! That's so great! You should definitely give it a try 😌

It sounds like you already have some idea of what you want to write? If not, that's what you need to think about first. What do you want to read that isn't out there yet? Chances are, other people would be interested in reading that too and you can write it 🥰

I have two posts on this saved in my pinned master post—one on general writing advice and getting started (and a lot of me rambling about it) and one with resources. If you have any specific questions after that, just ask. Have fun! And I'm glad you like the fics 💗

[kithtaehyung]

Hi sweet pea! I just wanted to add about your poll, what I'd want most is something you're proud of. I don’t want you to not love what you put out, you know? I've seen so many writers say they lose passion for it because they start worrying about what others want and not what they want to write and it starts feeling like a chore to write. So whatever the vote ends up being, I'd just want to make sure you're happy with what you're giving us and not posting it just to feed us.

oh, amy.. thank you so much😭 the poll was just for readers so i didn't even consider myself as part of the situation.

but yes, i would definitely focus on what makes me happy and proud, too. many of my friends and fellow writers have moved on bc of this exact thing, and i completely respect those decisions bc it's especially hard out here when you lose that spark. it’s tough to reignite once put out.

i'll keep this in mind, too. it helps a whole lot.

[vanmccannsfridge]

How was the feeling of seeing Van after so long? I tear up just by seeing the videos I cant even believe how it must have been to actually be there!!💖

i actually can’t put it into words 😭

the atmosphere of sefton was INSANE the second ain’t that a kick in the head started playing everyone was just locked onto the stage, and when they walked on i’ve never heard/ seen a crowd so excited in my life 🥹

honestly i didn’t cry the whole time of the gig i was just jumping around with my mates screaming along but the second i got back to the hotel i was HYSTERICALLY crying for a good 2 hours in disbelief they were back 😭

instead of putting it into words, here’s the video of the walk on and you can hear how feral we went 😂

[balkanlila]

there aren’t enough hearts in the world to express how much i appreciate and love that portrait of a bolter who regrets means so much to you but here are some: 🫀🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💜💜🖤🩶🤍🤎❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

it means the world to me, i am literally gonna print it so i can always carry it with me i love youuuu, you changed my life with it yesterday

[world-of-hearts]

Imagining Liesa and I walking around the gardens in Asgard while waiting for Odin and the others to get back to us about the next place our little ragtag group has to go to help stop the end of the worlds.

Liesa and Hel deciding to get up after not feeling me in between them anymore and smelling something from another part of the manor and hearing Loki's low murmurs.

They walk their way to the kitchen to find Loki without his signature yellow coat and green hair piece

Loki has his hair tied back and is making small, sly jokes about how "You are sweet enough already, you really don't need to make so many treats."

Hel rolls her eyes and floats her way into the kitchen with Liesa beside her as i turn around to plop a tray of strawberry cheesecake muffins onto the counter.

Hel sees the light pink in the muffins and her gaze softens because i remembered that she hates and has a borderline phobia of red things

Hel turns a bit pink in the cheeks as Liesa comes around the counter to place kisses on my cheeks before asking why I'm up and around

Loki would totally pipe up and make a sly comment about me coming out to have a romantic getaway with him

Liesa quirking a brow at him because "And you chose to have this 'romantic getaway' in the....kitchen?"

Hel makes a very sarcastic comment in her monotone voice about how Loki has never stepped foot in the kitchens before because he always had people to do it or always ate out before we all got together

Just.....time with my Valkyrie Connect f/o's

it will not let me put a :readmore: on my damn chromebook ffs

[theaawalker]

Steps to Write Compelling Plot Twists

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1. Plan the Twist Early

Decide the Purpose: Determine how the twist advances the story or challenges the characters.

Foreshadow Strategically: Seed subtle clues throughout the narrative that hint at the twist without giving it away.

2. Build Tension and Expectations

Create a Red Herring: Introduce elements that mislead the audience into expecting a different outcome.

Heighten Stakes: Ensure the events leading up to the twist are emotionally engaging and meaningful.

3. Deliver the Twist Impactfully

Time it Right: Place the twist at a moment of high tension or when it feels least expected but still logical.

Use Reversal or Revelation: Employ one of two main twist types:

Reversal: A situation is the opposite of what the audience believed.

Revelation: New information changes the context of prior events.

4. Maintain Credibility

Anchor in Logic: Ensure the twist is believable within the story’s world and doesn’t feel contrived.

Align with Characters: Make sure the twist fits with established character motivations and actions.

5. Reflect the Impact

Affect the Narrative: Show how the twist changes the story’s direction or character dynamics.

Re-examine Earlier Clues: Allow the audience to realize how the twist was set up through earlier hints.

Examples of Plot Twists in Films and Books

1. Film Examples

The Sixth Sense: The revelation that Dr. Malcolm Crowe is dead reframes the entire story and previous interactions.

Fight Club: The twist that Tyler Durden and the narrator are the same person shocks the audience and redefines the plot.

Parasite: The discovery of the secret bunker adds unexpected layers of tension and tragedy.

2. Book Examples

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn: Amy's manipulation and fake disappearance drastically shift the narrative’s direction.

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie: The reveal of the murderer’s identity ties all the deaths to a chilling plan.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling: The twist that Sirius Black is not the villain but Harry’s ally surprises and deepens the story.

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thank you, i am farkle :)

[aryaryxoxo]

I'm fucked, aren't I? #soshiro hoshina x lara jean coded!reader ⤷ Sure, why not add accidentally losing the love letters you wrote for your VICE CAPTAIN to the list of the dumb shit you did this year...Why did I even write it in the first place, you pondered. You knew why…writing helps you let loose your overflowing feelings for the vice-captain. But maybe—pray to God. Whoever has the used—to—be—chocolate—now—letter storage tin threw it in the trash you wished DING!

Of course not, I’m fucked—aren’t I?

status: complete!

💌 Accounts

01 — it's missing

02 — before the disaster

03 — koala print

04 — digging myself further

05 — favoritism ?!?!

06 — secrets, thunder, and a crying sister

07 — my ami

bonus

…

a/n: Omg my first fanfic/smau after so many years haha. I really want to write sum for Soshiroooo so here we are. Shout out to @maruflix for being my inspiration <3 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Warnings: grammatical errors; timeline is weird, pls ignore it. I’m new to the fandom, hence there are chance of misrepresentation, my apologizes.

[chrissv4mp]

billie accidently gets turned on while you trace her tattoos ᝰ.ᐟ

soft morning sunlight spills through the open curtains of the living room, warm rays shining on the hardwood floors in the hallway down to the master bedroom—where you and billie slowly wake from under the cozy comforter, limbs tangled in limbs, soft cotton sheets rubbing soft against your bare bodies.

it was a lazy morning—the type of morning where neither of you had to be anywhere to be, and for once, your schedules didn't matter. all you had to do was relax and hold each other, enjoy the presence of one another quietly.

that's all you had in mind when you let your head rest on your pillows the night prior—and now, as the gentle breeze flows in through the open window, the only thing running through your head is the feeling of billie's hands around your waist, so snug even in her half-asleep state.

her leg was thrown lazily over your waist in the middle of the night, only using it as leverage to pull you closer in her sleep, nose nuzzling softly against your neck, huffing quietly.

a ghost of a smile plays on your lips when you feel her fingers tighten at your waist. "...want'chu closer," she mumbles.

"m'already as close as can be," you giggle, stroking your fingers through her dark sleep-tousled hair.

she groans loudly, drawing it out and eliciting another round of giggles from deep in your chest. a few moments later, her head peeks up from the warm crook of your neck, a heavy pout clear on her pretty lips.

"hi," you greet quietly, leaning close to kiss her forehead.

her reaction is instant—shoulders dropping, eyelids fluttering shut momentarily. pout softening and replacing itself with a content grin like that simple action fixed everything and more. when you pull away, she leans in again and presses her lips to your own, meeting so softly, so sweetly.

the kiss lingers for a few long seconds before you reluctantly pull away, eyelids opening just quick enough to notice the way billie chases after you.

then her eyes open, soft ocean blue depths staring lovingly into yours. "hi, beautiful."

a dopey smile curls at the corners of her mouth, growing wider with every passing second that she continues to stare into your eyes. the tiny spark in her eyes has butterflies forming in your lower abdomen, a spark of your own just as apparent to billie the longer she examines your face.

your fingers trail down her body, nails dragging gently down her neck, her shoulder, then her back. you trace the lines of the tattoo on her back, humming quietly, eyes drifting down to where the covers deny you the view of anything below her stomach.

billie shivers at the ticklish sensation of your fingertips, eyes flicking away from yours, turning her head to follow the direction of your hand—though her view is also obstructed. but her sense of feeling isn't.

actually, it feels rather heightened this early in the morning.

"what're you doin'?" she mumbles, voice barely there, the syllables dying down in her throat near the end of her question.

you shake your head. "just feelin' your tattoos."

she takes that answer without another word, humming in reply and resting her head back into your neck. she breathes in the faint, lingering scent of your perfume, the mixed sensations of your touch and smell enough to lull her back into sleep.

the small, meaningless touches go on for nearly an hour before the warm air blowing in through the window starts to get to the both of you. billie kicks the covers down her body, letting them dangle off the edge of the bed and revealing more of her smooth, milky skin in the process.

the action has your eyes moving instinctively, flitting over her smooth stomach and the delicate curve of her hips. your gaze trail back up her body, landing on one of your favorite tattoos—the one that reads "EILISH" in big, bold letters on her sternum, perfectly placed between her pretty tits.

after a minute, your eyes drift lower, pausing over the ink of a detailed dragon on her bikini line. your fingers trail around her body, sneaking lower until you reach the sharp edge of the tattoo. she jolts.

you don't think much of it. maybe she fell back asleep, had that dream where she felt like she was falling.

so you continue on with your touches—hardly noticing the change in billie's breathing pattern, definitely not noticing how she was still wide awake.

your fingertips trace the outline of the dragon, gaze locked on how intricate it was—mind running with the question of how tattoo artists acquired that level of skill, limbs too lazy to move in an effort to look it up on your phone. you finish up tracing the dragon slowly, irises following your fingers as they searched her soft skin for any other traces of ink.

"so pretty," you whisper mindlessly as you find another tattoo just bordering her hip.

the lettering was in perfect cursive, reading the title of her most recent album, "hit me hard and soft." the font was more than pleasing to the eye, especially since the ink was embedded into her skin—the skin you loved worshipping, kissing, touching, and everything in between.

you're just picking up on the trembling of her body when you hear it—a sound so small you weren't even sure if it was real or if it was simply your imagination, something between a broken whimper and a low moan.

billie.

her hips moved slowly, grinding—or, at least trying—against your thigh. you pause your touch on her hip, and that's when she lets out another noise. this time it's a whine. maybe from disapproval. or lack of friction against her core. or both.

"bil?" you murmurr, free hand still raking slowly through her hair. when she doesn't reply, you add. "baby, what're you doing?"

the echo of her words from earlier paired the slightest hint of amusement in your tone causes billie to let out that same broken sound from earlier, fingers curling into your waist, twitching helplessly.

"m'sorry..." she mewls, voice muffled. "didn't mean to—jus' sensitive, i—m'sorry, i didn't—"

"shh," you shush her, and billie listens immediately, lips pressing into a small pout against your neck as her hips continue to move with a mind of their own.

shifting closer, you press your knee between her legs, urging billie to spread her legs wider—not that she wasn't thinking of doing that in the first place, you just finally gave her a logical reason to.

her breath is hot against your neck, nails digging into your sides now to ground herself. when your knee comes in contact with her core, you realize how soaked she really is, a small gasp escaping your lips. billie whines.

you lean in closer, lips grazing her ear. "what got you this worked up?"

the way her fingers curl tighter into your sides is enough of an answer—but with how humiliating it feels for her to grind on your knee and helplessly whine, she feels like she owes you a verbal answer.

"didn't mean to," she murmurs, the words trembling against your skin. "you were just—" she cuts herself off with a gasp when your knee presses harder, "—touchin' me so soft..."

you hum, the sound low in your throat as your fingers resume their path, this time trailing back up her ribs, dancing along the line of her "EILISH" tattoo once again. the shiver that runs down her spine is anything but subtle.

"mmh? was just tracing," you coo, feigning innocence. "didn't hear any protests against it."

her pout deepens, eyes fluttering shut as she breathes through her nose, trying to keep quiet. but her body gives her away—hips rolling faster, chest rising and falling in a shallow, uneven pattern, the way her thighs clench around your knee.

you're hardly doing anything.

and that's what's driving her crazy.

"please," she whimpers softly—a quiet, broken sound that hardly reaches your ears. "please, ma—need you. i just—"

a loud moan cuts through her throat before she can finish, your thumb pressing firmly against her throbbing clit. her hands burn against your skin, breath warm and uneven, legs trembling already.

her hips buck instinctively against your touch, squirming at how sensitive she feels. your free hand roams around to her waist, urging her onto your lap. she complies quickly, hovering over your lap and waiting for you to sit up straight.

when your back's against the headboard, billie doesn't waste another second before lowering herself onto your thigh. your hands find her waist like second nature, eyes zoned in on the way her head tilts back, mouth parted to let out the prettiest noises—noises that were especially made for you. only you.

"feels so good, doesn't it, pretty girl?" you murmur, voice firm and taunting.

billie just whines, fingers curling against your bare shoulders, hips rutting harder against your thigh, clit bumping on your skin so perfectly she swears she sees stars behind her eyelids. her head falls forward after a moment, forehead resting on your shoulder, breathing labored and coming in short, sharp gasps.

"can't—mmph, can't do it by m'self," she cries softly, lips brushing on your neck as she speaks. "please—please, need your help, mommy."

you tsk, shaking your head in faux disapproval. however, when you feel her hips stutter and her body begins to tremble harder, your grip tightens on her hips possessively.

"like this?" you whisper, roughly moving her down on your thigh. by the throaty, high-pitched moan that passes by her lips, you're sure she's close.

"yes," she manages through a string of whimpers.

her hips pick up their pace with your added help, eyes rolling shut, nails digging deep into your shoulders and nearly breaking skin. you hiss quietly, though the pain only pushes you to finish her off quicker.

the wetness of her arousal drips down your thigh, seeping into the sheets and forming a light patch on the fabric. billie doesn't have a care in the world for it, too lost in the pleasure and feeling of your hands wrapped securely around her hips mixed with the euphoric feeling of her throbbing pussy sliding so sweetly against your skin.

before she can even utter a warning of her impending orgasm, you flex your thigh—that simple action makes her forget her words, pussy fluttering around nothing as she cums over your thigh, a barely-there moan of your name falling into the open air of the room.

"oh my god," she whines, hips starting to slow—but your hands don't let her stop. "mommy! s'too much—please, can't—mm, fuck."

"it's okay, bil," you speak softly, grip slowly loosening on the warm, burning skin of her hips. when you stop your movements completely, billie collapses into your arms.

silence envelopes the room soon after billie relaxes, thighs still twitching from the aftershocks, breath slowly starting to even out again. her lips press gentle, open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of your throat, fingers mindlessly curling into your hair.

"mornin'," she mumbles, scooting closer on your lap. she winces, gasping quietly.

you grin, soft. genuine. "good morning."

letters. kinda hate this cus i got lazy near the end 💔

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[sonicssweetheart]

do u do x reader fics / reqs ?

if so,,,, can u do prime characters x reader headcanons (none in specific js curious on your ideas!!)

sonic prime characters x gn!reader || platonic / romantic headcanons

ᝰ.ᐟ disclaimer: i’m simply sticking to the new yoke city + green hill universes since that would take a lot of time to write!

⊱ ─── [ 💌 ] ─── ⊰

— sonic ;

there’s no doubt that sonic needs you around at all times throughout the plot. any universe he goes, he wants you to go with, no excuses. however, this backfires because he never stops to think how something may be affecting you negatively and only thinks the opposite.

“i..i assumed you would want this too after seeing things the way i do.” (ref to THAT scene…)

that being said, sonic can be selfish at times, but of course he always has the best interest at heart. he simply needs to learn how to think before he acts.

he’s very playful and finds it hard to be serious when you need him to be so the most, all because he’s afraid of confrontation and constructive criticism. he can be a little stubborn when it comes to you trying to ease him out of denial, but when he finally lets go, you can tell how anxious he is.

is always reminding you how much you mean to him at random moments. it could be completely out of the blue, when you’re reading a book or doing laundry, he doesn’t see a restriction to remind you of your worth. you will never have to worry about not being enough for him.

— shadow ;

it takes ALOT for shadow to be direct about how he feels about you; it’s all about subtle things for him.

he will show up to your door with a gift and brush it off like it’s a daily thing and has no impact on your relationship, or completes a task for you that he deems as “not worthy enough for you to stress about.”

his compliments come off more as rude rather than genuine and polite. again, he can’t be too direct out of fear of embarrassment — so sugarcoating it with annoyance works for him.

“don’t wear that, what are you, ancient? that piece doesn’t give you any credit.”

“you’re undeniably fatuous. however, you’re not dull, i guess i’ll give you that.

secretly protective as well. he will sneakily follow you around or just keep an eye on you by a nearby tree whenever he has an instinct that something may go wrong. he unquestionably abuses the chaos emerald to get to wherever you are as fast as possible. if he were ever caught, a scoff and a “i’m ensuring you will not cause havoc by acting foolish.” is the most of an explanation you will get.

if you’re travelling the shatterverse, he is very precise in the rules you follow so you don’t get hurt or lost. he would blame it all on himself if that were the case.

— amy ;

in the green hill universe, she adores you like a bee loves a flower. she takes pride in being close with you, and i like to think she always her arm linked with yours. she’s comfortable enough to talk to animals around you, as it comforts her immensely. she loves when you do little things for her like tending to gardens around the terrain, making her little crafts and standing up for her over little disputes between her and whoever.

“you do so much for me, y/n, you are so… ugh, i don’t know! thank you, for everything.”

in the new yolk universe, rusty rose is indifferent about you depending on how you treat her. if you act as if you’re sorry for her and see her mechanical front as a disability, she will refrain from speaking to you. your best bet is to treat her as you would anyone else but still admire the small things about her that makes her her. she doesn’t want anything huge, like big favours or even small things that don’t matter to her, however she LOVES flowers, just like canon verse amy. when you finally confess how you feel about her and offer a rose, the poor girl is so confused, yet secretly beaming inside.

“…i do not comprehend what you are telling me. you… really? i do not believe i was programmed to reciprocate, but… i feel warmth. is that good?”

— rouge ;

in the green hill universe, she is infatuated by you, however she still makes you work for her friendship/love. she likes the reassurance that someone will fight for her, as for i believe she was wronged in her past. help her fight in battle, participate in her favourite activities, compliment her style; you will gain her trust and devotion quickly. rouge likes to tease, knowing that you feel something for her, whether it be just wanting her friendship or more.

“dear, you know if you want something, you can come get it, right? it’s upsetting seeing you so defeated. oh, what’s wrong? did i touch a nerve?~”

in the new yoke universe, she rests similar, however she is very devoted to the friends and acquaintances she already has. she isn’t looking to complicate her life anymore, and would rather look ahead then stay in place and relish in the moment. but, you can twist that fact by helping her out without getting in her way. she will begin to see your respect and appreciation, and might even reward it with a token of gratitude.

“i saw what you did back there. i gotta say, you’re.. something else. don’t, uh, be a stranger.”

— knuckles ; (new yoke —> no place. dread knuckles>>)

in the green hill universe, he’s pretty stern towards you at first, but grows protective fast. as much as he wouldn’t admit it, he shows off in front of you in hopes that you’re impressed by his manly attitude and confident demeanour, and holds pride for weeks on end when you acknowledge it. he’s the type to challenge you to different activities that test strength and skill, and whether you’re successful or not, all he admires is your willingness to try. he loves those who don’t care if they’re good or bad at something and does it anyway because they want to, not because they have to, which sort of makes him think of his younger self and soothes his self destructive behaviour over it.

“not bad, little one. best of five next time? …you’re tired? oh, don’t be indolent. we’re almost done.” (he wants to see you thrive sooo bad)

in the no place universe, he is very upfront. if he wants to hang around you, take you on a date, have a deep talk, or anything along those lines — he’ll let you know. this man knows he’s everyone’s dream to befriend and follow like a God, and he takes pride in that. he’s also very persuasive by convincing you to do things you would never do, whether it be something as simple as trying a new food or swan diving off of mount everest. you give him that rush he craves in life, especially since life can be plain out on the water, but you give him that spark whenever you comply to his challenges. sometimes late at night while you’re both coaxed in the mood on the dock, he’s sloshing whiskey in his tainted cup and muttering to himself you.

“err… without you, this ship’d be soulless for sure. ya’ bring a fire, a flame to this old lassie, and i’d be sure not even hell could melt the ice frozen upon its ol’ heart.

— tails ; [FAMILIAL/PLATONIC ONLY]

in the green hill universe, tails admires you. he looks up to you as his mentor similar to sonic and is always happy to help when you’re in need. since tails didn’t grow up with a parental figure, sometimes he catches himself imagining such with you, and he feels embarrassed. he isn’t used to relying on someone else to fix his problems, and usually he just plain doesn’t like it. but with you — you follow his boundaries perfectly which makes him feel immensely appreciated and seen, something he looks for in a friend. he’ll let you know once in awhile how he appreciates your kindness, but his insecurities slip through every time.

“you know you don’t have to do this, right? i know im a kid, but you don’t have to take care of me… you want to?” (he looks down at whatever he’s doing, where you can see the small smile creep on the corner of his mouth)

in the new yoke universe, he is very apathetic towards you at first. he sees you just as another sonic, trying to change him to be his opposite reality self, but when he’s met with acceptance and loyalty — he begins to change his mind. he would never say it out loud, but he has a small spark of hope that you could be a forever companion he wouldn’t have to worry about betraying it. his ways of showing how he cares differs from letting you watch/help him work, crafting you things you mentioned you needed, letting you ask questions about his past (which takes some time). however, the smallest inconvenience relating to your friendship towards him can trigger him such as mentioning going somewhere without him, wanting to hang out with someone else, or just seeming off throughout the day.

“did you just lie the whole time? is that was this is? a game? original, y/n. i can’t even look at you right now.”

but, of course, when the reassurance and gentle conversation follows quickly afterwards, he reverts to an embarrassed but now angry at himself front.

“… okay. just… you would tell me if you were a traitor, right? sometimes i’m stupid and can’t tell. sorry.”

[alealuvshayden]

Stephen Glass - FLUFF

Stephen Glass x reader

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮

Stephen has always been a very sweet co-worker. He oddly knew everything about you. You didnt think much about it, since he was kind of a nerd you assumed he was just a good listener. Stephen always had the best stories and in your opinion, was the greatest journalist in the building.

Stephen was very close with Caitlin and Amy. They were his two girl best friends. That didnt sit right with you. Even though you had nothing to do with Stephen you got jealous. Fuming actually.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

It was break time and Stephen came to the cafeteria. He came and sat by you. You look up as he puts his lunch on the table. An apple, a sandwich and a water bottle. He brought two coffee‘s with him.

„Here you go, cupcake.“ Stephen put the coffee in front of you.

You look down at it and trail your eyes back up at him. „i dont like coffee, Stevie.“

Stephen‘s eyes widened. He shouldve known that. After all he knew your every move because of Amy and Caitlin. But you didnt have to know that. The two girls were playing cupid with the both of you. Trying to get you to like Stephen, since Stephen thought you didnt like him. You made it very subtle and it had him confused.

„You dont like coffee..? Uh.. shouldve known that, sorry, cupcake.“

You just nod and continue eating your food. Took a sip of your pink redbull and bit into your sandwich.

„Want something else? I can grab you something from the store down the street?“ Stephen asked, he really was desperate and you were too oblivious to realize it.

„Nah thanks, Stevie.“ You answered.

Could you both be more stupid?

This was straight out of a movie, two lovebirds not realizing they like each other.

Amy and Caitlin entered the cafeteria and sat by you.

„Hi you two cuties!“ Amy spoke.

Caitlin sat next to Stephen, nudging him to get to talk to you. He was a nervous wreck. Pathetic really.

„y/n you coming to the New Years party this saturday? The whole office is invited. Cant miss it.“ Amy asked you softly. The two girls wanted to set you up with Stephen for the New Years kiss.

„I‘ll think about it.. my parents are probably not visiting so.. i might make and appearance..“ You answered her and continued your lunch.

Caitlin raised her brows at Stephen and whispered. „That‘s a good sign Steve.“

Stephen swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded at Caitlin. You looked at them whispering around and got jealous. You got up and left to eat lunch in your office, by yourself, out of sight from everyone.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

The week seemed to go by slowly. The office was having a stressful week as well, the time before New Year‘s was the worst. With Christmas being there too and all, you had to write lots of articles.

Stephen came by your office on friday. „Hey, y/n.. just came to ask if you‘re coming tomorrow..? For New Years? I‘d hate if you‘d have to spend it alone.“

You look up at him, at this point you couldnt really say no, no one else had invited you except your office, and no one liked to spend New Years alone.

„I‘ll be there, Stevie.“ You answer with a smile on your face.

„Great! I‘ll see you tomorrow! Bye, cupcake!“ Stephen rushed out of your office to break the news to Amy and Caitlin and they were thrilled for Stephen.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Satuday came around and you decided to get ready after you had lunch. You straightened your hair perfectly so it wouldnt move after the whole night. Your makeup stayed flawless and you looked way different than when you were in the office.

Now for the outfit you thought long and hard.. Then you decided. You wore a structured, fitted black corset top that accentuates your waist. A black ruffled maxi skirt, the skirt was a flowing skirt with ruffles at the hem. Metta black high heels with thin straps that wrapped around the ankles. A black handbag that was small, structured handbag with a gold logo of Yves Saint Laurent. A delicate gold necklace and bracelet featuring clover motifs, and gold teardrop earrings. And of course, a fuzzy black coat on top.

At 4:30 PM you made your way to your Boss‘s House since the party took place there. When you arrived Caitlin and Amy greeted you. You wanted to be early to help with decorating. Stephen wasnt there yet. You hang your coat up and put your purse down on a table. Everyone was dressed elegantly, luckily you fit that too. Worried you had been overdressed.

The three of you girls spent time decorating everything, preparing dinner, drinks and games. Soon enough the men Stephen, Charles and Adam came Stephen‘s eyes landed directly at you, admiring your outfit.

Stephen wore a black half-zip Ralph Lauren sweater. A pair of black Alessandro Toscani trousers. A simple silver Alessandro Toscani necklace with a rectangular pendant. A silver Fossil watch with a black face. A black Tom Ford crocodile-embossed wallet. A pair of black Loro Piana sneakers with white soles.

Amy had asked you beforehand what you were wearing and reported it back to Stephen so he could match you. You guys were really a match made in heaven, but both too stupid to realize.

As the night went on everyone got drunk. Everyone was dancing and listening to music, the house got more full with other employees.

„Stephen you HAVE to kiss her at New Years! C‘mon dont be a pussy!“ Caitlin cheered him on. „I-i‘ll even arrange it for you! Dont worry your dumb head about it, just stay with her at Countdown and then kiss her ok?!!!?“

Stephen was overwhelmed but he couldnt turn this down, he wanted to kiss you so bad and here he had a free pass to do so, so he simply nodded in agreement.

Caitlin approached you and said. „y/n!! y/n!! Stephen wants to kiss you at countdown!! Can you believe it! You have to to it y/n!! Cant turn that nerd down!!

You were surprised, didnt Stephen wanna kiss Amy or Caitlin? „Really? He wants to kiss me? You sure you heard that right, Cate?“

Caitlin nodded eagerly. „Im sure, Im sure!! I promise!“

Reluctantly you agreed, thinking it was some kind of prank they were playing on you.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Stephen approached you at about 11:27 PM.. exactly. You were nervous and so was he. „Hey, cupcake.. Glad you made it alright.“

„Hi Stevie…“ You smiled and blushed so bad. It was embarassing.

„You liking the party so far?“ Stephen tried small talk. Neither of you were good at small talk.

„Mhm.. its good. I like it. So uhm.. how long are you planning to stay..?“ You ask him curiously.

„As long as you stay.“ Stephen blurted out. Embarassed he looked away from you.

You both awkwardly just stood there. Amy and Caitlin watching you. It was hard on the eyes, watching the both of you. Amy decided to push Stephen into you, or push you.. either way they had to do something.

That‘s when Amy quickly made her way across the room, rushing over to some guy or whatever. She bumped into you and you tripped, Stephen caught you in his arms and held you steadily.

„Oh shit my bad y‘all!“ Amy laughed out.

Stephen continued to hold you. „You okay, cupcake?“

„M-mhm.. sorry..“ you mumble quietly.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

The rest of the time stephen continued to hold you as you slow danced to music, it was enjoyable and the nervousness seemed to fade away.

Then came the countdown everyone was waiting for. „10! 9! 8!“ everyone shouted and Stephen continued holding you close. You wrapped your arms around him. You both chanted along with everyone.

„4! 3! 2! 1!!! HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!“ Everyone screamed and Stephen leaned in to kiss you. You kissed him back, you couldnt believe this was real and Stephen couldnt believe he had the courage to do such a thing.

After a long kiss you both pulled away breathlessly, staring into each others eyes with nothing but love and affection.

„Happy New Years, cupcake…“ Stephen said, that dude was as red as a tomato!

„Happy New Years, Stevie..“ You leaned in and rested your head on his chest, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he held you softly.

Everyone „awwwwed“ at the sight. You both were way too cute.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

The rest of the night was spent with everyone dancing and having fun and Stephen escorted you home safely.

„Thanks, Stevie. I had a great time..“ you smile softly at him.

He smiled back at you with adoration in his eyes.

„See you on Monday?“ he asked.

„Yeah.. I‘ll see you on Monday..“ you smile..

Stephen leaned in for the last time and kissed you good night. You watched as he drove away and slowly close the door to your house.

oh my damn this was the longest thing i ever wrote wow. PT 2 COMING SOON! might make this a series cuz why not. i cant feed yall and then leave it at THIS.

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[skyfallscotland]

Do you have a process or tips on how you create an OC and integrating them into a canon story?

I’ve always loved Remi and how complex she is! I have this idea in my head of my own OC and I’ve been trying to flesh out her lore and how she would work in FW but it’s hard sometimes 😅

Hmm I'm sure I'd say process but I can run through the things I think about? For me, I always include a lot of myself in my original characters and I think that makes it easy and makes them more relatable.

I guess the first question is your why—what story do you have to tell? That's where I'd start. For me, my 'why' with Remi was I wanted to write a character that wasn't as durable as Violet, who didn't cope as well with her chronic illness in that environment, because I know I wouldn't have and that's something that personally bugged me about the original work.

So that meant Remi was more fragile both physically and mentally. The things she coped and didn't cope with, built her backstory. I started it before Iron Flame ever came out so I knew I wanted to leverage Brennan somehow after the Fourth Wing ending, so that's where their relationship came into it.

Honestly, I tried to change as much as I could while staying fairly close to the canon story at first, because for me what I like about OC fics and canon re-writes is they're new and fun, but also close enough to canon to feel comforting, like you sort of know what's going to happen, it's just a different road to getting there. You can always go off-road later if you fall down a rabbit hole like me 😂

So you want to think about what you want her to be like and who you want her to be friends with first. What's her conflict, if any, that makes it interesting with the love interest—are they on opposing sides or no? From there you can decide if you want her to be related to a canon character in some way or not at all.

For me personally like I've already planned out my next OC/Xaden fic for after Remi's Version is finished. I want to write a character who struggles with another of my mental illnesses so I've put that in there. I want to write a character who is related to one of the 'villians' but they're not a villain to her, because that's interesting and not the 'easy way out'. I want to write someone who is shy and quiet, and not at all like Remi. Her song is The Albatross ✨

So I've picked out these things already that I think would be fun and interesting and decided at what point I want to jump into the story (Iron Flame) and how I can make that different to canon. She won't be in Violet's year at Basgiath which means you have space to create fun plots and do what you want with characters because we don't really know what they did all year, but we have the structure of school.

I think you need to think about how you'll make them struggle first and build from there, because in my experience it's the struggle that gets people, it's what they relate to and for me, it's what motivates me to write it. It's kinda like therapy for me, to be honest, though I get it might not be for other people haha.

I apologise for being vague on the details but I've learned not to share the nitty gritty of my WIPs out loud before I can publish them haha, but hopefully that makes sense?

I can say though, for anyone who's interested, I'm going to write every cliché under the sun I feel like writing, mostly because I've seen too many people shitting all over OC fic and it pisses me off 😂 It can be done and it can be done well and people DO like it, so there 😛

But in essence as long as you write from the heart, whatever comes out will be great! Think less intellectually about it, feel the character, sprinkle pieces of yourself and your own experiences in in different ways. If you want to workshop it out you can always pop into my inbox 💗

[novvabee]

Band!au albums

so... the next part is going to jump ahead in time and all three bands have albums and are touring and yeah i am really excited. but, i wanted to like establish what they would be singing or playing so here are the 'albums' lol.

HUGE shoutout to @notapoetjustscar because she gave me so much inspo and she made a playlist so go listen to that!💗💗anyways...

The Pixies- Heard You Like Magic

Red Wine Supernova (Chappell Roan)

Juno (Sabrina Carpenter)

Pink Pony Club (Chappell Roan)

Bed Chem (Sabrina Carpenter)

Taste (Sabrina Carpenter)

Love Is Embarrassing (Olivia Rodrigo)

Obsessed (Olivia Rodrigo)

HOTTOGO (Chappell Roan)

Lacy (Olivia Rodrigo)

Please Please Please (Sabrina Carpenter)

Logical (Olivia Rodrigo)

Man (quinne)

One of Your Girls (Troye Sivan)

All-American Bitch (Olivia Rodrigo)

so for the girls, I think all of these songs just work lol. I can picture the crowd doing the HOTTOGO dance and its just so cute. I also have it in my head that Lacy was written by Mary or reader because Lily is just so perfect and pretty and have y'all ever had a friend like that? who is just so pretty you hate them? yeah so I feel like the girls would write it about Lily but then change it to Lacy. Also, All-American Bitch, I can see all the girls screaming to and that is just such a funny picture in my head.

The Marauders- The Sun, The Star, And The Moon

Meddle About (Chase Atlantic)

Back to Black (Amy Winehouse)

Only Angel (Harry Styles)

Medicine (Harry Styles)

Baby Said (Maneskin)

Supermodel (Maneskin)

Bourgeoisieses (Conan Gray)

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High (Arctic Monkeys)

Do I Wanna Know (Arctic Monkeys)

The Color Violet (Tory Lanez)

Call Me (Blondie)

Daydreaming (Harry Styles)

All these songsi can just see Sirius and James singing omg. Bourgeoisieses is also so funny cause... they are Sirius and James... and then The Color Violet, i just have a specific piture in my mind of Sirius like wearing sunglasses and walking/dancing around stage. Also Back to Black cause Sirius finds a double meaning in it and it is funny.

The Snakes- Purebloods

I Wanna Be Yours (Arctic Monkeys)

Daddy Issues (The Neighborhood)

A Little Death (The Neighborhood)

Video Games (Lana Del Rey)

Cinnamon Girl(Lana Del Rey)

Softcore (The Neighborhood)

Friends (Chase Atlantic)

She (Harry Styles)

I See Red (Everybody Loves An Outlaw)

Reflections (The Neighborhood)

Family Line (Conan Gray)

Alley Rose (Conan Gray)

So the album name is purebloods lmao... all of these are like angsty and idk they fit Regulus so well and trust me Family Line sung by Regulus, i will cry no joke. also Friends is perfects cause like "all of your friends have been here for too long"... like come on that is obviously about James lmao.

Anyways sorry this isn't really a part of the fic but here is just a little something until I can write the next part 💗 hope you all agree

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