#kandi!reader

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meeting kandi!reader ~ p.zweig & a.donaldson

summary ~ the boys meet kandi!reader  word count ~ 1.3k warnings ~ drug use

Art hated clubbing. He hated the loud music, and those stroke inducing strobe lights. He hated the smell of alcohol and the lingering scent of sweat. He disliked being pushed and thrown against strangers under the guise of dancing. And most of all he hated the people who seemed to make their whole personality about being a club kid. He found it entirely insufferable. 

Patrick on the other hand couldn’t get enough, he seemed to be drawn to the club for all the reasons Art was against it. He loved practically groping random people, and getting so shitfaced he wasn’t sure if he was dancing or seizing. That’s why he dragged Art along tonight, in hopes that maybe Art would change his stance on the club scene. But Art wasn’t having it, he stood off to the side, nursing a beer and sporting a wicked glare. Patrick was dancing near him, attempting to drag him into the absurdity of it all but he refused. That was until something, or rather someone caught his eye. 

She was dancing, crazily he might add. Hands and hair flying everywhere. She looked wild, her pupils blown and her short skirt riding further and further up her thighs. But she was lost in the moment, no other care in the world except for the bass of the music, and the way her body moved with it. It was enticing, mesmerizing, and fuck he couldn’t look away. Patrick followed Art’s intense gaze onto the girl and smirked in response.

“Not happening, plus I thought you were against club girls.” He mused, tilting his beer bottle towards the girl. “I didn’t-” Art scoffed, unsure of what to say. He was caught off guard by her, and her energy. It left his thoughts scattered, and previous notions about girls like her out the wind. “I don’t dislike all of them. She’s just…” He trails off, with a soft chuckle. 

“Hot as fuck? Yeah dude, I know.” Patrick bit his lip admiring the girl. “Let’s go dance with her.” He said turning to Art. Art shook his head in response. There was no way he’d be caught dancing, even if it was with her. 

The idea of her was better to him. He wanted to keep her like this in his mind. A girl he didn’t know truly, just some wild fantasy he could lock away and save for later. If he met her, talked to her…danced with her, the illusion would shatter and he’d have no control over the situation. He didn’t like that.

“I’m good, but by all means go ahead.” Art said, throwing out his hands, gesturing to the girl. Patrick patted Art on the back, silently letting him know he was going to go for it. Patrick pushed his way through dancing and drunk people, until she was finally close enough to touch. 

“Hey, I’m Patrick!” He yelled over the loud music. She laughed and continued to dance. She wasn’t brushing him off…just yet, which in Patrick’s mind was a win. He started to dance with her, getting closer, and eventually leaning into her ear. “What’s your name?” She didn’t answer, just smirked, and threw her arms around his neck pulling him closer. 

Patrick could smell her, the scent of her sickly sweet perfume, alcohol tainting her glossy lips. The colored lights framed her face, making her look otherworldly, ethereal even. His eyes were drawn to her nose, and the very faint white powder that seemed to linger. He laughed, raised his thumb and brushed it off. 

“I’ll call you Kandi, on account of well..” He didn’t need to finish his sentence, she knew what he was talking about. Her fingers went to her nostril, and she laughed. 

“I like that, Kandi..” She tossed the name around in her mouth, getting a feel for it. “Patrick was it?” He nodded. “Hm, well you’re cute…and an okay dancer.” He took the compliment with pride, dragging his hands over her body. His fingers splayed out over her waist, toying with the soft, pink fabric of her top. He was enjoying this more than he thought. Patrick grabbed her tighter, spinning her around, so her back was to him. She took the invitation, and started dancing into him. Patrick smirked at her enthusiasm, dancing deeper into her. He turned his head, locking eyes with Art who seemed to be mildly pissed off, and gave him a big ole thumbs up, as Kandi grinded her ass into him. 

“Who’s that?” Kandi asked, watching the blonde boy, who was currently rolling his eyes. Patrick smiled. 

“My friend, Art. He’s…not into the whole club thing. But I think it’s just ‘cause he can’t dance.” Patrick answered, in hopes his comment might deter any interest she might have in Art. Not that he thought Art was any competition, especially with a girl like Kandi. He just couldn’t handle her, and besides the last thing he wanted was some coke head girl corrupting Art.

“He’s cute… call him over.” 

Art watched the whole scene. He couldn’t tell what they were talking about, but he didn’t need to. He could see Patrick’s charm winning her over. It’s not like he was jealous, she was more Patrick’s type than his anyways. But something stirred in his stomach, he was used to Patrick and girls, but she seemed different. Like she had the ability to shake up their friendship, to fuck up everything that was built on years of trust and camaraderie. So when Patrick waved him over, he had the full intention of breaking up whatever was going on, and dragging Patrick away from her manicured grasp. 

“So you’re Art?” She says, giving him a once over. Art felt his mouth go dry, god she was even hotter close up. He admired her hot pink top, and her too tight mini skirt. Stacks of bracelets clattered around on her wrists, and her nails were nicely painted with pink glitter.  But he needed to focus on the task at hand. 

“Yeah and you are?” Art asked, trying to maintain a level of animosity. Patrick saw through him easily. 

“Callin’ her Kandi.” Patrick says from behind her, tapping his nostril with his finger. Art furrowed his brows, confused about the nickname. He stared at Kandi, and after taking a good look at her eyes, he put two and two together. 

“Right cause of the…” He trailed off not wanting to call her out, but she happily answered for him. 

“Coke!” She grinned, like it was such a casual thing to be doing. Art shot Patrick a look saying ‘Are you serious?’. Patrick shrugged and just kept dancing with the girl. This was getting ridiculous. Art was about to ask Patrick to leave, when Kandi reached out and grabbed Art’s hand, pulling him into her. “C’mon Arty, dance.” 

When she whispered those words, he realized Patrick wasn’t the one charming Kandi, no he had it all wrong. The girl was actually charming his best friend. A rare, but nonetheless intriguing occurrence. So putting aside all his previous notions, he relented. She asked him to dance, and how could he say no. After all, if Patrick was being wooed by her, there must be something special about this girl.  

 Art stood in front of her, attempting to dance, but his nerves were getting the best of him. He was so hesitant before, almost frustrated, but when she draped her arms around him, he seemed to lose focus of any previous goals about leaving, and just gave in to the moment. 

The music flowed around them, Art in front, Patrick in the back and Kandi sandwiched between the two boys. Art lost himself, in her smell and the softness of her skin, everything about her was breaking down his walls further and further. And when he saw Patrick practically melting in euphoria, how could he not have a good time.

it's here! the boys meet kandi!reader

i wasn't sure if i should write this in third or second pov…so if you think it'd be better in 2nd let me know!

there will be plenty more kandi!reader fics coming up, more detailed too.

thank you! 

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You know what super sweet to think about, Jason getting his first cheek kiss by someone he likes🥺 I know I said I'd submit something for Dick or Tim to break up all the Jason Todd on the dash, but ugh can you blame me?? Like maybe it's a first date or a second, and he's nervous, like she can tell even though he's hiding it pretty well. Maybe he does something sweet, hold the door open for her, pull her seat out, give her his jacket, something chivalrous that just comes naturally from being around Alfred for so long, and she thanks him with a sweet kiss to the cheek. I imagine he short circuits completely, couldn't recover in time even if he tried, and believe me, he tried. Red blush, starting from his chest all the way to his ears, eye brows shooting up involuntarily like he didn't know a cheek kiss could exist, and he's just frozen in time. You look at him and giggle, and that sound breaks him out of it, and he's just a fumbling mess the rest of the night, but secretly he's just trying to earn another one of those. Ugh, I love him your honor

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Publishing this request to try and summon @herodedicatedblog. I miss my friends crazy commentary. I got lost in the sauce of this, I think, but I still think it works out pretty good. Flustered Jason is the best! I love him!!

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“Trivia? You're taking me to trivia?” Jason gives you a very judgey face and it makes you wrinkle your nose.

“Don't say it like that. I thought long and hard about this.” This being the first time Jason was letting you plan a date.

“So that's where the smell of smoke was from.” Jason retorts. You step slowly into his space, hands behind your back and you grin at him innocently. 

He eyes you but doesn't step away from you, if anything leans just a bit closer. It gives you ample opportunity to flick his cheek.

“Don't be mean to me,” you tell him with a pout. He grabs the hand that flickered him, thumb rubbing over your knuckles. 

“Alright, I'm sorry, okay?” You can see the sincerity in his eyes but you flounder anyway.

“Do you really not like trivia?” You ask quietly, eyes downcast. He tips your chin with his free hand to make you look up at him again.

“I like anything you plan. I didn't mean to rag on you, sweetheart. Just wasn't expecting trivia is all.” 

“It's at the library,” you start, feeling more confident and hoping to explain why you had chosen trivia for the date, “and it's specifically on classic literature.” 

You tug him down the sidewalk where you two halted for your conversation. Your jittering nerves enough to finally answer him after he asked what you had planned for the third time. 

“The library?” He asks, letting you pull him slightly. 

“Yeah, you mentioned how you spent a lot of time at the library when you were younger and how you try to support them as much as possible. I figured we could hit two birds with one stone. A date and support the library by participating in their activities.” You suck in a breath at the end of your words. 

“Anyone ever tell you you're perfect, sweetheart, cause you are.” The compliment has you flustering a little but you find relief when the library comes into view.

You pause to look at it. The buildings in Gotham never ceased to amaze you, the architecture always so detailed. Jason stands beside you as you admire the building and then offers you an elbow.

“I think we have a fun trivia night to get to.” He says and you take his arm letting him lead you this time.

“You called it fun,” you say in almost a tease.

“I never said otherwise,” he lightly chides as you climb the steps. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you roll your eyes and reach for the door but Jason beats you to it and pulls the door open. 

“Thank you, handsome,” you say as you walk through the open door. When you turn to wait for him you find a light red dusting across his cheeks and find yourself pleased with getting him to blush. 

The past three date's you had been on you had felt like a total fool. It's why you asked if you could plan the next one, for some semblance of control when it came to being around Jason. 

You check in for trivia and settle in. A small crowd, mostly families and a few couples and friends. Trivia goes by easily or as easily as being tested on old books could be. 

Jason kept looking at you and smiling. You could tell he was trying to make up for his teasing from before, telling you periodically how he was enjoying this and that it was fun. 

The trivia was set up like March madness. You would go up against one team and whoever won would move onto the next round. 

Jason was good, like really good and so were you. You had lightly studied up on classic literature beforehand. It wasn't to show off but you didn't want to look like a total idiot during the date. As the game went on the questions got harder and more specific.

You were in the second to last round. You just had to beat this one and you would be in the finals. You were actually excited, a quiet adrenaline thrumming through your veins. You had one last question in this round.

“Shakespeare wrote over 150 works in his lifetime. Which of these works ends in the death of the noble Trojan Hector?”

You find your competitors turn to each other in a panic. You don't think about it and don’t listen to the question thoroughly as you turn to Jason, “It's the Iliad, right?”

Jason blinks at you apparently startled, he already has the mark uncapped and pressed to the white board. His face turns into a grimace like he’s about to tell you some bad news.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently and makes you smile at his placating attempts, “that's not Shakespeare.”

“I know,” you nod slowly with pinched brows. He gives you a look and you turn to where they have the question posted, “Oh sorry. I wasn't listening to the first part.” you fluster. He reaches over and gives your hand a squeeze. 

“You would've been right without,” he lets go of your hand and picks the mark back up. You lean over his shoulder to watch his answer.

“I never knew Shakespeare wrote anything about the Trojan War.” you whisper into his ear and you swear Jason shudders. He turns his head to meet your eye once he’s done writing.

“It's not very popular. People find it confusing and the name is deceptive.”

“You're actually pretty positive about this, aren’t you?” you question.

“It's why you brought me.” he says with a cocky grin which makes you laugh because it's something you'd expect from a man winning a sport not classic literature trivia.

“Times up, Ladies and Gentlemen, please show us your answers.”

The other team flips the board first, Timon of Athens. Despite the written answer they still seem entirely unsure of it.

“”While Timon of Athens is a tragedy, it is not the tragedy of Troy. Unfortunately that is incorrect. And our second team?”

You give Jason a reassuring nod and he flips the board. Troilus and Cressida

“It seems we have our first contestants for the final round.” the host rambles on more information that you entirely ignore because you made it to the final round! You and Jason stand to swap out  seats with the next group. You shuffle over to the “Audience” seating and sit down suddenly aware of the tight grip you have on Jason’s hand. He doesn't complain, doesn't say anything. 

It's only once the next round starts that you can't contain your excitement anymore. You shake Jason’s hand and turn in your seat, lean up and press an excited kiss to his cheek, “We won.” you whisper, still vibrating with glee.

As you pull back, Jason turns his head slowly to stare at you. He blinks and stares and blinks again. The apples of his cheeks turn red first. It creeps up to his ears and down his neck disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Your glee shifts from excitement about winning to excitement over how fluster Jason suddenly is.

“What’s wrong, handsome? Need another victory kiss?” you swear he turns redder at your teasing.

“No, that's okay. Is it hot in here?” he mumbles and you laugh, loud enough to earn a glare from the people around you. You couldn't care less about the trivia night anymore, enamored by how Jason blushes. 

You leave Jason alone other than periodically staring at him. His blush settles mostly, though it resides on his cheeks indefinitely. He fidgets in his seat clearly no longer paying attention to the trivia game in front of you. 

You want to kiss him on the cheek again then kiss him on the mouth and sit back and watch that blush grow. You want to do it when his shirt is off so you can press kisses to his reddened neck and hopefully follow it as far down as it goes. Maybe go lower to see if the red would follow.

You blink at the poking at your shoulder, a woman behind you gesturing to the trivia contest. It was time for the final round. Apparently, neither you or Jason were paying attention because you have to tug him out of his seat to get him to come along.

You settle in your seat, markers at the ready. The host explains that there will only be one question this round and that was it. You glance at Jason, cheeks still red and you're not entirely sure he’s even listening which would have bothered you if you even cared about the trivia game anymore.

“The final round, the winner takes it all, all being this small trophy we found on Amazon and this bag of candy.” The host presents the prize and a ripple of laughter moves through the group with a small child yelling out, “there was candy!?”

“Are you ready contestants?” the host asks and you nod only slightly hoping Jason will come back to the moment.

“How often does Mr Darcy call Elizabeth by her first name in Jane Austen's book Pride and Prejudice? Time starts now.”

You gingerly set the marker down. This question was so not meant for you. Jason had teased you about not having read it at least once. It wasn't a requirement at your school. 

You turn in your seat and find him still looking a little dazed and decide you're probably not going to be winning this.

“Jason,” you whisper to him and gain no reaction, “Jason!” You poke at his rib and his eyes snap to you.

“What?” You press your hand to your mouth to keep from laughing.

“I can't answer this question.”

“What question?”

“Jason,” you chide and gesture to the posted question and the time you were running out of fast.

“Oh, shit,” his brows raise in surprise and you stifle another laugh.

“Jason, there's children here.”

“Sorry,” he doesn't sound very sorry, “I don't know the answer.” 

That he does sound sorry about. You give him what you hope is a calm smile.

“That's okay. Take your best guess.” 

“But we're so close, sweetheart.” He insists even though there's nothing he can do.

“I know, handsome but we're out of time,” you gesture back to the clock now in seconds. He hurries with the marker and writes down his answer, once.

“I think it's when he proposed, but there may have been another time.I can't remember.” He leans to whisper to you, cheeks a slightly redder than before.

“And our answers are once and twice. I'm so sorry but the answer is twice!” The little girl on the competing team bounces out of her mom's lap and nearly dives at the host for the candy. 

You finally let out your ill contained laughter, hand grabbing Jason’s and intertwining your fingers. Partially so he won't think you're mad about the loss, mostly because you're about to kiss his cheek again and you're definitely going to make him stay there so you can watch him turn red again.

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ik i love talking about price with a domestic little spouse BUT what about price's partner who's an absolute outgoing techno/rave freak? little outfits that look insanely complicated and/or barely cover everything, matching makeup with rhinestones and glitter, accessories that you cant wear in broad daylight, music that makes his head throb. you go out so much, always sending him videos of the events you're at, sending him outfit checks - he really, really wants to keep you home with him, cover you up so no one but him can see the precious body that he knows like the back of his hand. but he can't and he knows it, he knows it'll be like trying to catch a fly with bare hands. and God, seeing you smile brightly and dance makes his heart skip a beat - even more so when you offer to take him with you

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introducing kandi!reader

kandi!reader who… practically lives at the clubs. always dancing, always drunk, and always on something. sweetly given the nickname ‘kandi’ by art and patrick, due to her indulgence in nose candy. the first time they all met, she still had white residue on her nose and patrick thought it was the hottest thing in the world. 

kandi!reader who… is actually a really sweet girl! always doting on the boys, always at their matches, and always cheering the loudest. when she has free time she spends hours making intricate kandi designs to give to people when she's at a rave. she takes pride in her work, and is always willing to trade or even give out free bracelets to people she deems worthy. 

kandi!reader who…  is always overdressed. you’ll never catch her without a pair of heels and a designer bag. looking good makes her feel good, and let’s be real she’s always chasing that high. she loves being the center of attention, and can sometimes get carried away. art is always there to reel her back in when she’s getting too worked up, while patrick enjoys seeing her all fiery. 

kandi!reader who…  is a biology major at stanford. she has always been passionate about science, and specifically human anatomy. long study nights are frequent, and she often relies on uppers to keep her going. art is somewhat against the whole drug use, but he’s not one to bring it up. it seems to work for her, she has straight A’s and a vibrant social life, who is he to tell her to change her ways. 

kandi!reader who… might have an addictive personality. since she met art and patrick, she just couldn’t get enough. she’s always texting them, asking them to come out. and if they can’t she’ll abandon her plans just to go see them. when they first started hanging out they posed the question of ‘which one?’ her answer was simply, ‘why can’t i have both?’.

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i've been seeing stuff all over tiktok about guardian bells. idk if you know anything about them but its like a good luck charm that you hang on someone important to you's motorcycle for safety (i think? im not completely sure myself lol) but i was thinking about a fic or a short prompt where the reader gives one to jason for his bike. if you don't want to do this absolutely no biggie but i thought it could be cool. again no pressure. love your work!!

Okay, I actually had to look this up because I thought you meant like just some random trinket as a lucky charm, but then you specifically said Guardian bells.

For those who don't know, Guardian bells, also known as Gremlin bells, serve multiple purposes, most superstitious. The bells are a wish for safety while you drive from loved ones or other bikers. it usually hangs low on the bottom of the bike. The Gremlin name comes from the superstition of Gremlins getting into your engine and breaking things. The bell serves as a hiding place for them, but once you start driving, the bell rings, jarring them and making them fall off the bike. It was kind of fun doing the research. I didn't know bikers were superstitious like that.

Anyways, onto the request!

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Jason looked like he was going for a ride. The handsome man all loaded up in his leather jacket and helmet in hand. 

He was staring at you and you were staring back, a silent conversation.

Going for a ride?

Yea

Without me?

Loser

You guff at his eye roll. 

“Give me ten minutes, please” you request sliding off the couch.

“You have five or I'm leaving without you.” He threatens but you know that's all it is. He won't leave if he knows you want to come with. You change clothes quickly anyways. 

Then you're rushing to the dresser and moving things aside to pull out the little box you'd been harbouring. You had felt anxious when you bought it online, anxious when it arrived in the mail and anxious the entire time you had it hidden in the drawer. 

Jason wouldn't shame you for it, or laugh at you but you worried what he might think. Was it too cheesy? Or would it be wrong? Jason wasn't exactly religious per say but then neither was this. 

You open the box and pull the little bell from the box. You stare at the silver thing with the blocky and cursive engraving, I fucking love you. It felt like Jason. 

You wanted him to know that you cared too. He was prone to going out on his bike when he got stuck in his head and that could be dangerous (his whole life was dangerous but that didn't matter). 

You wanted him to know that you cared about him and you loved him. You could do this. It had waited long enough.

“Sweetheart, I'm serious. I'm gonna leave without you.” You hear him yell through the walls.

“Liar,” you mutter before skipping out of the bedroom, little bell hidden in hand.

“What's wrong with you?” he eyes you uncertaintly even as he holds your jacket out for you. You answer as you slip your arms into it.

“Nothing's wrong.”

“You don't skip” 

“I just did”

“I know that's why somethings wrong.”

You huff and work your way under his arms for a hug. Sometimes, you didn't like dating a vigilante.

“I got you something.” You mumble into the collar of his shirt.

“Is that why you're being weird?” He asks, big hands skimming over your back in a soothing manner. 

You pull back to look him in the eyes, “I am not being weird.”

“Okay, you're not. What'd you get me that's got you so worked up?” You unwind your arms from him but stay close.

“I don't know if I understood everything about it but even if it's not about the spooky stuff, I just wanted you to know that I want you to be safe.” You say as you open your palm show him the little guardian bell you had gotten. He gingerly takes it from your palm. 

“You got me a gremlin bell?” he asks slowly, delicately like it wasn’t real.Your brows pinch at the question. 

“I thought it was called a guardian bell?” 

“It is, It is, it's both. Thank you sweetheart,” he drags you back into another hug, curling himself around you, pressing his nose to your neck. 

“Nobodies ever gotten me one of these,” he mumbles where he hides, “thank you sweetheart” 

You two stand there for a long time and you take up Jason's soothing strokes, hand smoothing across his back. Mostly because he's sniffling and you never meant to make him cry.

When he finally does pull away, he stops to look at the bell. A smile works its way across his lips.

“I fucking love you too, sweetheart. Thank you.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek and the corner of your lip. 

“Stop Thanking me, handsome.” You bring your hands up to face and thumb at the stray tears and pull him in to kiss him straight on the lips. 

“Now,” you say slowly, “let's put it on and go for that ride, yeah?”

“Yeah, let's find out if I have gremlins on board. Aside from you of course” His stepping away from your reach before you can smack him. 

“Jason Todd”

“Don't take that tone. It says right here that you fucking love me. That tone’s not allowed!” He shouts but doesn't stay for long, already racing out of the apartment with both the helmets.

“Unbelievable.,” you mumble before snorting, “you forgot your keys” you say in sing songy voice even though you know he can't hear you. You grab them from the ceramic dish and follow after him locking up the apartment. 

He’s lucky you did fucking love him.

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“Fucking dammit!!” Bakugou cusses as beads fall off from the thin elastic. Little pink hearts and white stars drop soundlessly onto the carpet along with the scattered letters that are supposed to spell ‘zooted’. “This is annoying!”

“Wow, you really are bad at this.” You laugh a little as you drop a bead on the kandi you’re making, this one saying ‘baddie’ that’s surrounded by purple and green colored beads.

Making kandi was apparently harder than your boyfriend had thought.

Bakugou tuts and cuts a new elastic since the knot of the other one has come undone. “I’m gonna fucking get this, okay! It’s the damn knot once I finish that’s pissing me off!”

“Babe, I can just tie it for you. I’m the one that wants to do the kandi trade anyway.” You offer to him as you effortlessly complete one kandi and set it down. “Look, you can just put them together for me and then I’ll-“

“No!! I can do it!”

Your put your hands up, deciding that it be better that your own boyfriend admit when he’s defeated by a simple little bracelet. So you pick up letters of what will be your next kandi, deciding that ‘schweed’ would be a funny one.

“Fuck!!” He cusses again and you keep in your laugh.

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Robin is great and all but If he walks in on Kylar and I one more time...

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maybe you two should consider LOCKING THE DOOR /silly…. leave my poor boy robin out of this…

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NOT THE GUYS WITH THE BACKPACKS LOL 😭😭 I can totally see it though!

He’s so social he’d comeback and be like “babe I met this cool ass dude!!!” And show you a pic and you’re like !?!?!?! John Summit!?!???

“Jack how the hell did you manage to meet John summit before me?” 😭💀

Jack pulling up to lost lands ending up in everyone's selfies w the dinosaur pussy in the background iykyk unfortunately

Him taking Luke one year and not telling him anything in advance but both of them absolutely rolling losing their shit at a svdden death set

Everyone absolutely loves him and his energy and once he learns how to trade Kandi with the plur hand signs he's coming back with INSANE Cuffs and perler pieces like HELLO??? WHERED YOU GET THOSE????

I feel like it'd get to the point where you'd lose him then find him on stage or side stage with some massive artist like he's platonically rizzed his way up there w dj diesel get down 😭😭

Hes a rail breaker for sure but catch him trying to learn jumpstyle or hakken while insanely intoxicated

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I stay outside your house, looking through your blinds. <3 So does that make me a stalker? Yeah, yeah

[your-local-scene-emo]

Hiii!!! Its me again.

Can you do hcs for scene kid! Alex kralie making a bunch of bracelets (I belive yall call it candy?) For his punk! S/o (they them) and fussing over how he cant choose a design to stick with,so he just does as Many as he can and gives them to his s/o, telling them that they can just use one of the Many bracelets.

But jokes on him,cuz his s/o shows up the next day using them ALL and it covers all of their forearms.

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO DAMN LOOOONG and yes it's called kandy :) also it's they/them pronouns if thats ok, i can change it if you'd like please don't be afraid to reach message me. alex was annoyed and frustrated, he was making kandy bracelets for his S/O, but he didn't know what color they wanted, or what design they would enjoy. alex groaned in frustration, dropping the pink and black bracelet on the carpeted floor. he lays down on the ground, his hands over his eyes as he tries to think about what his S/O would love. sure they would love whatever he made for them, but he needed them to be special. maybe he would just make a bunch of different colors and let them choose? alex smiled, sitting back up and finding the confidence to make more. he made a neon green and black one, pink and black, rainbow, S/O's pride flag colors (idk if you want that i just thought it was cute), black and white, pink purple and black, and neon yellow and black. after all of them were made, alex scheduled a date to meet up with his S/O to give them the kandi.

((time skip to date)) alex drove to ((place of choice)), meeting his S/O there. he wore his favorite outfit, and so did they.

"hey Y/N, how are you?" Y/N smiles, sitting down next to him. "great alex, how about you?" Alex's cheeks got a little red, nodding. they were so kind to him. (not trying to make ur personality inaccurate AAA-)

you smile, taking his hand, your spikes brushing up against his skin. you didn't notice, but he sure as hell did. maybe it wasn't the best time to mention bracelets. you two talked for a while. you guys talked about how you were, what you were doing, whatever couples do. but finally it was time to end the date, but alex had one thing he needed to give to Y/N.

"hey Y/N, before you leave i need to give you something, i-i didn't know what you wanted so i kinda did a lot of them, you can chose but uh." alex stalled for a little while, before you finally got it out of him and he pulled out a little plastic baggy of kandy bracelets of all colors. you thanked him, being sweet to him and expressing your gratitude towards the gift.

tomorrow you two would go to the mall, but alex was not ready for what would happen.

(time skip, yall going places)

alex met you at where you two would meet up, at the food court. he smiled once he saw your face, but when he saw your arms he could feel his face begin to burn up. your arms where covered in the kandy bracelets he made for you yesterday. you smile sweetly at him, ruffling his hair. his reaction was cute, spending the whole day with his hand wrapped around your wrist because he just loved the fact it was on there. he fidgeted with your kandi if he got anxious around people as well.

[kandy-the-delinquent]

Lol I cant tell if I need to fuck or break somones nose or both <3

[lifeisonebigpuzzle]

Quotes from A Love Letter to Whiskey 🥃 📚 by Kandi Steiner

Respectfully this book made me delirious and I almost threw my kindle across the room on many occasions. 😂😩😭🩷😮‍💨😑🥰

[scribbledswans]

N,,,Noob and reader,,,

LITTLE KANDI RAVER THEYRE MY NUMBER 1 AND EVERY TIME I SEE THEM MOVING THEY'RE ALWAYS HAVING FUN

they're letting you borrow their clothes (g666 is taking the picture)

[beneathashadytree]

“ARE YOU USING ME FOR MY BODY?” - PRANKING SYLUS QIN

Warnings : pretty angsty but with lots of fluff, mentions of sex and insecurity, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : hurt/comfort (heavy on the comfort!)

Additional notes : This was an old SMAU I wrote months ago for Zayne, Rafayel, and Xavier, so now I thought it’s about time to write a part for Sylus after his release. Hope you guys enjoy this, and realize that Sylus would absolutely adore you, inside and out, and you never need to earn his affections🫶🏽

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Happy Birthday

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

A/N As always likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Also if anyone knows someone who would be willing to make me collages for a couple character masterlists it would be greatly appreciated! xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH

Summary it's Buckys Birthday. That's it.

WC - 369

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Warnings Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, Bucky Barnes, let me know if I've missed anything!

Bucky's thrusts are slow, but hard. Each slap of his hips against yours is a reminder of the long night you've shared.

Hickeys cover your body from your ankles to your jaw, a sign of Bucky's gratitude. Maybe this isn't what you expected when you were waiting for Bucky on your bed in his favourite set of lingerie. Maybe you were kidding yourself.

Either way, you are at the point where you're just accepting what Bucky gives you. It's not a surprise after seven orgasms from yourself and three from Bucky, leaving both of you sensitive and in a place where pain and pleasure meld together.

You let out a strangled moan as you near another orgasm, the pain almost too much with the sensitivity of your puffy folds, sloppy with a mixture of yours and Bucky's cum.

"Aww I know doll, just one more for me, yeah?" Bucky roughly whispers into your ear, in between gruff moans.

You nod faintly and try to respond but it just turns into a squeal, causing Bucky to chuckle lowly.

"C'mon babydoll, I got you, just let go" he whispers.

Your back arches and you moan louder than you ever have before as he reaches his vibranium hand down to rub your puffy, raw pearl to push you over the edge. You fall head first into an eye-watering orgasm which takes over your body, your back arches and you gasp from the intensity.

Bucky whines when he feels you squirt over his sensitive cock and shaking thighs. It only takes a few more thrusts until he's coming too, his legs shaking as he groans into your neck, his cum pumping into you rope after rope.

After a few minutes of panting and holding you close, Bucky pulls back with a hiss. He chuckles and wipes away your tears.

"'was s'pposed to let you relax," you slur.

"I am relaxed, doll" Bucky mumbles, his chest vibrating against yours.

"Happy birthday darlin'" you mumble and press a kiss to his cheek.

"happy birthday to me indeed" Bucky pauses before a mischievous grin makes its way onto his face, "now I've just got to top this for your birthday"

"fuck... don't think I'd survive that"

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