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seattlesellie · 1 year

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not about love: part three ♡

ೃ⁀➷ read part one | part two | part four

pairing: college loser!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: you go to a frat party, ellie is a dumbass.

warnings: heavy sexual themes, alcohol, weed, JEALOUSY (both ellie and reader but reader goes through it)

You stirred from your nap, your eyelids fluttering open as you gradually became aware of your surroundings. It was hot, too hot, and the AC wasn’t working. Neither was the fan. So much for one of the “Best colleges in the world!” as they liked to boast on their little website page. A faint buzz emanated from your phone.

You groaned. Dina's persistence was relentless, and she refused to accept no for an answer. The thought of going to a Kappa party was one thing. Sweaty bodies, lame college boys who thought they were hot shit because their daddy was the CEO of toaster strudel or whatever, cheap liquor that burned inside the pits of your stomach even three days after the party was over…

That was the least of your problems.

The problem was, you guessed it — Ellie.

Wherever Jesse and Dina went, Ellie was always there, tagging along like a lost little puppy. They never turned her away; they actually seemed to enjoy her company. And who could blame them? Ellie had a wicked sense of humor, and some might even say she had a sweet side. Plus, she always had a fat joint tucked away in her pocket, ready to be shared. The thing was, Dina and Jesse were a fucking couple, and Ellie somehow managed to squeeze herself into their most intimate moments too.

You asked Dina about it once, and she just shrugged — “She’s a little lonely sometimes, so why not?”

Dina was right. Ellie was… a little lonely. When she wasn’t with you, shed lock herself inside her dorm room (which she thankfully shared with no one), solemnly strung on her guitar, broody and quiet. She’d blast metal when she was upset, and draw till her arm hurt. It was “by choice” she always told, shrugging off your attempts to convince her to socialize, enjoy the college life, have some fun. She wanted to tell you that you were enough. That she didn’t need those random hookups, that parties were the last thing that interested her, when you were around. Her cheeks would blush a soft, dusty pink whenever she entertained the thought of confessing her feelings to you. The uncertainty of your response weighed on her mind like a pesky little irritant. What would you think then?

None of it mattered, anyways, because you and Ellie hadn’t talked in a week. That was the longest time without contact since 10th grade. Granted, you did fight that Christmas night, just a year ago — but you never went completely cold. Not like this. Ever since that day in her room, something shifted. You saw her in the cafeteria, Sitting alone with white string earphones in her ears, she bopped her head to the rhythmic tunes of Bob Dylan. Pretending not to see you, she shifted her gaze towards the window, fixating on the birds' nest nestled within the tree nearby.

She thought you knew.

She thought her secret was out.

“You’re not” Was the last thing that left her mouth that day.

Ellie was delusional, Because you didn’t fucking know.

“I cant see her EVER again” she scribbled in her journal with dark ink, pressing down on the pen until her thumb turned white.

When NASA released the stunning images of millions of galaxies, your thoughts inevitably gravitated towards her. She was a constant presence in your mind, after all. You sent her a message, a sweet one. “thought of u” it said, with a picture attached.

It was radio silence. No response, no call, nothing. Cold.

This is why you didn’t want to go to the party today. And maybe, this is why you did go — regardless. Stand up to her, ask her what was wrong. Did you do something? did you hurt her feelings? did you finally fucking break her?

It was 9PM, and there you stood, butt naked, facing your closet.

“fuck you Dina” you whispered sotto voce, as the weight of blame rested squarely on her shoulders. She’s the reason you’re here, your mind completely blank, staring at a pile of unfolded clothes, Your makeup sprawled open on the table, the powders and the colors creating an accidental artwork. You had a half empty bottle of boxed wine in your hand. Definitely Dina’s fault.

“Nothing!" you exclaimed, flinging a delicate light pink tank-top onto the floor in frustration. “To fucking wear!” you groaned, tossing a black pair of jeans of across the room. It was your turn to throw a tantrum now.

You dialed Dina on the phone, more than ready to complain to her over your lack of clothes, her stupid kappa party, maybe even over the pumping headache you had three days ago, maybe that was her fault too.

She picked up.

“Heyyyy pretty” Her words slurred, and the scent of vodka almost wafted through the screen. Oh god, she was drunk already. Just great.

“You pregamed without me?!” You yelled, perplexed.

“Wh— I called you like five times! So did Jesse, you didnt pick up the phoneeee”

“Pick up the phoneeeee” you heard Jesse mock Dina, his laughter echoing in the background.

“Fine, whatever. I have nothing to wear, I’m gonna look like shit, my ass hurts because I slipped AND I think this white wine’s poisoned. Plus I need something that makes my tits look good and all i have—“

You grabbed a crumpled white corset top from the floor, its fabric wrinkled from being discarded.

“Is a stupid corset! and you still didn’t give me back my dress!” You whined, pacing around the room, still naked, still chugging on some “poisonous” white wine.

“You’re on speaker, babe”

“I dont care. Hey Jesse, you sound wasted too” You tried on the white corset, surprised at how good it fit around your body. Huh. Maybe you didn’t need to iron clothes like, ever.

“Heyyyy” his voice came through muffled, mixed with fits of laughter as Dina had apparently spilled vodka on herself.

“D, I’m sending you a picture of my fit, I have no pants on so don’t save it, weirdo”

She coughed.

“On speaker” she repeated.

“Jesse doesn’t care” You rolled your eyes, as you struggled to zip the corset top up.

“Ellie’s here”

Oh.

“Oh” you froze. Of course she’s here.

“Say” Dina's voice descended to a hushed tone, as if her words were no longer intended for your ears.

“Say hi” it was quiet, but you could hear.

"I don't—" Ellie's voice emerged, subdued and suppressed, barely audible.

Dina shoved the phone to Ellie’s hand.

“Hey”

You gazed at your complexion, transfixed as if you were trapped in a moment suspended in time.

“Hi” you quietly said.

“Okay— whatever you two have going on… figure it out, be there in twenty. And send me that pic!”

Dina hung up.

Be there in twenty. Okay, you got this. You looked at yourself in the mirror, half naked, your hair a mess, your heart beating out of your chest. Maybe you don’t got this.

Frantically, you swiftly gathered yourself. You hastily slid into a sleek black skirt, styled your hair, generously applied a thick layer of lip gloss, and quickly slipped into the tallest heels you could lay your hands on.

“Skirts too long” you whispered to yourself.

It wasn’t too long, the plush of your ass was almost peaking out of it.

It was borderline comedic, how you fast you shifted when you heard her voice. How quickly you went from not giving a shit, whining quietly about the sweaty bodies you’re going to bump into, and the thick smell of cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol you were going to have to breathe through, to caring so heavily, and so deeply, about something completely different. You put the shiniest pair of hoop earrings you could find in your drawer, spritzed a thick layer of sweet, vanilla and almonds perfume, and took another glance in the mirror.

This is how she was going to see you. She’ll smell your perfume, you were sure of it. Perhaps she’d even glance at your legs if she got close. you see, Ellie had a habit of… looking up and down. She thought she was sleek, she thought she knew what she was doing. She thought she was hiding it, and hiding it well, but she never did. You always noticed how her eyes would flicker up and down, how a rosy pink would grace her cheeks.

This isn’t about Ellie, though — right?

There was a loud thud that echoed across the room, originating from the big window above your bed.

Dina and Jesse were here. Oh, and her.

“fuckfuckfuck” you frantically whispered to yourself as you went to grab your purse. You glanced at your reflection again. You looked good, and you knew it. Hell — everyone would know it, but not everyone mattered.

You took a deep breath, and with that, you were out of your room.

Click-clack—the sound of your high heels grazing the ground filled the air.

“oh sh—“

you almost slipped.

Right as you exited the building, your eyes landed on them.

Three, slightly inhibited, babbling adults standing besides each other.

You moved closer, the sparkling keychain attached to your purse swaying and jingling with every contact against your figure, a touch of girlish charm to your stride.

“Holy shitttt” Dina gasped, her eyes widening in awe.

You didn’t even glace at Ellie. Non existent.

“Jesse” she nudged his arm. “I’m leaving you for a girl”

She wrapped you in a tight embrace, her sweet but subtly spicy perfume filling your nostrils. The moment your eyes met hers, any lingering anger you had towards her completely melted away. The Dina effect.

“You look so hot” she teased, flashing you a sly smile.

“Hey idiot” Jesse chimed in, embracing you tightly, looking dapper with a tight, black t-shirt adorning his body.

“Look at those muscles” you said, punching his arm lightly.

And there she was.

a black leather jacket, a white button-up shirt with the top buttons left undone, a tight pair of jeans and her trusty old Chuck’s.

She dressed up. She never dresses up.

Her eyes were glued to the ground. What was she hyper-focusing on now? The ant crawling on the ground? a dry, crumpled leaf? Perhaps on your high heels, and the thought of you keeping them on while your legs are resting on her shoulders?

Her throat closed up at the thought.

“Hey” she said, her voice low.

You could tell she had been drinking, based on the dazed look she had on her face. Maybe she smoked some too.

“Hi” you said, and flashed her a small, awkward smile.

“Start walking idiots” Dina exclaimed, and grabbed your hand in her palm.

The walk to the party was not quiet. It was anything but. Filled with aimless giggles, and Jesse almost walking in to a pole. Ellie dragged by quietly, chuckling to herself at a funny anecdote someone had made. She never was quite like this. Of course, she was broody, some would say somber, but she was not a “quiet” person. Not when she was with her friends. Tonight was different. Tonight, Ellie had something else in mind. The way you swayed side to side, giggling loudly and boasting into a Britney melody made her heart swell in her chest. She couldn’t stop replaying the events of that day in her mind. The way she got close, the way you whispered that you weren’t like Dina and Jesse, and the way she agreed. The way she had never come so hard in her life, with her hand between her thighs and her phone in her hand.

Tonight was going to be fucking difficult.

You finally arrived to the party.

As anticipated, the scene unfolded before you— a pulsating mass of sweaty bodies, shirtless college guys, and scantily clad girls grinding against each other, moving rhythmically to the beats of a 2013 Jason Derulo song.

“Shots?” Dina questioned, her eyes scanning the crowded house.

“Shots” you responded, a slight panicked look on your face.

“Sure, yeah” Ellie quietly said, her hands stuffed inside her pockets.

Dina was out of your sight at the speed of light.

You were left alone with her.

It was suddenly harder to breathe, and it wasn’t the lack of oxygen from the dozens of people breathing it in.

“So…” you said, trying to be as loud as you could — so she could hear you, amidst the loud music and the occasional screams.

She was standing in front of you. God, was she beautiful. She didn’t even try, was the frustrating part. The way her hair rested half down, the rest of it tied in a bun, the way a small strand of hair framed her face — she was flawless. Her freckled cheeks were glowing, a red hue caressing them, and as her hand came to scratch her face, presumably a nervous reaction, it flexed slightly. You always stared. Just like she stared at your tits — you always stared at her hands. It was a silent agreement, tit for tat.

“So many people” you chuckled.

“Listen, I-“

“Tequila for you” Dina’s voice startled you from behind, making you flinch.

“And… a shot of whiskey for the lady” She handed Ellie the short glass.

“3, 2–“

It was warm inside your throat, and it slid so uncomfortably, you had have a reaction. Your face twitched, tongue peeking out of your mouth.

Ellie couldn't help but crack a smile, stifling the urge to burst into laughter.

Ellie never made a face when she drank. Swallow it in, Joel taught her. Hold your breath — and let it slide.

“EVERYBODY!”

the loud voice of a college frat-boy echoed through the room. Did he have a fucking microphone?

“SPIN THE BOTTLE IN KEVIN’S ROOM TO THE LEFT!”

You rolled your eyes.

“What are we, thirteen?” you sighed.

“No…” Dina responded, her gaze shifting between you and Ellie.

“But you need to get some” she nudged your arm.

“And so do you” She whispered to Ellie.

Ellie could feel her heart beat fasten up. Funnily enough, it wasn’t because she was embarrassed to play. It wasn’t because she cared about it, or wanted to “get some” — It was the thought of you. The thought of you, getting some. How could Dina even dare to suggest such a thing? Of course, Dina didn’t know about Ellie’s… situation. Still, how could she say that? How could she endure the thought of you with somebody else? What if you end up meeting somebody? What if you, god forbid, end up kissing somebody? Ellie felt it in her stomach. It was that same rage she felt when you had your first girlfriend, Emily, in 10th grade. When she caught you kissing behind the bleachers. She remembers how her mind went blank for a second, fully white. A moment after, she saw red. She punched a fucking wall, and promised herself that if she ever gets the chance — the actual chance, she’d beat Emily up so bad it would leave her bleeding. Of course, she never got the fucking chance. Emily was nice to Ellie, hell, Emily loved Ellie, and Ellie never had the guts to do it, so she punched her pillow instead, every goddamn night.

“Let’s go, c’mon” Dina exclaimed, taking hold of both your hands and skillfully maneuvering through the bustling crowd.

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At first, the bottle landed on a sweet cheerleader named Amy, and a dumb jock named Steve.

“I dare you to make out shirtless in front of everybody” Kyle, a blond frat guy said, gaining himself a couple of “Oooo” sounds from the people gathered around the room.

“It’s not truth or dare Kyle—“ A loud voice popped off from the background.

“My house, my rules” He shrugged as he responded.

“I should be paid to watch this” You said in a whiny, slightly bitchy tone, Ellie and Dina chuckled in response.

They went at it, shirtless and sloppy. Tongues clashing in an unsynchronized dance, slurping each other up like animals.

“Okay, okay — next round” Kyle exclaimed, burping into the mic.

“Ew” you gagged.

The bottle spun.

You were standing besides Ellie, her shoe nudging yours. At one point, she accidentally touched your thigh, followed by a breathy “Shit — sorry”.

There was absolutely no way it would spin pointing at her, and then point at you. But she fucking hoped. Maybe, if it was a dare, shed have the balls to do it. Maybe she’d be too embarrassed to say no in front of all these people, who might think she was even a bigger weirdo for turning a game down, so she’d have to kiss you. Maybe her lips could touch yours like she desperately desired. Maybe shed manage to put her hands on your waist, and hold you still. Maybe you’ll feel it, finally, and give into her.

Slip a tongue in, who knows?

It landed on her.

“Fuck” she hissed under her breath.

“Oh” Kyle said into the mic.

“Who are you?”

“Ellie” she said quietly, internally punching herself in the gut.

“Cant hear”

She cleared her throat, feeling her face heat up.

“Ellie” she said, louder.

You felt your throat close up. This can’t possibly be happening. Dina was ecstatic.

“Okay… Ellie, never seen you around here… Spin”

“I don’t—“ she quietly said, looking at you from the corner of her eye.

Something was wrong. Your body tensed up.

“Cmon, El” Dina nudged her arm.

She spun the bottle, the sound of the glass grazing the floor filling up the room.

It landed on a ginger named Alison. You recognized her from one of your classes. Alison was a nice girl, popular, but kept to herself. She was pretty, a sweet pair of big brown eyes, and a cleavage that left no room for the imagination. Alison smirked at Ellie, tilting her head.

You weren’t exactly a firm believer, but you prayed to god louder than anyone has ever did.

Please don’t kiss. Please don’t kiss.

“Ellie… Alison… Who else thinks those names go fucking along?” Kyle exclaimed into the mic.

The crowd whood, the crowd of people cheering this… Obscenity — as you’d call it.

Ellie shifted uncomfortably, digging her short fingernails into her palms.

You lifted your chin up. Shit.

“Ellie and Alison,” Kyle whispered dramatically.

“Kiss.”

Dina squeezed your hand.

“Ellies gonna get some…” She melodically hummed in your ear.

Your face twitched.

“Alison — take your shirt off. Ellie, gotta give us a show”

Ellie went bright red. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to fucking do this. It buzzed in her ears, echoing inside her brain.

It was almost as if a comically bright light bulb appeared on top of her head.

What if this was payback.

She could never have you, couldn’t she?

What if this one hurt.

What if you realized.

Ellie didn’t dare to look at you, but she felt it. She felt you shift, she felt the harsh breath that escaped your mouth.

Alison crawled closer. So did Ellie. Her shoe grazed your knee as she moved.

You swallowed deeply.

Alison’s eyes twinkled amidst the dim lights.

Ellie felt her toes curl inside her Chuck’s. Her breathing got heavier, and her heartbeat fastened up. It wasn’t because of Alison, or Andrea, whatever her name was. It was beating because you were watching.

Alison initiated it. It was a small peck, at first.

Your hand was trembling.

“Go Ellie!” Dina cheered.

Ellie took it as a green light.

She parted her lips slowly, and sucked Alison in for a kiss. A hungry one, slow and steady, a wet tongue slipping in, gently swirling inside the shirtless ginger’s mouth. When Alison whimpered silently, Ellie brought her hand up to squeeze her breast. The crowd was cheering her on.

You felt like a monster took over your body. Your throat closed up, eyes growing moist. Oh shit. You were about to fucking cry.

Ellie grabbed Alison’s neck, and held her firmly.

It felt like it was going on for hours.

And then it stopped. Alison was panting, and Ellie was too.

There it was. The first tear that crawled down your right cheek.

“I’m going to the bathroom” you whispered to Dina.

Ellie looked across her shoulder.

You weren’t there anymore.

“Where’d she go?” She wiped her wet mouth on a black leather covered shoulder.

“Bathroom” Dina said, absentmindedly with a smile.

“Fuck”

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♡ part four ♡

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you #the last of us #wlw

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elmushterri · 3 months

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Had a brainrot with your new PJ masks video :] (sent you an anon yesterday I think, but you can't send images on anon sooo)

I love your ideas! Ace Greg never occurred to me but I can definitely imagine him just being happy for all his friends!

To answer some things, I think the media probably does know about the PJ Masks, but with a different, more adult name that I haven’t decided on for them yet 😭 They probably go by something that GunnTech assigned to them and “PJ Masks” is a name they decided on unofficially as silly children.

ALSO I LOVE THE IDEA OF OWLETTE SAVING LUNA, like in the video, without her wings or her powers.

And then Catboy being controlled? I’m soooo split between it being Gekko or Catboy, Gekko’s the CEO’s nephew and the strongest or “more dangerous” than the other two (though, ofc, GunnTech can control more than one hero at once so maybe they send Gekko with Dylan, the two strongest (physically) ones. (The strongest ones power-wise are LilyFay, Newton and Luna, probably, since they’re all space-characters?)

#pj masks #gunntech au #ama #fanfic #headcanon #terrific ideas!#thank you for them!#pjmasks

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warningsine · 1 year

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"Severance" is one of those brillantly structrured shows that rewards the viewers who watch it a second time.

Knowing the major twists recontextualizes so many scenes, e.g., the initial conference room convos between Helly and Mark,

and generally enhances the viewing experience.

An example?

Notice the colors above: Helly's blue shirt, the green chairs.

Haven't read what the cinematographers, designers and decorators said about this, but green is a sign of faith. The different shades of green could have been used because of the way the corporate people deify the founders and formers CEOs.

They could have been used because green and blue are considered soothing colors in graphic design. Lumon is a medical company that wants to keep its innies docile and calm.

They could have been used because a lot of viewers associate green with numbers/computers,

e.g., "Matrix."

By the way, the two hexadecimal values at the bottom represent two different shades of green in RGB format.

Now, Helly-as-Helena-Eagan's dress and jewelry in the finale?

Blue and green.

Just like the Severance prototype James Eagan gave to Helena.

0x15DB4A and 0x0AEAFC aka green and blue.

More blue and green:

Probably belonged to the founder.

MRD and Optics? Green vs. blue.

And of course, Harmony:

Helly chooses "Defiant Jazz" during the MDE scene.

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As the episodes go, she starts wearing other colors [moving further away from the company line], e.g., white, brown, but there's always something blue or green on her. The exception to the rule seems to be her MDE moment: a yellow dress.

All the other colors were chosen equally cleverly, but especially the reds.

It's no coincidence that Helena/Helly is a redhead, 'cause it's not the actress's natural hair color.

The complementary color of red? Green.

Green is generally used for the innies' lives. They are livestock after all.

Blue is associated with Lumon.

Red seems to be used for the outside world—or rather the knowledge of it.

There are many instances of red vs. blue imagery throughout the show, which are definitely references to the red/blue pill choice on the "Matrix":

Petey wearing a red/blue nightgown when he begins to hallucinate being in both places at the same time.

We can see that Mark's gray car is parked between a red one and a blue one.

Mark having a red fish and a blue one.

Mark wearing red in his blue-ish house.

While Mark is watching TV, his orange-red (orange is the complementary color of blue) fish is swimming in blue water. The blue-ish walls are contrasting Mark's red couch and one of his fish.

Ricken's book is red, 'cause it contains forbidden stuff. The company's book is blue.

When Dylan has his moment of enlightenment, he's wearing red. When he refuses to go along with the status quo, the screen is red.

Irving wears a lot of blue, because he's very resistant to the truth. When he sees the black paint under his nails, there's the red ball under his chair.

Helena in the gala dressed in blues and greens in contrast to her red hair.

Other significant uses of red:

Ms. Casey wearing red, 'cause she's different from the other innies.

Petey giving Mark a red card.

The ball the innies play with is red.

[clears throat] All that being said, please enjoy all colors and rewatches equally.

#severance #Youtube

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eclipsophie · 21 days

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☆ The Moon’s Glow;

୨୧ Apresentando a minha DR principal - Laneige Dr !

°. 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐞:

Laneige é uma marca de cosméticos sul-coreana lançada em 1994. Seu nome vem do francês "la neige", que se traduz como "a neve".

Sophie Moon é a CEO da marca coreana, sendo uma sucessora escolhida por Lee Yoori e Kim Siwon

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°. 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧:

Sophie Moon Gonçalves ou Sosophie, nasceu em 24 de junho de 2001 (22 aninhos), na Zona Sul de São Paulo, capital.

☆! Mora em Seoul, Coreia do Sul, desde 2019.

𝗡𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗲: Brasileira - Coreana / 𝗦𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼: Câncer

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°. 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐬:

𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺: Lizeth Selene

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝘀: Oni nas costas, sol e lua nos ombros.

𝗗𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗲𝘀: Piercings diversos!! Sardinhas, olhos cor de mel.

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°. 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢́𝐥𝐢𝐚:

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐬 : Maria Gonçalves & Moon Minho

☆! Mamis é médica e o painho é advogado. Eles são a minha base para enfrentar tudo de cabeça erguida.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜̧𝐚̃𝐨 : Lee Yoori & Kim Siwon (Meus chefinhos :c)

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°. 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨:

─ backstory ; Nathan e Dylan já se conheciam por conta que suas carreiras profissionais são ligadas em certo ponto, desde a primeira produção de Ddy com o Nathan, os dois viraram próximos no mesmo instante. Certo dia em uma festa universitária, um amigo em comum me apresentou os dois, e naquela festa todos beberam muito e foi muito fácil de construir uma amizade. E então os três até hoje não souberam se largar um do outro.

✿ 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼... ࿚ ♡

─ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧: (lado direito >)

𝗡𝗼𝗺𝗲: Nathan Kazumi

𝗜𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗲: 24 anos - 08 de abril de 1999

𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮: Modelo e influêncer

𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮: Nath é o mais atentado do grupo, mas também é o mais atencioso.

─ 𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧: (lado esquerdo <)

𝗡𝗼𝗺𝗲: Dylan Yamaoka

𝗜𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗲: 23 anos - 15 de novembro de 2000

𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮: Compositor, Produtor e Editor de grandes artistas

𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮: Dylan é mais quieto, mas sempre que está se divertindo vira um papagaio e ri que nem uma hiena.

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°. 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲:

Jay Park. Nos conhecemos da maneira mais engraçada e inusitada possível, mostrando para ambos corações ocupados que pensavam apenas no trabalho, que o amor pode nascer dos lugares mais improváveis e nos trazer uma paz e calmaria imensa para o nosso mundo de agito.

♡! Ficantes to Lovers

- Atualmente ainda somos apenas conhecidos, não temos nenhuma intimidade ou aproximação.

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Espero que tenham gostado! Qualquer dúvida sobre a minha DR podem comentar!

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Insp: @delicatears / @multidimensionalslvt

#shifting brasil #shifting br #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #shifting community #shifting script #não dualismo

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Elsie Carson-Holt at LGBTQ Nation:

Though conservatives often accuse companies of losing out when a brand touts progressive values, the right-wing adage “go woke, and go broke,” has been disproven by a recent study. Brands that are supportive of LGBTQ+ rights or social justice movements see greater consumer engagement and loyalty from customers. Unstereotype Alliance, a business initiative convened by UN Women, more inclusive advertising campaigns positively impact profits, sales and brand worth. Researchers at Saïd Business School at Oxford University analyzed data from Diageo, Kantar and Unilever, in collaboration with the Geena Davis Institute. The research, based on an analysis of 392 brands across 58 countries, reveals that inclusive advertising can boost short-term sales by nearly 3.5% and drive long-term sales by over 16%. The study spanned various product categories, including confectionery, snacks, personal care, beauty, pet food, pet care, alcohol, consumer healthcare, and household products across diverse regions. Inclusive advertising also persuades 62% of consumers to choose a product and enhances brand loyalty for 15% of shoppers. The study highlights that ads that authentically portray people, without using stereotypes, have a clear competitive advantage in the marketplace, influencing consumer preferences and long-term success.

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On the other side, the beer brand Bud Light also faced right-wing rage after partnering with trans influencer Dylan Mulvaney. After the incident, Jason Warner, CEO of the European branch of Bud Light’s parent company, Anheuser-Busch InBev, said that the company would no longer attempt inclusivity and “stay in our lane.”

The study comes after right-wing influencer Robby Starbuck has forced multiple companies to cave by accusing them of having “woke agendas” and sending a social media mob after them. Starbuck succeeded in getting companies such as Lowe’s, John Deere, Harley Davidson, and more to drop their DEI initiatives, stop partnering with the Human Rights Campaign, and end sponsorship of Pride festivals. When fear of Starbuck caused Ford Motors to follow behind the other brands, President of the Human Rights Campaign, Kelley Robinson, called Starbuck a “MAGA bully and Republican-reject.” It later released a study that details how rollbacks on DEI from large corporations in recent years are wildly unpopular with LGBTQ+ individuals and alienating many consumers. The latest research adds even more weight to that argument.

A new study by Oxford University’s Saïd Business School and Geena Davis Institute reveals that pro-inclusive advertising and support for social justice (esp. LGBTQ+) causes see increased consumer engagement and loyalty from customers, much to the chagrin of anti-inclusion activists like Robby Starbuck.

#LGBTQ+#Inclusion #Business #Robby Starbuck #DEI #Studies #Unstereotype Alliance #UN Women #Human Rights Campaign #Bud Light #Saïd Business School #Oxford University #Geena Davis Institute

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something something connor’s ex agent/current ceo of oilers hockey operations and his junior coach/current coach watching him be best friends w dylan strome ‘connected at the hip didnt do anything without eachother waited for him to be drafted’ after two years And now also seeing him be literally actually soulbonded to leon after EIGHT DAMN YEARS ‘close friends close confidants two best players in the world leaders of the no look pass drove the best power play in literal history’ . boy who has the skill of a god but cant do it without his boy best friend

#connor mcdavid #made a real post ough hes so. well.#and not to mention the press conferences.

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Different Kind of Love || Part VI

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

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Dylan cried in the arms of the neighbour when Natasha came running into your apartment with worry. "Aunt Natty" he reached for Natasha who protectively took him into her arms. "What happened?" Nat asked the neighbor, "I'm not sure. I heard some commotion and thought it was the couple 4 doors down, they fight all the time but after a while I heard this little one crying and when I came out to make sure everything was okay, he was just standing there in tears, he won't say what happened" the older women explained.

"Dyl?" Nat rubbed his back in hopes to calm him, "What happened honey? Where's your mommy?" she asked as she sat down on the sofa with Dylan clinging tightly to her, "I want mommy" his tears rolling off his cheek and onto Natasha's shoulder. "I know buddy, how about we go find her?" Nat suggested trying to get the little boy to give her an answer if he had seen anything. "Should I call the police?" The woman asked, "no, it's okay, I'm sure things are fine" Nat smiled softly.

"Man took mommy" Dylan sat back in Natasha's lap looking at her with red puff eyes, "what man?" Nat wiped his tears gently, "tall man, he said he will take me but mommy said no and he took her" he explained as more tears filled his eyes, "I want mommy" he added crashing back into Natasha's arms.

"I might call the police" the neighbor suggests but Natasha shook her head, "it's okay, I'm a lawyer and it sounds like somebody's f-a-t-h-e-r came by" Natasha explained, a lie but enough to keep the woman from informing the police. "Oh, right. Is there anything I can do?" she asked, "It's okay but thank you for being here for him" Nat smiled softly before Natasha took Dylan into his room, "let's pack you some things to take to my house, do you remember the pool?" she asked while Dylan hugged her tightly, he nodded, "I promise we'll find mommy, okay?" She looked into his blue eyes, Dylan couldn't see it but Natasha was fuming.

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"You!" Natasha stormed into the room where Kane was being held, "Woah there boss!" Bucky moved aside seeing the steam coming from her ears, "Where is she?! And don't you dare fucking lie to me!" She pulled Kane closer to her by the collar of his shirt, "I don't fucking know! You've had me fucking chained to this chair all afternoon!" Kane spat.

"Bucky, your gun! Now!" the redhead demanded without taking her eyes off Kane. "You're going to kill me over some stupid woman who lies?!" Bucky handed Natasha his pistol before she pointed it directly between Kane's eyes.

"Where is she?! Who took her?! I know you had something to do with it!"

"I told you; I don't fucking know! Maybe she took off with my son again"

"I'm so fucking tired of your voice!" Nat shot a bullet into Kane's right foot, "FUCK!" He screamed in pain as Natasha walked behind him, pulling him back by his hair and getting close to his left ear. "I don't care what happens to you, do you understand me? I had plans to have you dead before sunlight but since you want to play a game of cat and mouse, I'm going to make this very hard for you. Tell me who cut you free, I have a gut feeling they might have Y/n. If you tell me that you don't know once more, I'm going to start by cutting off each one of your fingers then I'll move to your toes before my pal Bucky over there starts pulling your teeth out one by one! So, I suggest you start telling me what I need to know"

"Do your worst! I'm not telling you shit until I see my son!"

"Your son?" Natasha chuckled as she harshly pushed Kane's chair back on all 4 legs, "Do we still have that shaw we used on that fat bimbo that wouldn't stop squirming like a headless chicken?" she turned to Bucky who nodded, "oh man, you're fucked" Bucky chuckled as he looked at Kane before grabbing the shaw from the other room.

"Dylan isn't your son, not a single part of him has your blood in his veins and you can keep telling yourself he's yours as much as you like but that boy, that beautiful little boy will never see you or even hear a word about you after I'm done" Natasha took the shaw from Bucky and asked him to leave the room. "I can't wait to pull you apart" she smirked as she walked over to Kane who clenched his jaw to prepare himself for what was to come.

Kane's index finger on his left hand was the first to be dropped carelessly at his feet, the room was music to Natasha's hears as Kane begged her to stop and uselessly squirmed in hopes of somehow freeing himself from the chains. He knew then that he'd gotten himself into a dangerous game and only Natasha could make the rules.

"You're not so tough now, are we?" Natasha smirked as she wiped Kane's splattered blood from her hands. Kane's eyes were glued to his finger that laid at his feet, "You're fucking crazy!" he spat before looking up at Natasha. "Why? Because I cut your fucking finger off? I gave you a chance, more than one actually, to tell me where Y/n was and who let you free and you said no. So, wouldn't that make you the crazy one?" She waved the shaw in her right hand as she circled around him.

"I told you; I don't know where she is!"

"Then let's go back to the other question!" Natasha grabbed his next finger, "who cut you free?" she asked looking him in the eyes. "You're going to have to do a lot worse then cut some fucking fingers off you crazy bitch!" spit from his lips landed on Natasha's cheek as she chuckled at his words. "Alright then" she replied before pulling Bucky's gun from behind her and letting another bullet off, this time into his thigh.

"Fuck!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Oh, I should probably remind you that nobody can here you down here" Natasha placed the gun on the steel table to the right, "Now, are you going to tell me who cut you free or will I get the pleasures of shooting you in the nuts because that, that would be such a joy for me"

"Why are you doing this?!! All I wanted was to be in Dylan's life!" Natasha smiled softly when she saw the tears streaming down his cheek. "Why? You want to know why I'm doing this?" She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Kane.

"Because this is my city, and you fucked up. 5 years ago when you carelessly assaulted my friend and tried to tell everybody she consented to it, do you remember that? Do you remember spiking her drink?" Natasha lent back waiting for an answer, "I asked you a fucking question"

"Y-yes! Okay! Yes!" Kane admitted as he looked up at Natasha, "I did it okay, I fucked up! But I'm sorry and I don't want to hurt her or Dylan! He's my kid, just want him to know his dad!"

"Don't worry about that, Dylan will know exactly what you are" Natasha informed the bleeding man, "Yeah, the crap y/n and you will tell him" Kane muttered. "Crap? No, when Dylan is older and starts asking questions about you, he will know exactly what you did. That you sexually assaulted his mother, that you stalked them for the first 5 years of his life, that you had his mother kidnapped. He'll know everything, I promise you that" Natasha explained looking directly into Kane's eyes.

"And what about you huh? What are you going to tell him about you?!"

"Boss, sorry to interrupt but Kane's phone won't stop calling" Bucky entered the room before Natasha could reply, "it's an unknown number" he added. Kane's jaw clenched telling Natasha everything she needed, "give me the phone" she said, her eyes watching every movement on Kane's body. "13 missed calls, somebody seems popular" Nat looked down at the screen after taking it from Bucky, "I'm going to answer the next call and you're going to talk normal; can you do that?" she asked Kane.

"What's the point?! You're going to kill me either way, aren't you!" Kane spat causing Natasha to roll her eyes and sigh, "if you fuck this up, yes" Her reply was cold but honest. The phone started vibrating before Kane could say another word, Nat answered and placed it on loudspeaker before looking up at Kane once more.

"Yo, Kane! What the fuck man? I've been calling!"

"Y-yea, uh, sorry, had no cell service" Kane replied while looking at his phone in Natasha's hand.

"Fuck man, I got worried that Natasha got to you again" Matt chuckled, "anyway, I have Y/n and before you start, she's fine" he added. Natasha raised a brow at Kane as he threw his head back knowing, "Thanks dude, I'll be there in like 25 minutes, I've just gotta do some stuff first" he replied with his eyes closed.

"Copy that, see you soon!" Matt spoke before Natasha hung up the call and threw Kane's phone harshly against the wall. "I hope you traced that call Bucky" Nat looked over her shoulder, "You sound like you have little faith in me" he said with a nod, "as for you, I'll be back" Natasha winked at Kane as she stood from the chair.

"You can't leave me here like this! I'm going to bleed out!"

"I tell you what" she turned to him, "when I get back and Y/n is safe, I'll make sure to bring my good friend who is a doctor. We'll remove the bullets and patch you up, maybe even give you a lollipop if you're a good boy, how does that sound?" she chuckled giving him false hope. "You're sick!" he spat, "maybe, but I'm not the one chained to a steel chair with a missing finger and two bullets in me. Sit tight, I'll be back" she spoke as she made her way over to the door.

"Do you want me to come with you or have you got this?" Bucky asked as he closed the door behind Natasha, "you need to go back to my place and watch Dylan, flash your little police badge at him and talk to him about fire trucks and whatever he likes. He's going to ask for his mother, just tell him aunt Natty is bringing her home" she explained while the two walked through Natasha's bunker.

"Really? You're putting me on kid duty? Come on"

"Hey, I need somebody who's a good shot and knows how to make as little noise as possible. If anybody comes for that boy, you do what you have to. I've got the maid watching him at the moment, send her home. I won't be long" Natasha ignored Bucky's annoyed look as she grabbed her favorite pistol and took a photo of Bucky's laptop of the location of Matt's call. "You're going a lot for these two, are you sure it's worth it?" Bucky questioned.

"Just wait until you meet him, you'll understand"

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Bucky watched as Dylan played with his toys on the living room floor of Natasha's condo, in his own little world but sad as Bucky could see the dried stream on his cheeks where his tears once were. "Hey little dude, I'm James but you can call me Bucky" he smiled softly before sitting on the sofa as Dylan looked up at him, "Mommy said not to talk strangers" he spoke softly while he still moved his fire truck back and forth on the rug.

"I'm a friend of Na, I mean, I'm a friend of your aunt Nat"

"You are? Where is aunt Natty?" Dylan asked looking up at Bucky with his big blue eyes that were tried and scared, "She's picking up your mum" Dylan smiled almost instantly, "She found mommy?" Bucky nodded and smiled as the young boy's eyes lit up. "What's your name little man?" Bucky asked, "Dylan, but you can call my Dyl, that's what mommy calls me sometimes" Dylan's tone changed, and Bucky could tell how eager he was to see his mother again.

"Do you want to play with me? It's no fun playing by myself" Dylan asked as he offered Bucky one of his fire trucks. "Sure, little dude" Bucky smiled and kindly took the toy from Dylan before sitting on the floor with him, "that's my favourite truck! It can go really really fast and the doors open, look!" Dylan boosted, no longer worried for his mother's whereabouts.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfiction #black widow #marvel

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intoloopin-archive · 3 months

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⌗ [ RU READY 2B RARE ? ]

──── RARE RHYTHM, also popularly known as RareRhy or RRR/THM, is a fictional south korean record label operating under the sino-korean entertainment and acting agency 4FORSIGHT.

──── Founded by three times debutee Idol SUH HYUNJUNG in 2021, RareRhy's characteristic bussiness strategy includes acquiring undervaluaded K-Pop acts from dying companies and remixing them into stardom - honoring the label's foundational philosophy of 'polishing stones into diamonds' and 'giving everyone who deserves it a second, third and even fourth chance.'

──── RARE RHYTHM's extremely big production value as well as their innovative approach to marketing keeps on adding fuel to the company's growing reputation as a safe haven inside the merciless jungle that K-Pop can be; but there are those who do find themselves wondering... Isn't it all too good to be true?

⌗ [ THE BOSSES : ]

┃ Suh Hyunjung - Founder, CEO.

┃ Bae Sangeo - Co-founder, COO; 4ForSight's founder, former CEO.

⌗ [ THE ROASTER : ]

┃ FairLand (2023 -)

⤷ Choi Sangah. Huh Nahyeon. Han Sooah. Song Minji. Jazz Tidarat Banruerit. Kitagawa Ichika.

┃ LOOPiN (2024 -)

⤷ Park Taesong. Na Seungsoo. Fukunaga Haruki. Dylan Hwang. Woo Gyujin. Oh Jimin. Lee Hanjae. Xu Jiahang. Kim Haegon.

┃ VIEWBYU (2024 -)

⤷ Endo Kazunari. Yoon Daekwang. Aaron Jang. Note Arthit Panomyaong. Lee Jongsung. Sahara Akihiko.

┃ DAYME-N-KNIGHT Project (2025?)

⤷ ???.

⌗ [ OTHER ENDEAVOURS : ]

──── CIRCLE CHATTING is an upcoming fictional mobile app and platform focused on providing subscription content and artist-to-fan communication, under development by 4FORSIGHT.

#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ development .#fictional idol community #fake kpop group #kpop au #kpop fanfic #kpop oc #this house is OFFICIALLY! a home

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wolfawaycamp · 1 month

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just a very sensitive ryan (potentially pent-up or bordering on subby) wearing one of dylan's oversized hoodies while getting absolutely railed into the sheets by said dylan. this ask was brought to you by the Bottom Ryan Incorporation (and definitely not just cas)

Dear Bottom Ryan Inc.

Please know that your request was treated with the utmost seriousness. We are so sorry it took so long and that we made it 13k+ instead of a short one-off. (We are not the least bit sorry, that is just what we do.)

We hope you enjoy!

🐰 Bunny

(Liz Lapin/Ghostradiodylan)

CEO, Doing Too Much Corp

#the quarry #this was never going to be a ficlet I knew it all along #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #rylan #fanfic #request #radioheads #dylan x ryan #bottom Ryan #top Dylan #see work tags for more #🐰#written by bunny

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happy 2024! as it's a new year, i thought this was the perfect time to post a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me! if you want to do threads with someone who will message you at the crack of dawn with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc ) for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play! * melissa barrera** * greta onieogou* * ana de armas* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz** * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona* * olivia cooke * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes** * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * carlos miranda * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam** * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit.

plots id love to do! * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot. * college professor/student plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots * * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * WHEN THE M.OB PRINCESS MEETS THE M.OB PRINCE: forbidden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix? muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always forbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival g.ang’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they hook up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.

* MY BEST FRIEND IS A ROCKSTAR: (tw: death) muse a & muse b have been best friends since they were kids and grew up together. throughout their childhood, muse b had always told muse a about his plans to become a famous musician and as he grew older, became more and more determined to make those dreams come true. when they both hit their teen years, feelings eventually grew and the two were head over heels for each other but neither of them was ever able to admit it. they were both terrified that the feelings would be unrequited or that it would ruin their friendships so just imagine the angst of them seeing each other with other people and FGHDFG. anyway, when muse b finally turns twenty-one, he decides to move to hollywood to make his dreams come true, and muse a stays in their small hometown. they keep in contact with one another but as time went on, muse b becomes a huge rockstar with his band and their contact start to drift but they always had each other in their thoughts, wishing they were closer to one another. a few years pass and they still speak but it’s not like before. muse b was hugely successful and enjoyed the life he was now living but always felt like something was missing. that someone was missing… it’s not until he gets a distraught call from muse a telling him that her mother died does he rush on a private jet and comes home to her. after helping her arrange the funeral and being there for her through her grief, he suggests that she comes on tour with him and the band. wanting to run away from everything and everyone in her small town, she agrees. queue cute ass moments on the tour bus, traveling the world and falling in love like they did when they were young. add drama, angst ( because they’re both still dumb and won’t admit to their feels) stadium tours, TENSION!!!, groupies, etc, etc.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE BC TUMBLR HAS A TEXT LIMIT.

#indie rp #indie oc rp #indie bi rp #indie crime rp #indie smut rp #indie zombie rp #open rp #indie bridgerton rp #indie royal rp #indie celeb rp

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