#a friend of mine writes that. it's never gonna be my jam but I get it

[squirrelno2]

people with ocs you ship with canon characters I am begging you to stop selling your characters short in your blurbs. I promise there's more to your character than who you ship them with, and telling me "here's a character you know and love. they have emotions about somebody." and then not elaborating on the somebody is a surefire way to get me to go "oh this is the kind of thing where you pretend you're dating the character"

which to be fair. live your dreams. but I know that's not actually what every fic out there is like and as somebody who doesn't ship like that I would love to have an easier time finding cool ocs with compelling canon romances

[ddejavvu]

Hiii <3 Had a dream last night and it was really cute so i decided to send this idea to you, maybe you'll write a blurb based on it <3 No pressure of course!!

So y/n and Remus are friends and maybe he has a lil crush on y/n. One day y/n randomly asks him what is his fav color and the next day she painted her nails in that color

"Nice manicure," Sirius reaches across the breakfast table to pry at your freshly painted nails, "That's'a pretty shade'a green, looks like the forest."

"Yeah," You nod, eyes on the syrup-soaked triangle of pancake that's left on your plate from where you've massacred the rest of it, "Thought it was nice."

"Oh, that's Remus's favorite," James's eyes light up, "What's it called, sage? 'Think it's disgusting he likes Slytherin colors, but I guess it's that plant nerd in him."

"It is my favorite," Remus hums, paying no mind to James's taunting, his voice soft and knowing, "We just spoke about it yesterday, didn't we, Y/N?"

"I think you mentioned it," You murmur, feeling heat spread across your cheeks as you jam your fork rather aggressively through the last bite of pancake, "Can't really remember. Maybe."

"Maybe," Remus echoes, and you miss something fond in the gentle curve of his smile with the way you're glaring holes through your pancake, "Jus' a happy accident, then. I like them."

"Thanks." You end the conversation by stuffing the bite into your mouth- no more talking for you, please and thank you.

"I'm gonna get mine painted yellow," James decides, looking at his stubby, scraped nails, "Lily's favorite are yellow flowers. Y'think she'll like 'em?"

"I think they'll look diseased," Sirius's nose wrinkles, "You don't paint fingernails yellow, mate. Go for black, she'll think you're cool."

"No she won't." You and Remus speak at the same time, and you're broken out of your crippling embarrassment to grin wryly at Remus across the table.

"She'll never think you're cool, Prongs." Remus claps James on the back sympathetically, "But hey, you gave it a shot. Just stick to the quidditch thing, m'kay? Leave the painted nails to someone who'll be usin' em to scratch up my back pretty soon."

[areyoudreaminof]

Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

@acowarelucien @asnowfern @andrigyn @bookofmirth @bagelfyre @cursebrkr @c-e-d-dreamer @carmasi @damedechance @foundress0fnothing @iftheshoef1tz @melting-houses-of-gold @iheartfjords @krem-has-a-mess @kingofsummer93 @acourtdelaluna @lovingelucien @ofduskanddreams @mossytrashcan @octobers-veryown @panicatthenightcourt @reverie-tales @spell-cleavers @separatist-apologist @stickyelectrons @sunshinebingo @thelovelymadone @the-lonelybarricade @tuzna-pesma-snova @vulpes-fennec @velidewrites @wittyrejoinder @wilde-knight @yazthebookish @ineffable-resplendence @sideralwriting @ablogofbipanic @acourtdelaluna @foreverinelysian @filthyglamdoll @thesistersarcheron @ultadverb, @bellatrixship @potatocolada, @bennylavasbuns @lady-yenn @millameazza @acourtofthought

[1ovede1uxe]

Hellooo lovely author! Hope you’re doing well 🫶🫶 I’d love to request a matchup please and thank you in advance if you do this 🥹🥹🩷🩷 My partner preference is male and maybe specifically characters from part 5 If that’s okay! (Characters excluding: pesci, formaggio, and illuso)

I’m a female! She/her. My zodiac is Aquarius, and my mbti is Infj! My appearance and style, I have really long dyed pink hair and few piercings on my face and ears. I also have few tattoos. I mostly take my style inspo from Japanese subcultures but I tend to lend gothic, punk, or Lolita.

Personality, I’m honestly a really introverted person.. very awkward but I can be extroverted and active if necessary in a situation where I need to converse. I tend to keep to myself but if you were to approach me first I’d love to talk on and on with you! Until I sense that you want me to stop my yappering.

Once you get to know me better I’m an extremely sarcastic person with dark humor but my most of the time my voice is monotone af so I can come off as blunt and serious. XD

I’m very open minded to things, and love teasing/joke around with the people I’m close to! I always put others needs before mine which is a bad habit since I always forget about myself. I care about those around me a lot 🥹🥹 But I can stand up for myself too when needed too.

So getting along with me isn’t too hard. I’m quite a calm person at times when there’s a stressful situation. I get things done last minute with maximum efficiency 😔👌Despite being calm at times I can be very emotional and have a lil outburst but rarely 🫡

Hobbies, I love baking sweets (I have a bad sweet tooth), reading/writing, listening to music (goth, rock, or anything I’m not picky), sewing/upcycling clothes, draw ✍️, collect cute trinkets, I design tattoos as a side hustle and play on my electric guitar 🎸.

helloooo lovely anon! you sound like the coolest person ever btw. i play electric bass, i wish we could jam sometime B)

I match you with. . . Guido Mista!

He'd absolutely approach you first, he thinks you're cool as hell just by looks. His more extroverted tendencies can come off as a bit intimidating at first, but he brings energy and excitement to your world, as you do to his. Once he gets you to open up and you two become close, it's never-ending yapping, jokes, and smiles all around!

His sense of humor meshes well with yours, as he can take a joke, and he's a major goof too, and your dark humor can balance out his lightheartedness.

Mista can also appreciate that you can stand up for yourself, as well as carry admiration for how cool you can stay under pressure. Your calm and efficient approach to stressful situations would complement Mista’s more spontaneous and sometimes impulsive nature. He would work well with this ability to stay composed, while you would benefit from his positive/energetic outlook and actions. If you're working with him within Passione, it really comes in handy, and both of your skills make you a formidable duo!

He's a caring guy still at the end of the day, so he's gonna ensure you're taking good care of yourself, whether you want to or not. Just like he is with his friends, his dedication to you is unwavering. PDA is totally a thing with him, he loves his s/o and wants to show her off! He'll still respect any boundaries you put in place though, and either way, he's going to tell you you're damn beautiful whether the others hear it or not.

He supports all your hobbies, but where I think you guys would have the most fun is sharing music. I feel like he would like rock a lot, and he absolutely wants to go through your playlists and wants to share all his favorites with you. He also loves listening to you play electric guitar. Aside from music please bake him some goodies omg.. . he will eat anything you make and after a while will start to request his favorites.

You two make for a fun "chaotic good" duo that's a force to be reckoned with.

I hope this was to your liking anon! you totally rock!! <3

[introspectivememories]

For your mess is mine who are the people Bernard is close with? Is it people who were in the cult and are now out? Is it the groups of guys we saw in one panel? And what do they know more about than Tim?

okay first of all, thank you so much for the ask!!! i'm always sooo fucking excited to talk about these fics even if haven't written a sentence in like a month.

who are the people Bernard is close with? Is it people who were in the cult and are now out? Is it the groups of guys we saw in one panel?

in mess is mine, i just made up new friends for bear. we never really see him hang out with anybody and he is soooo isolated compared to tim. i didn't really like those 3 guys we saw in urban legends so i just... made up new ones! and bear deserves to have people who love him and take care of him.

so if you've been on my page for long enough, you know i have like a reoccurring oc?, i guess you could call it, called mori. he's in like everything i write, when i want someone connected to bear. alongside mori, there's khadija, chinna, and jam. but i'm still developing those characters.

after writing data analyst!bernard, i've been playing with the idea of putting jimmy and tyrone in there too. but i know my own strengths and putting that many characters means a lot of them are gonna get sidelined. (maybe i can put them in as a throwaway line? much to think about.)

i know that him being isolated is probably what made him so susceptible to the cult in the first place, but isn't there something so real about watching your friend slowly destroy themselves? isn't there something so tragic about being able to do nothing but pick up the pieces after each event? of wanting him to stop hurting himself but it seems like he doesn't know how to live unless he's hurting? mori, chinna, 'dija, and jam love bear, but it's not enough.

And what do they know more about than Tim?

everything. in urban legends, they've just started reconnecting. and i've taken that to mean that there was no contact after the shooting. so if we do the math, let's say they were both 16/17 during war games and i've always hc both of them as being around 21 when they meet up again, that's about 4-5 years that tim has missed. people change a lot in just 1 year! to miss around 5??? yeah tim barely knows this man anymore.

and yeah, bear still smiles the same and he still makes outlandish conspiracy theories but bear is so unfamiliar to tim these days. he might as well be a different person. and i think for tim, who is having all these new feelings at seeing bear again, would feel uncomfortable. where is his bear who laughed with his mouth open? where is his bear who didn't have scars on his arms and back? where is his bear who took up the whole room with his personality? tim doesn't know.

the story takes place in the hospital after the attempted sacrifice as tim deals with bear's friends, who are complete strangers to him, just knowing exactly what to do while he fumbles around. one of the scenes that i first wrote was tim sitting in the waiting area struggling to fill out the paperwork. and then bear's friends come in and do it effortlessly.

i hope this answers your questions!! i feel like i got so excited talking about this, it came out a little incoherent lol.

[softcarebears]

bestie what do i do if someone deadass wrote a love song abt me-

i saw your ask but i was too busy and did not get time until now to reply sorryyy😣...(my cambridge igcses start on thursday im scared pls help...im doing food and nutrition first AHHH my practical test for it is next week im scared for my life rn) pls help😭

A LOVE SONG HELLO?! WHATT🤨😱

DIDN'T Y'ALL START SCHOOL LIKE A MONTH AGO DAMN I'VE BEEN IN THIS SCHOOL FOR 5 WHOLE YEARS AND I'VE NEVER GOTTEN A LOVE SONG OR LOVE LETTER *sniff sniff*🤧and i've been crushing and pinning on a close friend of mine who probably doesn't love me backk😞😣☹️ dang i guess you got THAT W RIZZ💥

hmm...ok let's move on to the subject...THEY WROTE A LOVE SONG FOR YOU OK HARRY STYLES JUNIOR I SEE U...WELL BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW ITS ABOUT YOU THO? DID THEY TELL YOU? IS IT A SHE OR A HE OR A PYTHAGORAS EQUATION ? ARE THEY CUTE ? i wanna know ...yknow what write a lengthy essay and tell me all the deets hihihi ( *ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) ⸜( ◜࿁◝ )⸝ ٩(๑> ₃ < )۶♡

honestly i think you should get to know them better first yknow get a little talking stage marinating🤭🤫😏🥵 and all and if you start to get feelings for them GO FOR IT BITCH🏃🏻‍♀️🚴🏻‍♀️🤺 BECAUSE HONESTLY THEY GOT BIG VOLUMPTUOUS JUICY BALLS TO GET THE COURAGE TO DO THAT my "uncommitted and scared of relationships" single lonely ass could never...😣🤡👁👄👁and if you don't feel anything for em just reject them nicely˓˓ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค˒˒

so yea and you also don't know when in your actual lifetime if somebody would write you a love song again...so honestly go for it my snuguflaggus pookie wookie crookie dookie schnooks💗💫

so yea hope you enjoyed my wikihow tutorial (ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

(ALSO IDK IF ITS GONNA WORK I DON'T HAVE A MASTER OR DEGREE IM THE SUBJECT...SO YOU BETTER UPDATE ME MY STRAWBERRY CHERRY PEACH JAM🤯🤡✨🌸🐇🍑🍓🍒)

[generic-doors-ask-blog]

The beginning #1 ----------------------

The excited pitter patter of footsteps filled the once silent dusty air. Muffled giggles and the soft scratching of wood as two friends desperately tried and failed to keep silent.

“I TOLD you it was real! I told you! I told youuuuuu! You owe me ten knobs nerd!”

“SHhhHhHhhHg! Screech!! Your gonna wake everyone up!!! I don’t wanna get into trouble with your parents aga-“

“Tada!”

Screech gestured to a large wooden door. Upon it’s surface contained hundreds of tiny intricate wooden engravings depicting tiny ghosts.

Most of them were asking questions to larger entities, writing or perhaps drawing in what appeared appeared to be even tinier books. Others did their daily routines beneath a large orb with strange rays beaming from it and wearing sunglasses while eating, sleeping, playing..sewing.. Hiding from ..something..scratched out... And it in the middle of it all..contained a quote in a strange language that neither child could comprehend..but ended in a large question mark that was the center of it all. Window brushed its fingers over the tiny intricate wooden engravings on it in silent awe.

“I’ve never seen a door like this before..”

“Cool huh?” Screech said, popping its head out from an even smaller door that was integrated into the larger one.

“Heck yea!” Sally said with an excited shake of its tail.

“Cmon cmon! There’s more inside!”

Sally slipped through small entranceway with ease. It was greeted to a room with a single desk, scattered blank scrolls pelted the floor, bits of shredded fabric lay askew, sewing thread and needles ran amok and small shards of shattered glass peppered the ground. Sally thumped its tail in excitement, carefully lifting up a dark green spool of thread. “This one reminds me of my dad! But..darker!”

Sally reached for another spool, but still with tiny flannel squares.

“Ooo! This one reminds me of ‘60!” Sally said with a little wave of its tail. It tucked the spool into its back fur and kept rummaging through the scattered debris.

Screech picked up an old knarled long peice of wood and twirled it for a second. “I found this earlier. This looks like one of Snare’s arms..but uhh.. wood? Wood thing!”

Sally stopped what it was doing and turned its head to look. “Ooo! Lemme see!”

“Nope. Wood thing is mine!”

“Gimme!” Sally cried.

“Nope! Mine!” And then Screech unceremoniously whacked it over the head with a stick.

“Ow..Gimme!”

Whack.

“Ow, stop! Give it to meee!”

Whack.

Window snapped around, grabbed a large spool of and turned around grinning before striking back with a quick and horrible vengeance. “MPH-“ Screech recoiled, rubbing it’s head. "That..didn't even hurt!"

"Yea, sureee..Now- Gim-"

A loud, ominous creaking sound filled the air from behind the two young entities. Both turned to see the source of the noise only to find a large locked chest behind them. It is somewhat different from the ones that normally appeared in the hotel. It was made from a lighter-colored wood and larger than usual... That, the varnish on it made it look newer than it probably currently was. "Hell yea! Treasure time baby!" Sally said, its hand already reaching into its fur to grab something. "Wait- Sally this wasn't..This wasn't there before.." It's voice trailed off as Sally plucked a pair of lockpicks out of its back fur. Sally took notice, briefly it paused and tilted its head. "What.. Are ya scared?" it said, twirling the the lockpicks around for a second before pointing them at Screech like it was a microphone. Screech recoiled, it's smile became slightly uneasy."PfFT N-no! Just..open it up already!" Window rolled its eyes and began to carefully pick away at the the lock. After a few minutes of non-stop digging, it's eyes narrowed and it's smile began to fade to into pure concentration. "What's taking-" A finger was swiftly jammed into Screech's face. "ShhHHhhhAAAAAND-" Click.

“‘Tah-Dah!”

Screech’s eyes widened in surprise, before curiosity got the best of it and it scrambled over to see what the box contained.

Sally slowly opened the box.. - Only to see 100 pairs of beady eyes stare right back at it. .. ... ...... Two screams were heard across the hotel. - About thirty minutes later -

The sound of a ticking of a grandfather clock was the noise that filled the room once the two children finished retelling the events to several exhausted hotel denizens.

Seek stood at the center of group of parents, its hands had long since risen to cover its face and a muffled groan could be heard from behind them.

Rush, the smile of whom had long since faded away into a look of pure emband concern. and a tiny bit of pride that its child had managed to pick a lock all by itself. started first. "Aaaah, well uhhhh uhmm.." it tapped it's fingers together for a few before clapping its hands. "ANYWAYS, I think it's time you go to bed Sally. You ahhh.. little stinkers shouldn't have been outa bed in the first place-..!" Rush began to scoot Sally out a nearby door with a massive cartoonish hand. "But Paaaaar!! What about the ghosts??" Sally whined. "The adults are talkin about it. Goodnight, sleep tight and don't go around pickin any locks without permission!" It said, it's smile growing slightly wider before lowering its voice. It turned it's head to quickly check before reaching into its fog and pulling out a pair of lock picks and stealthily gave the smaller entity a pair of lockpicks. "Or at least don't get caught, ya coot!" Sally smile grew wide, it grabbed the lockpicks and gave its parent a hug before racing off into the hallway.

Seek raised its head from its hands slightly.

“You too, Screech. It’s late and you shouldn’t have been up in the first place.”

“BuT-“

“Bed. Now.” It said icily, it’s voice no longer cascading and resonating but instead was filled with withering exhaustion.

Screech shrank a little before reluctantly creeping away. Seek’s eye softened a little before raising its head and turning to address small ensemble of entities that sat encircled near the the fateful box.

“Have any of you seen..such a room before?” Seek rubbed it’s eye.

“Nope.”

“Nein.”

“Nah, never seen it.”

“No, have you..?”

“Wait- the kids ain’t in danger?”

Figure shook its head.

“No. ⁿᵒ.”

Jack slowly crept away, while Rueben whispered something to Figure who quietly nodded before quickly departing soon after.

Seek sighed before shaking its head. “How..? How has this room evaded our sight this long? It doesn’t have a label…number..nothing.. and I can’t even find it with ANY of my eyes.” It said, blinking away visions of rooms after fruitless rooms.

“ More ᵐᵒʳᵉ importantly ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ. ⁽ˡʸ﹖⁾ why ᵈⁱᵈ did ⁱᵗ it ⁽ⁱᵗ﹖⁾ ˢʰᵒʷ show ⁱitself ᵗᵒ to them ᵗʰᵉᵐ﹖ ᵃⁿᵈ and ⁿᵒᵗ not ᵘˢ us?” Eyes mused as their gaze drifted towards the box.

“Seek, should we em..be keepin them in there?”

“Here.. let me have a look at them.” Hide calmly over to the chest and knelt down.

“Be careful Hide, we don’t know how they’ll react once freed.” Seek said cautiously as Hide gently opened the chest.

“Shh..” It quietly answered as it carefully cracked the chest’s top open just a peek to peer in. It’s eye dilated before making itself relax.

After a few seconds, it opened the lid wider and slowly placed a hand inside..

..For a few minutes, the room was silent as Hide waited patiently with its hand in the in the box’s lid.

Finally Ambush spoke up. “Should we do somethin because it’s-“

“No, wait- here we go…” Hide murmured, before carefully standing back up with an asker in its hand.

All the entities stared in shock for a moment.

“oh dear.”

“Wait ʷᵃⁱᵗ Didn’t ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ..ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ Sally ˢᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵃʸ Say ᵗʰᵉ The ᵇᵒˣ Box ʷᵃˢ Was..ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ Locked..?”

“W-Wait Seek what’s going on-..?”

“-Is that a fuckin kid…?”

“..Oh my god…how long were they in there?”

“W-wait..T-this one isn’t a c-child..I can tell from the energy they give off..But..” Hide melted a little, still keeping the asker comfortable as possible as it did.

“-yes..I-I did see some b-babies in there-..” Hide said with a hint of despair in its voice.

Ambush’s face fell into a deep frown.

“Oh ain’t that any better? Don’t really matter if they ain’t fuckin kids or not- Some..asshole locked a buncha small entities in a dark cramped container for potentially days on end.”

“I think I’m going to be sick..” Figure trilled, still trying to find its words and with its hands now firmly placed on its ears.

“From..what I can hear..it’s..That’s..that’s just dreadful..but that can’t be true, right Ambush? Besides from Shadow, Halt, and well……..Jeff and El-Goblino….There’s so few resident in the hotel who aren’t here tonight..” Figure’s voice trailed off, unsure of what to say anymore.

Rush’s pupils grew increasingly wider and let out a creaking noise whilst Ambush licked its teeth.

“..Very interestin you mentioned Jeff, Figure.”

Eyes shivered, while Hide quickly put the asker back into the the box and slithered away into a nearby closet while Seek began to bubble.

“But it wouldn’t be all that out’ah his ball park considerin what he and that prey thief did to A-60’s face..”

“We don’t know if he’s done this yet.” Figure gently clicked. “While..I hate Jeff too..I don’t think this his or the prey thief’s doing..I don’t think we should jump to conclusions without reasonable evidence.” Figure’s clicks became more nervous.

While the two talked, Rush carefully pulled the chest toward itself and pulled a granola bar out of its fuzzy fog. Carefully cracking the top of the chest just a little to feed it to them. "Anyone hungry in there..?" Crunch crunch crunch. "There ya go.."

“You don’t have any idea, do ya Fig? Do you even REALIZE what the prey thief is even capable of..? And IM PRETTY DAMN SURE from day one that it hated us for pretty much existing given all it’s done to us so far!!!”

“Ambush, please listen to me! That’s..a good point..but listen..something about this doesn’t seem like..I don’t know-..would..Jeff have something to gain from this..?” Figure trilled back.

"I dunno..I mean what would he have 'ta gain from what he allowed It to do to Wrath..? Knobs? Power?...Is he 'datin the damn thing? I'm as clueless as you are Figure but what he did to it was pretty clearly fuc-!"

".. Cease the chatter about Von Tentacle this instant."

Seek interjected loudly, its voice gripping the room like a vice and its body tense and still.

"..." ".." It melted partially into the floor. "..It is..it is very late... I am very tired..and there are more important things to worry about." Seek said gesturing to the box with a melted hand. "Yea..I don't..Well uh Hey seek?..I'm sorry for bein that guy but I don't think any of these little guys hunt too well..Are you sure it's a good idea to uhhh.. be keepin them up here?..andmaybeweshouldtakethemoutoftheboxnowbecausetheyaregettingreallyantsy.." "You're right. Let me check in on them. Once everything is fine, I'll ask where they want to take up residence or if they even wish to stay." .. Seek carefully opened the chest. This time fully exposing the ghosts to the open air. "Hello in there, I am so very sorry for keeping you in here for so long. Are you all okay? Do you need any food or water?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - ASKS ON -

Also I ONLY HAVE ONE REQUEST OF YOU GUYS..YOU CANNOT REMEMBER ANYTHING BEFORE THE BOX!!!! (unless your human in origin, in which case you know you were human. But not how you got into the box.)

Originally.. I was just gonna have them take the askers to their room. But I figured that it wouldn't be right for Seek or anyone else to leave you guys in the box without at least checking on you to make sure you aren't injured or gaining input on were you guys might want to stay.

So yea ask away!!!

[vortship]

🔮

I'll let you pick who gets to see it. 👁 @the-haunted-office

Send 🔮 and I will write a drabble of a memory that your muse gets to see into.

Hal wasn't exactly a dress-wearer.

Her academy uniform aside, being adorned in fabric of any kind of expense or fanciness had a certain novelty factor to it. If it's what the heist required, she supposed. In this case, top secret files on some new super-ship only governor Julip Litch was allowed to see. From his personal laptop.

Easy enough.

She was able to get herself on the guest list under an alias she realized now she didn't remember, standing at the gate with her hands jammed in the pockets of her dress; teal and cut just above the ankles with an embroidered circuit pattern cascading up from the bottom seam. It even came with custom arm décor, Vortian-style as ever.

Hoards of important looking Vortians gathered, a sea of expensive cyber-enhancements as far as the eye could see, typical of those higher class on her planet. They chatted about things she didn't understand or care about as she made her way in, a broad, sharp-toothed grin hitting her face as soon as she realized just how much free food she was in for.

"I can't recall us inviting such a mischievous creature."

From behind her, the voice of a young woman spoke, a short glimmering dress, horns adorned in gold cuffs. She folded her arms across her chest as she regarded Hal, who looked up at her, bewildered.

"Yeah? And I can't recall asking you for your-"

"Halinor Nima." she spoke her name like a swear, "Don't pretend like everyone doesn't know who you are, girl. Eni told me she saw you."

...stupid, idiot Eni. She would be here.

Time to recoup. And by that she meant flee from the slowly approaching guards who'd been observing the entire scene. She glanced around, prepared to dodge between them, to get out of there and return at a later time. Ugh, she knew she should have gone the sneakier route instead of trying to pass herself off as one of these snobby, low-tech, shoelaces.

"Miki, stop. I invited her."

From the corner of her eye, another figure approached, a girl she recognized. The pride of Region 9 Academy, dressed all in white and gold. She'd never spoken to her, or acknowledged her in any way at school. As far as Hal knew her only friend was that slippery Eni.

"You invited her?" the young woman, 'Miki' challenged, "And I'm guessing Dad knows this trouble-maker is here?"

"Not anymore than he knows how you're texting that low-tech Prux Bentley right in front of your fiance." the girl said flatly, blank expression turning to a glare.

"What!? You- how did you even-?" Miki protested in vain, then sighed, "Fine. Whatever. I don't know what your problem is, Niri, but if that... girl causes any trouble it's gonna be your head. Not mine."

Hal took the opportunity to stick her tongue out and blow a raspberry as the young woman stomped away, muttering to herself. She then turned back to her unlikely savior, the girl in white, Miss Perfect herself.

"Niri Litch." the girl introduced after a brief pause,

"Yeah. I know." Hal let out a bitter laugh, "Top of the class since like, primary. I just didn't know you were hardcore like that."

Niri responded to the teasing with just the slightest hint of a smile before shaking her gold-clad, horned, head.

"Well, we've never actually met so... I just figured..." she trailed off, suddenly seeming nervous, "That was my sister, Miki. She's got her socialite pants on today I guess."

"Ha! Socialite pants! That's funny." Hal offered her a much-too-hard pat on the back, resulting in an audible 'Oof' from her companion.

"I know what people say but... I always found you to be- interesting. You're funny sometimes in class, you say stuff I don't think most people have the courage to-"

"Welp! You know! I just say what comes to my-" Hal interrupted, before something seemed to catch her attention in the distance, "Oho! Guys with trays of stuff! Lets get some! Oh and thanks... probably should have said that before but-"

"Don't worry about it. Let's- do that."

[justumaithoughts]

Life Update

Hey, future me (I know I’ll come back to this post when things are better, and I’ll probably laugh at how cringy I sound). Writing a blog post to myself might seem a bit strange, I could just write my thoughts in my phone note or write an email to my future self. But hey, I’m doing what feels right, so here’s my life update from May 6th, 2024. Life… it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster lately. Just two days ago, I got hit with some pretty shocking news, and, honestly, I couldn’t help but let out a few tears. Even though it’s been ages since I last cried over life stuff, that day just got to me. I know crying won’t magically fix things, but it’s my way of letting out all the stress I've been keeping to myself. I’ve been praying so hard, asking Allah for some peace of mind and a smoother way ahead to achieve my goals. Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not dwelling in sadness or feeling miserable right now. But man, I turned 27 this year, been trying to be a proper adult, while working hard chasing after those big dreams of mine, plus, dealing with the mess COVID left behind? It’s not an easy work (heeheee).

Anyway, I’m trying my best to take things one day at a time, not letting stuff I can’t control stress me out too much. And you know what? There’s still plenty of good stuff going on in my life right now. Whether it’s getting obsessed over my current favourite K-drama (although I already know I’m gonna feel lost and experience post-series depression syndrome once it’s over), catching up with old friends, or making new friends with people who just get me, who have the same way of thinking as me, there’s always something to smile about. And I’m beyond grateful that my family and friends are doing well in life and that they are healthy too. After my mom’s heart troubles from 2022 to 2023, her surgery earlier this year was a success, alhamdulillah. As for me, I’m set on getting back into my exercise routine, starting with a morning run tomorrow. Work’s as always full of deadlines and ideas block and so little time, but somehow I’m still managing to find the inspiration to design those websites for clients, especially when the pressure’s on hahahaha.

All in all, despite the drizzle, there’s still a lot to be thankful for. Even if I don’t always understand why Allah makes me go through what I'm going through right now, I’m positive that things will work out for the best because Allah's plan is the best plan. And even if it’s a bit stormy now, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a bright, shiny rainbow. Just gotta keep giving it my all. I hope I will never lose hope and always be positive in facing things in my life, just like now, I hope that I continue to be the hardworking person who is always eager to be better and learn new things each day.

Oh, before I forget, let me drop my current jam here: Lizzy McAlpine's “I Guess.”

Alright, time for bed, I’m exhausted and in serious need of some deep sleep.

[chorusfm]

Tokyo Police Club – Forcefield

Have you ever felt like an album compelled you to buy it? That strange, out of body experience that lures you towards the record in hopes that you’ll take a chance on listening to it? Funny enough, that seemed to happen to me in the case of Tokyo Police Club and their third studio album, Forcefield. I was browsing the record bins at my local shop when I saw behind the counter a white-covered LP that simply said “Tokyo Police Club – Forcefield” in a faded-stylized stamp. Having heard of the band through my friend at work, there was something in the world that told me I needed to have that record. What I wasn’t expecting when I first let the needle hit the vinyl was for Tokyo Police Club to quickly become one of my favorite bands in the world. Forcefield takes your breath away, from the early opus of “Argentina” to the cautious closing of “Feel The Effect,” the 9-song LP hits all the intended targets and still left room for future growth on subsequent releases. I would later backtrack through the band’s catalog of their debut EP, A Lesson In Crime, their first full-length of Elephant Shell, and the brilliance found on their breakthrough record, Champ. Forcefield still holds its own to this day, albeit ten years down the road from its release, and I’m just as drawn in to its magic. Coming off the success of Champ, Tokyo Police Club could’ve gone in a multitude of directions given the newfound spotlight on their band. “We struggled with finding our spot as a band and owning what we were,” lead singer/bass player Dave Monks said. “Everyone expected us to come out with another record like (2010’s) Champ, but we didn’t feel comfortable going on the same road we were on. We wanted to go somewhere else; an upward move, not lateral, so we starting writing and looking around for something new.” By exploring the depths of their sound and by letting their creativity take hold, Tokyo Police Club cemented themselves as one of the most interesting indie rock bands in the scene. After sifting through the brilliant opener of “Argentina (Parts I, II, and III),” it seems as if anything would be possible from this talented band. The first track has everything you’d want in a career-spanning song that shifts directions at the drop of a hat, and thrills from start to finish. Lead single “Hot Tonight” is a more straight-forward pop-rock song that has a great hook, beat, and overall vibe to it that can instantly turn your day around for the better. The band continued to tinker with this pop-sheen sound on “Miserable,” and “Gonna Be Ready” sounded as close to the vibe they went for on Champ. The bass-heavy “Beaches” is a perfect summer jam that finds the beauty in Monks’ lyrics, as the second verse opens with, “Happens all the time / Two sides of an endless story / This story is mine, (turn the page) / People write their names across beaches.” The simplistic storytelling comes across really well, and it takes a certain type of songwriter to find a clever way to express full emotions through lyrical wordplay. Monks makes it all look easy, and his bandmates rally around his every lyric. ”Toy Guns” features a pop-heavy refrain of, “When every other kid on the block has a shotgun / I’ve never known the difference between the toys and the real ones / When every other kid on the block has a problem / I’m just one I’m just one,” as the band continue to explore the depths of their creativity, all paired with the dual-guitar attack from Josh Hook and Graham Wright. Drummer Greg Alsop is also an underrated player on Forcefield, as he picks his spots strategically for fills or restraint, depending on the need in the song. Other late tracks like “Tunnel Vision” and the summery ballad of “Through The Wire” paint a picture of a band getting ready for the care-free days of spring turning to summer. By the time you reach the sweeping closer of “Feel The Effect,” Tokyo Police Club have made their mark on your soul to ensure that they will be memorable for the rest of your days on this… https://chorus.fm/reviews/tokyo-police-club-forcefield/

[golden-gypsy]

Oh Tumblr is an amazing place when find your people. Sometimes it takes a while but I'll bet you'll make lots of wonderful friends. I have and I can't imagine not having them in my life to talk to.

I don't write sadly. I have never been blessed with the creative gene but I love to read. That's fantastic that you want to write a novel eventually and what a smart idea to start with fic! I will be sure to read yours when time allows.

And this is auch a fun idea and a great way to get to know others. The holidays can be so hectic so it's nice to have one small thing that is just about bringing joy to someone else.

The novel you plan on writing, what genre will it be?And other than writing and music so you have any other interests? I love your url btw. May I ask what it is in reference to?

Until next time

🤶🏼

Hello! Thanks so much for the lovely ask!

Have you been on tumblr long? I'll admit, I have a bit of a social media phobia 😅 so I kinda surprised myself when I started this thing. Thought doing this secret santa would be a good way to come of my social media shell 😊.

Yeah, I thought it would be good practice to try to write a mulit-chapter fic before attempting the other idea I had 😂. For all I know, I could be a horrid writer 😅. I got an image of a scene in my head when listening to the song Rearviewmirror by Pearl Jam and just kinda started writing a story around that. It was originally with all OCs, but then I rewrote it as fanfiction to post. Wasn't originally gonna post it, but I figured that would be good practice too haha. I actually haven't even gotten to the original chapters I wrote in the story yet...

Oh and don't feel obligated to read my fic at all! I love readers and feedback, but don't feel like you have to read it ❤.

The idea I have for the novel... I guess I would say it's more in the fantasy genre, with some romance in it. I've written down alot of ideas for it, characters, general plot, etc, but I havent started writing it yet. Fantasy is my favorite genre to read (my fic is not that genre though). What is your favorite genre to read?

Well, I like reading, playing video games when there's time. I have an art degree and recently got a job teaching. My areas are drawing and painting. What are some of your hobbies?

Where did golden gypsy come from? Of course you can ask! But, its not really anything too creative I'm afraid haha. Golden is a reference to type of dog I have. Gypsy is from the Fleetwood Mac song (they're one of my favorite bands).

Yes, the holidays can be so busy, but I love it. Do you have alot of shopping you do for the holidays? I'm not done with mine yet, but I hope to finish next weekend.

Thanks for your lovely messages so far! I hope you have a great weekend!

And... sorry if I was too wordy. That tends to happen sometimes.

[flwoie]

eh im actually kinda not okay but i will be 💞🥰 enhypen has rlly been getting me through it tho, they’re one of the few things that make me happy these days 🥺😊 (so yes, these wonnies are super appreciated 🥺 i watched his dance jam w seungie and it made me think of u and i~! wonnie and seungie biases just collectively crying over these cuties dancing to rover 😭💗)

okay i wanna unveil myself when i post the fic but…based on how it’s going it may be slightly past the deadline if that’s okay?? it’s a LONG ONE!! so i may unveil myself sooner so we can…discuss…some things? i’m tryna make it as customized to u as possible, so a lot of the major decisions the reader makes, i want to be decisions u would make urself! that’s why it’s taking me a bit longer to write it 😅💞

omg u have a few blogs in mind?? which ones lol im intrigued!! i won’t give it away but there are some things to note:

1.) we did not know each other before this event 2.) we have some groups in common but besides enha there were none we liked/knew abt strongly enough to be friends over them and 3.) i messed up and accidentally interacted w u OFF anon ON MY MAIN by complete accident so uh yeah. u prolly know unless u got a bunch of interactions that day and my acc got lost in them 😅

ooh that’s so cool abt ur name! i quite like the first one too hehe! it def suits the story. now that i know this next step…it gets even more interesting, im so sorry 😭

take care darling!! next ask i think i might unveil myself~ we’ll see tho! 👀 no promises 😉

qotd: how long have u been an engene for? were u part of their iland days too?

for me, i was there when iland came out but the show’s format rlly upset me and i lost interest in kpop for a hot minute. then came back and now look at me. i’ve never been so attached to a group before besides when i first found kpop 😭

have a good night!! i adore you~!!

-3

THREEE!! it’s fine if post it past the deadline, take ur time, i’ll wait 🫶🫶 and i can’t wait to finally see who u are 🤭🤭

well there were two blogs i had in mind, honour (skyjoong) and the one i’m writing for which i can’t say yet lmaoo, i’ll be surprised if you’re not the one i had in mind 😭😭 and i just saw the hints u gave out and i’m gonna look through my tags 🤨 #curious

and ooh i love a cliché story! is there gonna be a sad ending? i’m a sucker for those 😭

answering time!!

tbh i can’t remember when i became an engene 🤷 i was there when iland came out but i gave up on the first episode and i told myself i’d start stanning the final lineup THEN I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THEM UNTIL A YEAR OR TWO LATER, A FRIEND OF MINE WAS INTRODUCING ME TO THEM and yeah, that’s how i became an engene. not too long ago tbh cause i was a big moa during those times

it’s ironic cause i’m answering this at night but gn three <33

[mashep23]

Traffic Jam Session

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: +1.5K

Warnings: Nat being ridiculously confident and flirtatious? I think that deserves a warning. This is just pure self-indulgent fluff.

Summary: Stuck in a traffic jam, another commuter requests that you turn your music up

Inspired by this meet-cute prompt:

We are caught in an extreme traffic jam and have been sitting next to each other, parked, for the last five minutes. Your radio is playing my absolute favorite song so I ask you to turn it up. We spend the rest of the slow traffic aggressively singing along to the music at each other.

Prompt list found here

A/N: I tweaked the prompt just a little, hope it's still enjoyable. This was so much fun to write!

Thank you to @river-soul for her incredible beta skills and endless patience 😭❤️ and @whisperlullaby for workshopping with me 💗

Disclaimer: gif not mine

It's a decently warm day, sunny and clear, and the azure blue sky is dotted sparsely with clouds. A breeze blows through the car windows, playing with the feathers on your dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror while you're stuck in traffic. You had been creeping along for the better part of 20 minutes, but you've been at a standstill now for almost five.

Typically one to drive home in silence to decompress, today the stillness and lack of road noise makes you want to turn on some music instead. Since nothing playing on the local stations feels right, you sync your car Bluetooth with your phone and scroll through your music streaming apps. A playlist you made simply entitled "Happy" seems to fit your mood and the gorgeous weather so you press Shuffle All and settle back in your seat.

The soothing, light-hearted Put Your Records On filters through the speakers and you can't help the smile that curves your lips as you close your eyes. Propping your arm on the window, head on your hand, you bask in the sun's warmth. You periodically crack open an eye to check on the car in front of you but there's no change. Everyone on the road has parked and resigned themselves to the long wait.

Your playlist contains a wide variety of genres, cherry-picked songs that unfailingly lift your mood. They're radio hits, usually well-known songs, and easy to sing along with. You happily bop your way through your playlist, getting a little more energetic, singing along to each song.

Walking on Sunshine just finishes and the next song is cueing when you hear a sweet voice ask lowly, "Do you mind turning it up a little?" You grin and twist the volume knob so I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) plays louder before looking to the eavesdropper that's enjoying your tunes.

Holy shit. How did you not notice the car next to you? There is no way they were there the whole time. They're all beautiful. Two men, two women - blondie is driving, two brunettes are in the back seat, and a redhead is in the passenger seat. She was the one that spoke and she grins gratefully, leaning closer, head tilted out the window. You turn it up a little more as she starts singing along.

You grin widely and start singing with her. Her companions in the car laugh and join in good naturedly, cheering as the two of you belt the call-and-answer part of the song.

When the song ends, you're both breathlessly laughing, smiles wide. You turn your stereo volume down even as the next song starts to play and stretch out for a high five. She gives your hand a satisfying slap as she laughs joyfully.

"That was so fun! Thank you so much, I love that song."

"I do too! You're a great partner! And the back-ups were awesome!" You playfully finger-gun point at the driver and backseat passengers. They cheerfully laugh and thank you. You don't remember the last time you smiled this hard.

"I'm glad you didn't mind - I could barely hear it. I had Steve try to get closer but that didn't really help much, so I just decided to ask you." She gives you a sheepish but pleased smile and you return it.

"Oh no I don't mind! I haven't had this much fun in ages!" You can't seem to stop smiling but maybe it's okay because she's smiling at you, too.

"I'm Nat," she says suddenly, and you don't hesitate to tell her your name. She repeats it quietly, still smiling softly at you.

There's a stretch of silence, you're both just looking at each other and one of her friends clear their throat, causing you both to blink. You think maybe you should be embarrassed but she doesn't appear fazed in the slightest.

"In the spirit of introductions, hello beautiful. I'm Sam." The male brunette sitting behind Nat says smoothly after his light cough. "This is Wanda, up there is Steve." He gestures to the woman beside him and to the driver, respectively.

Your gaze never leaves Nat. You can't tear your eyes from her even as Sam speaks, catching the quick tightness around the edges of her mouth before it relaxes again as you smile and respond to her rather than Sam.

"It's nice to meet you," you say sincerely to Nat. Her answering pleased expression as she returns the sentiment warms you. A pleasant tightness fills your chest as her lips quirk at something Sam mutters under his breath. The woman next to him, Wanda, laughs quietly.

"So, you know, we're gonna be here for a while. Let's see what else you got to listen to." Nat grins expectantly at you with a raised brow and you mirror her expression as you turn the knob.

You're pretty sure you've found your soulmate when her eyes spark in delight and she belts along effortlessly to Sweet Caroline, arms spreading dramatically as she almost nails the driver, Steve, in his face with the back of her hand. Sam and Wanda cackle as he shoves her arm away in mock affront and she sticks her tongue out at him.

You can't help but laugh at their antics, watching her perform, directing her friends' involvement ("bah, bah, bahh") before she turns to you ("so good, so good, so good!"). This is quickly becoming one of the best times you've ever had.

The song continues, both of you sharing the lead, absolutely ridiculous and uncaring of the scene you're making. If anyone in the surrounding cars felt disgruntled at the impromptu concert, you'd never know it. The girl in the car next to you has your undivided attention.

You're not sure how long it's been, how many songs you've played and sang along to, but after a while, traffic slowly creeps to life. Steve taps Nat on the arm during a lull between songs and you lower the volume as she turns to him. He gestures at the line of cars ahead, the ones directly in front still unmoving but in the distance you see brake lights releasing, vehicles rolling forward.

She turns back to you, chewing the inside of her lip as she looks at you thoughtfully. She seems to make a decision and reaches her hand out to you.

"Here, let me see your phone real quick." She makes a single gimme motion, fingers flicking closed then open as you hand the device over. Your lips spread into a wide smile at the triumphant look that crosses her face.

She beams at you before dropping her gaze to the phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen. You hear an unfamiliar notification tone and she pulls a phone from her lap, holding it up to show you.

"I text myself from your phone. Now we have each other's numbers. I wanna be able to call you later." She's unabashedly smug as she hands your phone back and you wonder if your face shows just how pleased you are.

You look down at the message thread she left open for you, the unsaved number displayed at the top.

"Traffic Jam Hottie 😍"

The single line of text and emoji sent from your phone to the number makes you bite your lip and shyly cover your smile with your fingertips. You look at her with raised eyebrows and she correctly interprets your unasked question and shrugs.

"That's your contact name. I'll probably never change it, not even after we get married."

It's sly and nonchalant, how she slips that in there, smooth as you please. Your jaw drops and her friends all seem to choke on air but her gaze, locked on you, is unwavering. The flirtatious expression on her face is simultaneously sincere and mischievous as she watches for your reaction.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, your chest feels tight and pleasantly warm. Your smile stretches so wide your cheeks hurt as she winks and you're so giddy, you don't care how eager you look in this moment.

You quickly save her contact information and smirk, wiggling your phone at her.

"I'd hope not. I think having matching contact info is pretty cute and kinda romantic. A fun story for the wedding toasts." You grin cheekily.

Her expression shifts, full of mischief, a quirk of her eyebrow that makes your breath hitch and sets your heart racing as her friends whoop with glee at your banter. Her lips spread in a sly smile and you can't help but return it. You're positive you've never smiled this much in your life.

Too soon, the gridlock lets up and you both start moving with traffic. The cars in front of you begin to roll, the lane speeds varying enough to cause you to separate. She's still grinning at you as they get further ahead. You can faintly hear their teasing and you catch a glimpse of her profile, smiling and laughing, before she's no longer visible.

They take an exit as you continue on and you barely have a moment to mourn that they're out of view before your phone vibrates in your lap. Picking it up, you grin madly at the screen, the contact "Traffic Jam Hottie 😍" scrolling across the top.

Accepting the call, you hear it connect through you car speakers, her friends still audible in the background. Your heart stutters when she purrs her greeting.

"Hey hottie."

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Tagging some of my amazing discord family: @buckyownsmylife @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

[watchmegetobsessed]

Our song - Harry Styles

this one was inspired by the jingleball performance bc it was pure perfection and UGHH im obsessed.

dedicated to my dear friend @dontworrysunflower

disclaimer: the song Homesick by Dua Lipa is featured in this fic as an original work of Harry and the reader, but it’s obviously an existing song, I just thought that it would be the song they write

pairing: Harry x vocalist!reader

word count: 5.3k

masterlist

You’ve felt the adrenaline rush take over your body many times in your life and they were all different in some kind of way. The one you felt when you were about to write an important test in school, the one that bubbled through your veins when you got your first kiss. The one that rolled through your limbs and chest when you first performed in front of people that weren’t your parents and the one you felt when you got the news that you were chosen to tour with none other than Harry Styles as his vocalist, singing on his stage every other night in a different city and different country.

But none of those were anything like the feeling that takes over every time you stand on that stage, your microphone that’s labelled with your name right in front of you as thousands of people are screaming in the jam-packed arena. Though it’s not you they come to see and listen to, but you are part of the magic and it’s quite enough for you.

You could never be the one standing at the front with all the lights shining down on your frame, having every gaze in the place glued to you, listening to your voice. That brings the kind of anxiety you’re quite sure you wouldn’t be able to handle. You are perfectly fine standing in the back, being the support system while staying on the down-low as someone else shines at the front, in your case, it’s Harry.

You applied for the job with a reason, already having a huge appreciation for him as an artist, adoring his work so far, especially Fine Line. Upon hearing about the opportunity to be part of his tour, you didn’t hesitate to send your application in and following three auditions, you got the phone call that they wanted you on board.

He swept you right off your feet the first time you met him, but you didn’t expect less from him. Everything you heard about him being the most wonderful person to every walk the planet were proven to be nothing but the truth. You hit it off so easily and become close through the process of rehearsals. His odd little jokes, that funny laugh of his and the way he always peeks over his shoulder to meet his eyes with yours made you fall for him faster than you’d have ever thought you could.

Just as fast as your feeling for Harry developed, tour caught up on you and before you could blink twice, you were living on the road, always dressing from your suitcase, waking up in a different city every other morning.

The foreign studio feels a little odd, but still somehow familiar as you walk in with your water and notebook under your arm. Random studio sessions with Harry became a regular not long after tour kicked off. Harry’s creative juices were overflowing and he was aching to record his creations, constantly renting random studios near the hotel you lot were staying currently and one night, when some of you all were hanging out in his suit, he asked if you’d be down helping him record vocals for a song he’s been working on.

“I want to hear it with your voice instead of mine,” he told you leaning against the wall, a glass of whatever Mitch mixed him in his hands.

“Getting bored of your own voice?” you teased him, bringing his dimples out with the smile that plastered across his lips.

“Could say that. Are you up for it?”

There was no way you would have said no. So the next morning you found yourself in a studio somewhere in Sacramento, singing the vocals to a song no one else has heard other than you and Harry.

The tour has now reached Denver, you can’t wait to be on the stage tonight, but before that, you are having another quick session with Harry in the studio.

When you walk in, his head perks up from his leather notebook he always keeps on himself, filled with his scribbled lyrics. A smile stretches across his lips when his green eyes fall on your frame.

“Hey! Hope it’s not too early for you,” he softly says standing up from the chair as you put your stuff down to the small table in the corner.

“No, managed to get a good night sleep still,” you smile at him, taking a quick look around, though this recording room is just like the others you’ve been in.

“I think I figured out that part we struggled with last time. Changed up the ending a bit, would you mind giving it another go?”

You nod looking down at his notes, seeing the changes he has made in the vocals.

“Changed anything else?” you ask as you watch him get ready for the recording.

“Yeah, rewrote a few lines, think they are fitting better now.”

“Have you recorded them yet?”

“Will do now,” he tells you shaking his head.

Soon enough you find yourself standing behind the mic, headset covering your ears as you are waiting for Harry to start recording and the music to play in your ears. Once he shows up his thumb you do the same and a moment later the song you’ve heard last time you two were working starts flowing from the headset and you stare down at the notes in front of you, waiting for the moment when you have to start singing.

It takes you a few runs to nail it down, but when you finally do, you can see the satisfied grin on Harry’s face and you think to yourself that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make him like this anytime.

“That was fantastic,” he beams once you join him at the screens where you see your voice appear as a pattern over a straight line. Harry does his usual magic before leaving it be. “Mind assisting recording my part?” he asks turning to you with an excited smile.

Nodding you let him tell you what to do and once he is all set behind the mic, you start the recording and the song. You listen to him in awe. There hasn’t been a moment when you didn’t feel the shiver running down your spine when he started singing. You are convinced a choir of angels is hidden in his throat, because it’s hard to believe he is just as human as everyone else.

He sings the whole song three times before he joins you again, listening back to what you have so far. The song is coming along pretty well and you can tell by the time he finishes it, it’s gonna be perfect. Everything he does is just pure perfection, whether he likes to admit it or not.

“You know how it would be absolutely perfect?” he asks you on your way back to the hotel. The two of you grabbed a coffee as well, so now you’re sipping on the hot drink, enjoying the somewhat sunny weather.

“Hm?”

“I think it would be best if a female voice sang the whole thing and the male was just the vocal.”

“Who do you think would fit best for it then?” you ask, immediately thinking of singers that could be perfect for the song. It wouldn’t be the first time Harry would sell a song to someone else, so you’re not surprised he is thinking about this kind of change.

“Y/N, I found the voice already,” he chuckles and you give him a puzzled look. “You. You are singing the song, I don’t need anyone else.”

“I’m not a solo singer,” you protest.

“There’s no such thing as solo or not solo. You’re a singer and a bloody good one. I want you to sing it.”

“But it would go to waste, because I would never actually perform it.”

“How are you so sure about that?” he smirks slyly at you, immediately making you nervous.

“Harry, I don’t sing solo,” you shake your head stubbornly, but he rolls his eyes at you.

“You could just try it. Let’s just record the song next time with you in the lead and then we can talk about the rest.”

“I’m fine recording, but I will never perform it,” you tell him, but his look makes you think he has other plans.

When tour reaches Dallas, the song gets a version with you singing solo and Harry doing the vocals in it. And though you had doubts about the switch, listening back to it you can tell how much it helped. It really is better with a female voice, though you are still convinced it shouldn’t be you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sell it to someone? I’m fine with that,” you ask him before the show in Dallas. You’re sitting on the table in his dressing room while he is painting his nails, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“I told you, I like it with your voice. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because I’m not a—“

“Fuck’s sake if you dare to tell me one more time that you’re not a solo singer, I’m firing you, Y/N!” he snaps, giving you a hard look, but you just laugh at his temper.

“It’s the truth.”

“Have you ever tried to go solo?”

“Not for years,” you admit and watch him screw the nail polish closed, pushing it aside, his hands lying flat on the table as he is carefully waiting for them to dry.

“So then how do you know you are no good at it?”

“Because I hated it back then, so I most likely would hate it now as well,” you state matter-of-factly, but Harry doesn’t seem amused by your answer.

“So you think you haven’t changed a bit in years? I hope you know that’s absolute bollocks.”

“Why are you so keen on making me sing solo?” you sigh, giving him a tired look. It feels like the two of you have been running the same circles since forever. It’s not his first attempt to get you sing more than just the vocals, he once wanted to do a cover and needed a partner because it was a duet and begged you for weeks to sing with him, but you didn’t give in. You just couldn’t.

“Because I think that you are a talented singer and I want you to feel the adrenaline rush performing gives you.”

“I do get that rush every time I sing behind you. That’s enough for me.”

Harry shakes his head pressing his lips tight together.

“That’s not the same as being in the lead. It’s a whole different world.”

“Yeah, one that makes me shit my pants,” you chuckle and he can’t push a smile back.

“Maybe we should just work on it. Your anxiety. I think we could actually make you feel better if we tried.”

“I still don’t know where this obsession with me being solo comes for you.”

Harry stands up, takes one last look at his nails before he steps closer smiling down at you softly and you bite into your bottom lip, realizing how close he is standing to you. His fingers tap in your cheek gently, running them down to your chin as he tilts your head up a bit.

��Just accept it, Love,” he smiles softly before stepping away and carrying on with his routine.

That evening, you stand at the back with the other two vocalists, eyes glued to Harry’s figure at the front of the stage, you watch him pour his soul out to the audience, interact with them and reach that state of mind you have never been able to get into. You know what he told you about performing is true, yet you are still terrified to do it yourself. It’s too nerve wrecking to have everyone look at and listen to you, so many chances to mess it up and make a fool out of yourself.

But when Harry’s eyes meet yours and he shoots you a warm smile, something shifts in you. The urge to have this connection with not just the audience and the song, but with him takes over your whole body and you make up your mind to at least give it a try.

Harry is ecstatic when you tell him later that night that you changed your mind. You see that sparkle in his eyes and it was already worth for you, just seeing him react like that.

“Though I have a few suggestions to change the lyrics.”

“You do?” he asks, seemingly surprised, but mostly amused that you had the balls to come out with it.

“Yeah. Just some tiny details.”

“Why haven’t you told me about these before?”

“Because it was your song. But if you want me to sing it, it has to be mine as well.” Harry stares back at you with a smile that’s filled with pride and joy, making your heart flutter in your aching chest as you think about performing solo.

“Our song,” he softly says nodding his head.

Arriving to Houston the two of you are quick to book a studio and work on the song. Harry lets you make any changes you desire on the lyrics, even says you did justice to it and that you should have spoken up earlier about your ideas. And then you record it.

It’s not that you have to sing the whole song and not just the vocals this time. You are completely fine with Harry hearing you sing, it’s the thought of performing it in front of anyone that’s not him, that’s what makes you turn into a wreck.

You record Harry’s vocals and once it’s all put together, you are blown by the outcome. You wouldn’t have thought Harry’s voice as the vocal would compliment you in the lead, but it’s just absolutely perfect and even you can’t find anything wrong with it.

“Love, this is what Heaven sounds like, I’m telling you,” he smirks at you from the chair beside you, playing the song for the tenth time, not able to get enough of the final product.

“You are so cheesy,” you shake your head, but feel the blush heating up your cheeks. His eyes linger on you a little longer before he turns back to the screen.

When the song is over he finally stops is so silence comes over the studio. Harry turns back to face you, his green eyes basically burning a hole into your head.

“So, when are we going to perform it?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea,” you sigh looking down at your hands fumbling with your shirt.

“And I do think it is. So I’m not stopping until you at least try it.”

Harry Styles gets what he wants. Always. And this time, no matter how hard you try to resist him, you just can’t deny this from him. Though it takes him time to talk you up, in Washington he finally gets you to give it a try in an empty stadium.

Most of the crew is out, since the building has been finished about half an hour before, so everything is perfectly set for tonight’s show when you walk out to the stage, following Harry in his heels. He asked the piano to be brought to the front along with a mic on it and another one on a stand next to it. The two of you quietly put on your earpieces, doing everything as if it was a usual occasion before a concert, only that this time the roles will be entirely switched.

“It’s fine, alright? No one is around,” he tells you when he sees how nervous you are to sing the song for the first time outside a studio.

“There are some backstage,” you mumble under your breath, not expecting him to do anything about it.

But he does. You watch him walk backstage, completely dumbfounded about what he is doing. He disappears from your sight and a few moments later you hear him shouting at the back.

“No one comes to the stage until I say so! Yea? Thanks!” he orders and then walks back as if he didn’t just boss around the whole crew.

“They will think you’re some kind of crazy celebrity,” you chuckle when he returns, a small smirk playing on his pink lips.

“Don’t care, Darling. Now sing you heart out for me.”

Harry sits on the piano bench, his fingers getting settled on the keys before he looks up to meet your anxious eyes.

“It’s alright. Just you and me, yea?”

Nodding you gulp hard and jump a little when he starts playing the melody the two of you have been working on for so long. You hear all the notes and you know you have to start singing, but you miss the opening. Harry stops and looks at you, as you move your eyes down to the ground, ashamed you messed up immediately.

“S-Sorry, I just—“

“How can I help?” he asks right away, not even caring about the fact that you messed up, focused on figuring out a way that would help you.

“I don’t know. I really don’t,” you sigh, feeling your nerves getting worse with each passing moment.

“Come sit next to me,” he then tells you motioning for you to join him on the bench.

“What?”

“Take your mic and sit next to me,” he repeats, scooting over to make you space. Hesitantly, you pull the mic out of the stand and walking over you sit next to him. “Now you are not in the center. Just listen to the music, watch my hands on the keys, okay?”

You nod, running your tongue over your dry lips as you hold the mic to your mouth before Harry starts playing again.

After the first few notes you close your eyes and when it’s time for you to start singing, Harry leans a little against you, giving you a kind of push to just do it. And it works.

It feels a little as if it’s not even you who starts singing, but it is. Your voice fills the empty arena along with the piano’s melody and keeping your eyes closed a little longer you let your mind settle. When the first verse ends you open them and watch his hands work on the keys, right as he starts singing the vocals, leaning a little forward so his voice reaches his mic.

It’s different. It’s electric and freeing, hear your voice through the massive speakers, to be in the lead and have Harry be just the support in the song. But it feels so right, better than anything you’ve ever felt.

Line after line, you hit all the notes and by the end of the song you are able to strip all your fears down and give yourself over to the music completely. As you sing the last few notes you feel Harry’s eyes on you and turning to face him, you are met with his warm, pride-filled smile and bright eyes, glued to you while his fingers press down the last notes.

The music dies down, the voice of the piano vibrates in the air a little longer until it completely disappears and the silence returns into the stadium.

“Love,” Harry quietly calls out for you and you turn completely towards him. “That was absolutely perfect.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper, your eyes never leaving his gaze.

“I know so,” he huffs, smile widening. He brings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as you let out a breath you’ve been holding in for way too long.

He doesn’t try to make you perform that evening, knowing well it was enough for one day, but he does make you sing it with him in each city in the upcoming weeks. Before every concert, he empties out the area around the stage and the two of you sit down at the piano, singing your song until you feel comfortable enough to stand next to the instrument instead of sitting next to him.

The tour reaches New York and Madison Square Garden is getting ready to host Harry Styles for two evenings. The place is massive and you find yourself sitting at the edge of the stage when Harry emerges from backstage.

“Looks wild, right?” he asks sitting next to you, his thigh brushing against yours as he gets seated.

“Yeah. Pretty amazing.”

“This place has the most magical vibe.” “Yeah?” Turning to him you watch him take the arena in, his eyes glistening at the sight in front of him. You know it’s not his first time performing here, but it’s nice to see the excitement in his eyes regardless.

That feeling returns to your chest, the one you felt when Harry told you he wanted you to sing the song. The urge to be part of this amazing something that’s so much bigger than you.

“H?”

“Yea?” he turns to you smiling.

“Can I… Do you think we could sing our song tonight?”

You watch the pure surprise and excitement wash over his face, his smile stretching across his face as he stares back at you in awe.

“You want to sing it?”

Shyly, you nod your head and in a heartbeat his arms lock around you, pulling you into the tightest hug. The two of you almost fall off the stage, laughing together at his dramatic reaction.

“Of course we can sing it, Love. Would be an honor!”

Harry is quick to let the band know about the addition for tonight’s set and though everyone seems surprised, they are all supportive about your solo. As the time goes and the concert gets closer, you can feel the nerves building up and soon enough, you start to doubt your choice to sing the song tonight.

Right before it’s time to go on stage Harry takes your hand and pulls you aside, taking your face in his hands gently, making you look into his eyes.

“I know you are doubting yourself, but just know that I’m very proud of you, even if you decide to not sing the last minute.”

“I could do that?” you whisper, your hands finding his sides and you let them rest on him, a way to ground yourself in the windwhirl of your thoughts.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to make you do something you don’t really want. Though I know you will be amazing if you choose to sing.”

Nodding you let a weak smile appear on your lips and you notice as his eyes flicker down to them before he moves his gaze up to your eyes. He then pulls you into a proper hug before walking back to the rest of the band and vocalists.

Everything goes as usual and once again, you can’t take your eyes off Harry on the stage. Just watching him perform fills you up with life, enough to keep you from running away. About halfway into the set, as the crowd is still cheering after the previous song, Harry jogs over to you.

“You ready?” he asks over the noise and before you could think about it, you nod your head.

Two guys from the crew pushes the piano further to the front and they help to set everything up as you awkwardly stand at the side. Once your mic is in the stand you walk over there, heart hammering in your chest, hands shaking like crazy.

“I have a special song for you tonight,” Harry announces into the microphone as he makes his way over to the piano. “Please welcome the lovely Y/N here, who is gonna enchant you with a song we’ve been working on lately.”

The crowd screams and you allow yourself to look around with a weak smile. So many people, you think to yourself, everyone watching you.

“It’s called Homesick, and it means so much to us, so we hope you’ll like it Justas much as we do,” Harry adds before settling on the bench and his eyes find yours. “I’m proud of you,” you see him say, only able to read his lips since the crowd is screaming so loud. “Ready?” he asks and you nod, taking a shaky breath.

He sends you a warm comforting smile before glancing down at the keys and then he starts playing. 

Just like the first time, you close your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the melody and nothing else. The lump in your throat is quite uncomfortable, but you open your eyes and see that Harry is looking straight at you, nodding in encouragement, as his fingers push down the keys to the notes right before you have to start.

“Here, where the sky’s falling, I’m covered in blue, I’m running and I’m crawling, fighting for you…”

Harry smiles wide when your voice flows through the speakers, filling the whole place, making everyone go quiet in a heartbeat as the song carries on. You feel your chest slowly deflating, the nerves cooling down with each sung note.

“You give me a reason, something to believe in, I know, I know, I know. You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in, I know, I know, I know…”

The chorus comes out perfect, your voice melting together with the piano and you finally feel your muscles relax as you slowly let go of every toxic thought that’s been tainting your mind. Harry leans closer to his microphone and his voice gently joins yours in the next verse.

“There’s a crack in my window, a bird in my room, angels all over that watch over you…”

Chills run down your spine hearing his voice, your eyes never leaving his gaze that’s fixated on your standing figure. You get lost in him and the song, something that came from the both of you, a piece of you and him. Standing there, singing this piece makes you feel closer to him than ever and you desperately want this feeling to last forever, hoping the song never ends though you know it’s gonna happen.

“When I’m walking on water all my dreams have come true. Still nothing means nothing without you…”

Homesick is exactly the feeling that bubbles inside you when you think of Harry. Because there’s this man you love so much, who is a home away from home to you, yet you still feel like you can’t be home entirely. Not in the way you’d want to. But standing on the stage in the spotlight, singing together with him as thousands of people are watching the two of you, yet you still manage to forget about them, for a moment, you feel like you finally arrived home. You are there, with him.

“Tell my heart to lie, but I know deep inside it’s true. That I wish I was there with you. That I wish I was there with you, oh I wish I was there with you.”

He plays the end of the song without tearing his eyes away from you, and there’s just a heartbeat of silence before the crowd starts screaming deafeningly, but that short moment… is yours and his.

Tugging your hair behind your ears with your shaky hands, your eardrums on the verge of breaking as you let out a laugh that was kind of a sob as well, relief washing over your body. Harry is quick to jump to his feet and rushing over he envelopes you in a tight hug.

“I’m so so so proud of you, Love. You were everything!” he mumbles, arms holding you so tight you almost lose your breath, but you want him this close, or even closer. You need to feel him, because it doesn’t feel real. His hold brings you a sense of existence only he can give you.

“Thank you, Harry,” you breathe out when he pulls back to look into your eyes, the screaming hasn’t died down even a tad little.

“No, thank you, Darling. You shined like the star that you are,” he grins, playing a sloppy kiss to your cheek before his arms fall off you.

You’d die to stay in this moment a little longer, but the show must go on. The crew pushes the piano back and soon enough, the next song starts. You stay in your spot for the rest, but you keep catching Harry smiling in your way, always making you blush.

The end of a concert is always a little hectic, everyone is all over the place. Still coming off the high you just experienced, you head to the dressing room you share with the other vocalists. They are going on and on about how amazing Homesick was, and you somehow still can’t believe tonight happened. Packing your stuff you barely notice that the door flies open, but you see Harry appear from the corner of your eye.

“Ladies, would you please give me a moment with Y/N?” he asks and the girls are quick to leave the two of you alone. You stand there, kind of dumbfounded, not sure why he is acting so dramatic. Once the door closes and it’s just you and him, he stares at you, chest heaving, his hair wet from his sweat, but he still looks breathtaking.

“Harry—“

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he cuts you off, your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him, completely frozen. Opposite to what he just said, he remains standing in the same spot and you’re not sure what’s happening. “Can I? Please say yes, I can’t hold myself back for any longer,” he then adds.

“Yes,” you breathe out without even thinking about it. In a heartbeat, Harry crosses the room, chest smashing against yours as he wraps his arms around you, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that almost makes you moan into his mouth.

It’s all a hot mess, teeth clashing, hands all over each other before his palms run down to the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. When you do, you wrap your legs around his waist and let him walk over to the table nearby, so he can place you on top, standing between your thighs as he keeps kissing you hungrily, his tongue melting together with yours in this sweet chaos. It keeps going on and on, neither of you wanting to let go of the other, but you are eventually forced to stop, coming short of air. Panting wildly, lips swollen from his kisses, you look at him to meet his gaze.

“You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from kissing you on stage.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“Y/N, I’m fucking crazy about you and seeing you come over your stage fright, sing that song… our song, fuck, that did some unbelievable things to me. Please tell me you felt the same thing!” He is begging, not just with his words, but with his eyes as well and it crushes your soul entirely.

“I did. Harry, I always do when I’m with you.”

“Fucking Hell,” he breathes out before kissing you again. “You are… everything, Love,” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t push down the smile stretching across your face, hearing him say the same words he said right after the song.

“You’ve told me that,” you tease him, his gaze meeting yours as he flashes you his famous half-smirk, heart fluttering at the sight of him.

[lovely-jily]

"well my legs are jello, so i'd have to disagree"

ok this definitely is no where close to my best writing, i originally wrote it when i was like 15 and i didn't want to start over so i did a shitty revision job. regardless, please enjoy this slightly shitty fic :)

"Alright, everyone. Let's take a shot to start us off," Sirius held up the bottle of firewhisky. It was another Friday night, and tonight the James and Lily got their friends together for a classic game of truth or dare. However, in their version, you take a shot of firewhisky for every dare, and for every truth, a person drinks a little bit of veritaserum, the truth potion. It was brewed by Remus and Sirius (who were quite brilliant if they actually applied themselves to their work), and the ingredients were stolen by none other than Mary and Marlene. James had offered to go with Lily to do it under the cloak, but Lily swore she would never go under that thing with him. Sirius managed to bewitch the potion so that it only lasted a couple minutes, just long enough to answer the truth.

It was the middle of their sixth year, and Lily and James had gotten to the point where they got along quite well, both stubborn and oblivious enough to refuse to think about the apparent tension and feelings between them. Lily was refusing to admit that she was attracted to the git, much less falling for him, and James didn't think that she would ever like him in that way. Regardless, everyone knew that they were bound to get together, and when they did, it would be a historically firey moment.

The group did as they were told, passing the bottle around the circle and taking small swigs. James tried to ignore how Lily's skin glowed in the firelight, and Lily tried to ignore how James's hands looked with the bottle in them.

"First off- James," Sirius faced the boy, who messed up his hair as per usual, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," James said dauntingly, leaning towards Sirius and smirking.

"Okay. Kiss Dorcus," Sirius said, handing James the bottle.

James took a swift swig, and Lily felt both his and Dorcus's nervous eyes on her. Set in her ways of defiance, Lily gave the subtlest of nods to Dorcus to give her permission and then tried her hardest to fight off the feelings of jealousy as James's hand reached Dorcus's cheek, kissing her softly. After a couple seconds, James pulled away and looked again at Lily, whose face seemed a little too red for someone who "wasn't interested in the slightest for a single date, you insufferable twat." Regardless, James smirked at the idea that Lily didn't seem to like him kissing other girls. Maybe his friends were a bit right after all...

"I've just about kissed everyone here now," James said pridefully. Of course, he was proud of something like that.

"Of course you have" Lily rolled her eyes, feeling the slight buzz of firewhisky.

"Yeah, we kissed one time," Sirius smirked as the boys laughed, "It was last year after a gaome. Best day of my life."

"And we accidentally kissed, so I don't think it even counts," Peter ran a hand through his blond hair.

"He came out of nowhere for ours. I was giving him an answer, and suddenly his lips were on mine," Remus shrugged, a soft smirk on his face.

"I got excited. We had been working on a figured out a terribly difficult problem in Arithmancy," James said, a happy smile on his face. James was many things: annoying, obnoxious, prideful, but one thing that Lily really admired about him was how much he loved all of his friends. He was insanely loyal and treated them like family. She knew he would die for them, and Lily couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be someone that James would die for.

"Yeah, I'm a super good kisser in case anyone was wondering," James joked as he looked at Lily, who failed miserably at hiding her blush.

"I think it's your turn to ask," Lily said, trying to fight the intense attraction she felt at that moment. As if it didn't keep her up at night and distracted during her classes...

"Alright. Truth or dare, Lily," James said, winking at her, "I can think of a few good dares."

"Looks like I'll have to pick truth then," Lily said, rolling her eyes.

"You're no fun," Mary elbowed her gently.

Everyone laughed, Lily included. She then sighed, grabbed the bottle of veritaserum and took a shot, the honey tasting liquid burning her throat slightly.

"Who's the most attractive one here?" James asked after she swallowed, Besides Pete, of course."

"Oh James, we all know I'm the prettiest here," said a very offended looking Sirius.

"James," Lily sputtered out uncontrollably and then immediately blushed.

Everyone had a physical reaction to what she said, whether it was Marlene's giggle, Sirius's gregarious laughter, or Mary's "Oh, shit!" Everyone was shocked at the sound of James's name coming from her mouth, including Lily herself. James was smirking, his suspicions slightly confirmed. While this didn't mean that she liked him, per se, it at least told that she enjoyed looking at him a little bit. That was a step in the right direction.

"Shit," she said, still blushing, "You're never gonna let me forget that I told you how hot you are."

This got a loud roar from everyone, and James smiled wide, "What can I say, Evans, I can't help it. You know it's quite difficult being this sexy all the time. Don't even get me started on everyone who just uses me for my insanely hot bod-"

"Shut up," she said, glaring at him, the veritaserum was beginning to wear off, but not before her following sentence, "Just because you are insanely attractive does not mean that I like you at all. You're still insanely difficult to be around."

"Well, you admitted you're attracted to me so I think we should give you veritaserum more often," James winked at her.

"Alright, let's keep this moving," Peter said, clearly as over this situation as Lily was.

Lily inhaled and then looked at Mary, "Truth or dare?"

"Hmm, I think we have far too much sexual tension in this room for me to be comfortable doing a dare, so," Mary smiled, "I pick truth for my own dignity."

"You're boring," Marlene snickered as everyone laughed.

"I'd rather be boring than have to snog any of these idiots."

"That's rude," Remus said, trying to hide his smirk as he and the rest of the boys tried their best to show their offence. The looks of pouting and hurt went right over Mary and Lily's head, though.

Lily and Mary giggled as she asked her if Mary had ever had a sex dream about anyone. Mary laughed, saying that she, Sirius, and Dorcus had a threesome in her dreams the other night. Sirius shuddered, saying that there were "too many boobs" involved.

After a few more rounds, Sirius was dared to snog Lily.

So that is how she ended up straddling Sirius on the couch, giggling like a maniac. She was feeling slightly tipsy, and something in her was excited at the idea of maybe making James a little jealous.

"Can I be honest with you?" Sirius whispered in her ear.

"Of course, Pads," She smiled. While Sirius was just as obnoxious as James was, she honestly enjoyed his company. She had gotten to know him as he usually hung out with Remus as they worked on Prefect paperwork. He had a sweet side that he rarely showed.

"Clearly, I don't even like women. I'm only doing this in hopes that you and James stop dancing around each other and just fuck or something," He smirked, still whispering.

Lily glanced over at James, who was biting his lips, scowling slightly. So he was jealous already, and they hadn't even kissed yet. Good to know.

"I doubt that this will work if that's what you're trying to achieve," She looked at him.

He shrugged, "Worth a shot. Besides, I have a theory that we're the best kissers here, so how about we find out?"

"Sounds great to me," She said as she leaned in, her lips softly to his. Sirius's hand found its way to her lower back, the other on her jaw. She felt his tongue tap her bottom lip, and she copied his motion, her hands entangled in his hair.

His hands traced down her spine and on her waist as she pulled him closer. He kissed down her jaw and neck, and she caught a glimpse of James halfway across the room, frowning and looking at his hands. While Lily was kissing Sirius, all she could think about was his best friend. About how it would feel to run her hands through his hair and down his back. How his stubble would feel against her skin. She imagined his hands on her body-

This was ridiculous. Lily forced herself to focus on what was happening currently instead of daydreaming about that idiot.

Sirius's lips returned to her's, and she felt his grip tighten as the kiss turned more passionate. He moved his hand down her waist and to her bare thigh, touching and squeezing as he went. She moved her hands from his hair to his ears and jaw, feeling as they rhythmically moved together, tongues slightly teasing here and there. He kept one hand on her thigh and then moved the other from her waist to her butt, squeezing softly and then back up to her thigh, causing a laugh from both of them.

"Did you like that?" Lily asked, smirking.

"You got quite the ass, Evans," Sirius giggled.

They walked back to the circle, both still laughing. James wouldn't meet her eye, as the fire next to him was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

"I was too sober for that," Lily smiled and took another swig of the drink.

"Agreed," Sirius said as she handed him the bottle and took a drink. As he exhaled, he turned to James, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he said, looking a little annoyed still. While he didn't like what Sirius did, he knew that it was an attempt to get him to act on his feelings with Lily.

"Take off Lily's shirt," Sirius said, smirking before adding, "But do it as seductively as you can."

The group giggled and gasped while Lily's whole body heated up, "why am I getting brought into all of these?"

"You can say no," Dorcus took another shot of firewhisky.

"Well, I didn't say that I didn't want to," Lily mumbled slightly and stood up. She watched James take another shot and then walk over to her, swallowing to try to hide his nervousness.

"How about this," he grabbed her biceps and guided her to the corner of the room. Her back hit the wall, and their faces were close, less than an inch apart, and the smell of firewhisky and cologne filled Lily's nostrils. Feeling his hot breath on her lips made her feel things she both wanted and didn't want at the same time. Lily focused her eyes on the table in front of her. This was where she usually sat to do her homework or Prefect paperwork.

"This place seems familiar, doesn't it?" James whispered as his cold hands traced her biceps, making her hot skin even hotter. Although he was doing well covering it, his hands were shaking slightly. The only thing separating skin on skin contact was a small, thin layer of Lily's shirt sleeve, rolled to the elbows like James's.

Lily looked up at the ceiling. He was too much of a temptation, and looking at him, particularly his lips, would make her want for him grow exponentially, and it was already hard enough to fight her feelings off without inhaling his cologne and breath.

"This is where I do my Prefect paperwork with Remus."

"Right. And here's my plan," James said, still whispering as he moved his mouth to her ear, causing chills to cascade down her body, "From now on, every time you sit down to do your work, you'll look at the exact spot that I made you want me."

Lily swallowed as she moved her head straight forward, inhaling as his hands moved to her waist and hooked in the belt loops of her skirt, "How do you know that I'd want you? Or that this memory could possibly hinder my focus on my work?" she asked.

"Because now, every time you sit down to work here, you'll start to think of me instead," he rubbed his nose behind her ear as he slowly untucked her shirt, "and I think it's my turn to act as a distraction now."

Her breath hitched as he moved his hands onto her bare waist. They were calloused and traced their way from her stomach to her lower back repeatedly.

"Also," he added, inhaling and bringing his face in front of hers again, his voice dropping its seductive tone, "I'm sorry."

"S-sorry?" Lily sputtered. It was harder and harder to remember how to breathe normally, how to think. She knew he was right, partly. Lately, whenever she looked at him, she was starting to realize how he had matured. How much he cared about people and how much she admired him. She hated change, and perhaps that's why she hated how she felt about him. He was already enough of a distraction, and so this moment was only going to make it worse.

He brought his hands out from under her shirt to her hips. She was fighting to not reflect how she was feeling inside, fighting to keep herself from closing her eyes and biting her lip, to release under his grasp or run her hands over his body. She was fighting the instinct to release her head back and exhale harshly.

"I don't want you to feel objectified. I would rather do something like this at a time where we both wanted it," James said, moving his head to the crook of her shoulder and then to her ear again, "when it's not really forced."

"Well," Lily bit her lip. She was caving. James knew how to tease a girl, "Who says I don't want this?"

She didn't have much time to wonder if that was a good or bad decision to say what she just said. She felt James stop breathing on her ear before the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "I knew it."

He softly nibbled her ear, moving a hand up to her hair, moving it out of the way as he started planting small butterfly kisses down her neck. She tightly gripped her skirt, forcing her hands to stay stuck to her side.

"Evans," his kisses turned longer, more passionate, and his hand was on her neck, gripping her hair and the other on her waist. She closed her eyes, fought to breathe and then bit her mouth shut, "You're a bit tense."

"O-oh?" She stuttered as his hand moved from her hair to her jaw.

He nibbled the skin at the bottom of her neck, near the front of her shirt.

"And we haven't even gotten close to what the dare was actually about."

She had forgotten entirely about the dare. She also had forgotten there was a small group across the room; it felt like they were the only two people left in the world. She often felt that way with James.

Her hands were clinging to her skirt for dear life, knowing that if they were released for a second, they would be tangled in his brown curls.

"Well, this is just-" She inhaled every few words, "This is just basic- basic human instinct."

James moved his hand from her hip to her bare waist again, squeezing softly and making her fists clench tighter, "Oh, for sure. nothing else."

She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as he moved his mouth to the top button, undoing it with his teeth and then kissing her chest. He rubbed his nose up her neck as she felt his hot breath breathe against her ear.

"Fuck it," she said, releasing her skirt and bringing her hands to his muscular shoulders, feeling one of the many benefits that quidditch brought James. She really didn't stand a chance resisting him in the first place and honestly felt proud that she had pushed through for that long.

"Hh, hey," he whispered and nibbled her ear again, making her shudder in his grasp. He snaked his hand from her waist over the top of her shirt and undid the second button, "I think we should play this more often."

"I'm sure you do," Lily ran a hand to his messy hair, grabbing a fist full and then released after a second. Her fingers played with his curls while the other moved to his broad back.

He kissed down her neck again, softly nibbling here and there as he made his way to the third button. As his arms moved to her shoulders, he again undid the button with his teeth, "I also haven't done this before, so I hope you know that I'm feeling pretty proud of myself."

"You're pretty talkative," Lily replied. The third button was undone, and he kissed the top of her cleavage, making her instinctively grip his shirt and hair.

"And you're pretty hot," he brought his face close to hers, and they looked at each other. They were both sticky with sweat and had pink faces that showed how quite excited they were. Lily's lip was in between her teeth, and she brought her hand out of his hair and to his neck.

"You're a bit tense, Potter," she joked as she felt his arm muscles, feeling how nervous he actually was, although she found it quite cute.

"Well, my legs are jello, so I would have to say that I disagree," James said, smiling. He brought his face back to behind her ear. His hands found their way to her neck and thigh, softly massaging each.

Lily chuckled as he ducked down, kissing her chest and undoing another button, but instead of bringing his mouth to her skin, which was more cleavage, he moved on to the next, crouching down slightly. She brought her hands to his hair, both of them getting tangled in his messy brown mop. She figured that since her bra was beginning to be exposed, he wanted to stay as respectful as possible. Her stomach felt a flutter at that thought. He respected her enough to not use her for her body... While that shouldn't be such the big deal that it was, she still smiled at it.

He moved his way down, undoing every button as he went. As he reached the bottom, he brought both of his hands to her waist, making her breath hitch as his cold skin touched her sticky skin. He planted a small kiss just above her belly button, then slowly straightened up, eyes closed as his nose and forehead never broke contact with her skin.

When his face was close to hers, she moved her hands from his hair to his neck. His lips were parted slightly, and her lips tingled as his hot breath hit them.

"Lily," he breathed softly.

Her breath hitched, and her stomach twisted when he said her name. This was a normal reaction when he called her by her first name anyway, as it was more sincere; however, when he said her name like that...

"Y-Yes?" she responded, closing her eyes. Her fingers softly played with his hair.

"You are so beautiful."

The moment those words breathed onto Lily's lips, it felt like everything stopped. Time, her intense heartbeat, her breathing. The only thing she could do was smile softly and put one of her hands on his cheek. His hands felt up her bare skin, over her bra and chest before going over her shoulders, sliding under her shirt. Finally sliding her shirt off her shoulders and arms and onto the floor.

She moved her head into the crease of his neck, not surprised at her feeling of disappointment, "I guess we need to return to everyone else now."

"Oh yeah," he said, wrapping his arms around her, "I completely forgot about them."

[sinslasherfics]

Would you please write headcanons of the slashers finding out that their s/o knows how to sing and is part of a rock band?

The thing is that the band isn't hard rock or anything , the music is kind of like the style of the song Lovefool by the cardigans or Sofia by Clairo . So it's a very soft sounding type of music .

coming right up 🖤

(gifs not mine)

POLY GHOSTFACE

they didn’t know about it until it started taking over your time with them

stu’s pouty and billy is too

naturally their first instinct is to find out what has been taking all your time that you’re supposed to spend with THEM.

so you tell them you’re in a rock band

both are super ecstatic about it

you’re 1000x cooler to them now

not that you weren’t before, though

“what’s your part in the band?!”

“what do you play!?”

“*gasp* CAN YOU SING FOR US?”

10000% supportive

will attend any and every concert you have

you’ll know they’re there, too

they’re the loudest in the crowd

“THAT’S MY S/O!”

when their there, it’s not the kind of rock they expected

i mean all they rock they’ve listened to is some heavy kind of shit

they like the soft rock kind of thing you do

it’s sounds heavenly to them

and your vocals are music to their ears

after they get back with you from one of your concerts, they’re gonna wanna hear you sing for them

stu will annoy you until you do

“please. please? please! i just think you’ve got the prettiest voice!”

pouts a lot

you’re gonna give in, no doubt about it

billy will probably be more smooth with his approach

put on some jams he knows you love

then when you start singing stu comes in outta nowhere and joins in

he’ll start playing air guitar or something and you’ll end up having a mini concert with him in the middle of your living room

billy just watches, a smile on his face

your biggest fans!!

will brag about you 24/7 to all of their friends

super proud to be your boyfriends

MICHAEL MYERS

stoic as ever

tell him you’re in a band and he has no reaction at all

that’s not to say he doesn’t care

he just doesn’t show emotion all to well

he’s listened to you practice some songs before, he knows for a fact you’re talented

he knows talent when he hears/sees it, and he appreciates talent

dont expect him to show up to any concerts, though

he’ll support you (stare at you while you sing) from the comfort of his home but will not willingly go into crowded areas like concert venues

he has to say he’s pretty impressed with the large amount of fans your band already has gathered up

decides one day it wouldn’t be so bad to support you

he’s not doing it for you what are you talking about he’s doing this this for himself

he’s doing it for you

it’s pretty easy to spot him in the crowd

he sees you’ve noticed his presence, as you send a smile his way

now, he was also thinking this would be some heavy rock kind of thing

after all, you hadn’t specified

so he was pretty surprised to hear such soft kind of rock

something new for a change

it was okay to him

would be a million times better if there wasn’t so many people pushing and shoving in the crowd

you were amazing, though

and he definitely thinks you better than any of your bandmates

again, he’ll never openly tell you that

but you’ll know

you can tell, even if he tries to keep up the emotionless facade

JASON VOORHEES

he’s kinda wary about it

of course he thinks it’s awesome but he gets nervous letting you out of his sight for things like band practice

and no way was he gonna let your band members anywhere near crystal lake

so he’s at an inner battle with himself

he knows it makes you happy and you love doing it

but he also knows that he worried a lot about you and letting you out of his sight could possibly end in something bad

assure him constantly that he doesn’t have to worry

he’ll warm up to the idea of your band eventually

does not mean he likes your bandmates though

also will sure as hell not let them step foot onto his property

he lets you leave for practices and concerts and all that

sometimes when your gone he’ll get super anxious

to the point where he even considers leaving to look for you

he just wants to know your safe

he doesn’t leave though

he knows you’ll always come back to him

and since he wouldn’t want to step foot off camp crystal lake, bring the concert to him!!!

well....bring yourself and no one else

you explain to him the kind of rock it is, and he nods along

he hasn’t really heard much of the genre and is eager to learn about it

he turns out to love it a lot

will definitely look more into that kind of music

anyway, once you perform your one person show for him he’ll be super interested and in awe

he’ll be super happy to listen along and clap for you

lots and lots of encores

he just loves to hear you sing

especially in that soft kind of genre

sing him a lullaby, maybe?

please please please do!!

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

it’d be kinda hard to be in a band or anything with this boy

he just doesn’t like the idea of you spending time with anyone other than him

and especially if your band/concert time takes up time that’s meant to be spent with him

aka all the damn time

so I doubt he’d let you be in a band for that long or at all

but let’s say he does for some odd reason

you tell him all about it, and he dully listens

did you say you were in a ROCK band?

okay he’s a little interested

you can tell because he perks up a little

you go on to tell him its more soft-rock

either way he still wants to hear some of the music you make

and once you sing to him you should be ready to sing to him whenever he asks you to from now on

expect lullabies to become part of the daily routine

gets even more possessive

your voice should only be for HIS listening, HE’S your boyfriend.

ok yeah your probably not gonna be in a band for long

but you can throw your own little ‘concerts’ for him in the comfort of the living room!

BO SINCLAIR

will also act like he could care less

don’t let his little act fool you

he’s curious!! proud!! amazed!! 

he’s a bastard though don’t ever expect him to say it.

he’s heard you sing before, more like hum

whenever he’s fixing cars or luring in some new victims, your right beside him humming away

he guesses those are your own original songs, since he hasn’t heard anything familiar to it before

he comes to find that he likes the soft-rock genre

you’d never guess he likes your singing, he always shuts you up whenever you start it

“will you stop the damn humming? i’m tryna work out here and you’re nothin’ but a damn distraction.”

you’ll find that if you hum again for a second time he won’t tell you to be quiet

sometimes you’ve caught him slightly bopping his head to it

also, he’ll have songs on the radio of the soft rock genre

obviously found out the genre existed from you

and soon he knows possibly every song of the genre

like brahms, he does NOT want any bandmates of yours around

you need band mates? lester’s probably got a banjo somewhere, work with it.

he’ll continue with the snarky comments, but you know he doesn’t mean them

i mean, he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars whenever your lips move to make music