#but i love this song AND IM GONNA MAKE SURE EVERYONE LISTENS TO IT

[minhosimthings]

Secrets I have held in my heart

Heeseung wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you so bad. But then he found out about your asshole of a boyfriend, who treated the stars in your eyes like mere dots, only there for the pleasure in between his pants. Heeseung didn't know how much he loved you until he got furious, when you told him that you were fine, all the while hiding those scars underneath the paws of your sweater.

Are harder to hide than I thought

He wanted to tell you again, when you had finally broken up with your boyfriend, but he wouldn't leave you alone. He had broken into your house and threatened to kill you, not noticing the tall man making hot chocolate for you in the kitchen. Heeseung was a calm man, being the oldest in his friend group But the way he slammed your ex boyfriend against the wall, whilst you called the police, made your heart do the tiniest leap ever. And Heeseung knew that somehow, his secret was probably revealed to you.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Friends. That's all you were wasn't it? Heeseung and Y/N, bestest of friends, strolling through gardens, treating each other at the carnival, and kissing wounds better when you both failed to rollerblade along with Sunghoon and Niki. Everyone could see how true your love was, except for both of you. You couldn't see it clearly even when both of you were laying in his bed, naked bodies panting against each other in a slow dance of sensuality. Friends with benefits existed right? Or maybe did he just want you to be his forever?

I wanna be yours

The fourth time he wanted to tell you how much he wanted to be yours, was the final time he would. A bouquet of baby's breath and tulips in his hand, your favourite ice cream in the other, he came up to your house one day, to tell you that he couldn't treat his wounds, both the ones of knees and on his heart, properly without you. And when crystal tears came out of the stars on your face and your lips quivered against his, as you both held onto each other refusing to let go for all eternity, he knew that he was all yours.

- I Wanna Be Yours, The Arctic Monkeys.

[fabulouslygaybean]

i just woke up and my body hurts like crazy but i think ive processed everything and just. yeah. that was probably one of the best nights of my life even if the crowd sucked.

[ma1dita]

crazy little thing

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he spends all his drachmas to make you smile. Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyone’s tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies

(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)

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“Come on, you gotta admit—it’s kinda funny!” 

Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. They’re not sure if he’s trying to convince them, or himself.

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, it’s kind of pathetic.

“What do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?” he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone who’s been sitting out in the sun for too long. 

“I’m not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,” he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Lee’s younger siblings.

Lee chuckles, ruffling his sister’s hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, “She’s a good friend. You’re gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.”

The son of Hermes knows he’s gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.

Lee’s little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother. 

“What song were you thinking?” she asks, “Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.”

The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but he’s never been one to back down from anything–swordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but this—trying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.

Why are feelings so damn complicated? 

It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accurately—at the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.

“You guys got it covered. Just…surprise me too, I guess,” he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if he’s unsure of what exactly he’s wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).

“Castellan’s hopeless. You think he knows it yet?” the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

If Luke wants a show, they’ll make sure he’ll get his money’s worth—and hopefully, it’ll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and he’ll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.

—

Valentine’s Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone who’s single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people aren’t so…enamored in public (you’ve lost count of the reports you’ve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual. 

Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyone’s favorite narc.

Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head. 

That’s an uncontrollable urge. Too much?

Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like they’re the last dinner roll at the table….You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.

You just didn’t understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldn’t love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, you’re the best actress at camp. You’ve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.

Nothing gets past you at this point.

But that sucks too sometimes, you know?

Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as you’re stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yours…makes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them don’t know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgust—-and it’s only lunchtime. 

So yeah, maybe you’re a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.

The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though it’s sweet—the human side of you misses affection. 

Devotion. 

To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps that’s what scares admirers away. 

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, you’ve always preferred it that way—the both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not. 

But you two are just friends. 

Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.

Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

If you were ever given immortality, perhaps they’d make you the goddess of denial.

You’re sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids…and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable…or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someone’s eyes on you, and when you look up, Luke’s standing there with two full plates of food.

“Take a break, trouble. No one’s paying you overtime,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.

“No one’s paying me at all…” you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.

“Just another holiday. You know how it is.”

“It’d be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,” you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. It’s easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but there’s something about you that already makes him feel like he’s losing before anything’s even happened).

Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier who’s always trained and so ready that sometimes it makes you wonder what war he’s preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.

“No, you don’t. You’re a control freak,” he says with a grin. 

Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

“I swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,” you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.

There’s a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. It’s Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.

“That was quick,” you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.

“Heh…I think they were just practicing or something…”

He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience. 

Fucking hustlers.

—

The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since it’s mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.

“I can’t believe this!” you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand.  

“There’s just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. It’s everywhere! I’m—CONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!”

Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin. 

“Guys, go find trouble somewhere else,” Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.

“Oops.” 

Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“You've already got trouble anyway,” he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.

The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, “I don’t care if he’s your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.” You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he can’t open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance–but the effect isn’t as menacing as it should be when he’s covered in red and pink sparkles.

“Not if I get to him first, the little bastard.”

“Just open the door,” you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.

“I can’t if you won’t let me do it!” He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.

“What kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!”

“Well OBVIOUSLY, but it’s not working, now is it, trouble?”

Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees. Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stoll brothers put in front of the door). He sighs, and Lee’s little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.

“You gonna charge him again?”

A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.

“No, but we’re close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,” Lee grumbles.

“Why are we doing this again?” Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.

“A crazy little thing called love. You’ll understand it better someday, kid.”

—

Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"

"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.

"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"

Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.

"Don't worry about it."

He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.

"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.

"Why's that?"

"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"

He looks at you like you've told him you’re secretly a cyclops.

“The fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks you’re great?"

You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.

 “Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?”

You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to.

In short, he’s fucked.

"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. You’re popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.

But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.

I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places...That this heart of mine embraces...

You gasp, grabbing Luke’s arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Luke’s eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.

“Did you do this?” you mumble, still entranced by the performance.

“Only if it makes you laugh.”

And you do, in the way that he loves—a bit crazy and too loud, and it’s perfect.

I’ll always think of you that way…I’ll find you in the morning sun….

Whether it’s fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke can’t tell—he’s too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.

“You know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,” you whisper, and it couldn’t be more far from the truth.

“No, you don’t.”

His eyes flicker to you again, but you’re already looking back at him.

“I don’t.”

And when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon…but I’ll be seeing you…

It’s quiet now, and you’re unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if they’ll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.

Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder you’ve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart. 

“Thank you.”

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

—

“This has got to be cheating,” Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.

“It’s not cheating if I’m winning. Silena’s gonna get a kick out of this,” Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. It’s a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.

“Well lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!”

“That’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfew’s in 10. We’ll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,” Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.

“Easy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!”

“Would I ever lie to you, La Rue?” he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.

—

“My body ages,

my anger burns into a seam.

I am so annoyed by love

and still it comes.”

-Kate Baer

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neighbor!joel miller/dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: Rated 18+, CONSIDER THIS YOUR COMMUNITY LABEL minors please dni, smut, age gap, oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v, praise kink, light choking, dom!joel, dirty talk, pet names. can you tell i have a thing for car sex. Probably more but…yk. 

a/n: im so grateful you guys are giving me the opportunity to share my writing with a huge community. I cant thank you enough. This has been an outlet for me emotionally that i never anticipated. I love writing and i love love love reading your feedback. just for all the love you get double the smut. thank you again. please enjoy. 

if u wanna listen to a song while reading, Let The Light In by ldr was playing while i wrote this lol. apple music spotify

wc: 5k (jesus)

this is apart of my small dbf!joel mini series, read the previous parts here:

part i part ii part iii

if you would like to read more of mine: masterlist!

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door.  “Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit.  “Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer.  Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses.  He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster.  “Need you — please, just —”  “Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck. 

You try not to think about Joel — somewhere in the back of your mind you know it’s dangerous that he occupies so much of your brain at all times. 

But you really can’t help yourself. 

Especially when his stares linger a bit too long.

Or when your dad makes burgers and Joel’s thigh grazes against yours under the table. 

And definitely not when his hands find your waist when everyone is shuffling around the kitchen, putting dishes away. 

And it might physically hurt to ignore him when Sarah convinces you to run into the ocean at midnight and he’s waiting with towels for you on the deck — his hands brushing your ass when he wraps the towel around your body. 

You thought you might have been doing an okay job at it, until you find yourself outside his bedroom door, contemplating knocking. You really didn’t want to seem desperate. But the tug in your lower stomach sends you forward, bracing your hand to knock. 

You look to your left, Sarah's room is at the end of the hall and your dad’s is around the corner. You tiptoed through the dark hallway to get some water and you couldn’t help but walk past his door — to your surprise the light was on — seeping out under the door into the hallway. 

You hear him moving. And the light turns off at your feet. You gasp and move back. But he opens the door, and catches you outside his room. 

He meets you with a curious face. You read the silent question etched into it. 

What are you doin’?

You shake your head, attempting to convey an overall I wasn’t doing anything vibe but he gives you a knowing look that makes you blush. 

He nods his head towards the stairs and moves past you. 

You follow his figure. He’s wearing pants that hug his hips and a t-shirt. He’s very simple. Yet he’s very Joel, and you can’t take your eyes off him.

He leads you into the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge, you sit at the table. 

When he joins you, it’s almost like you’re both too scared to make any noise, you sit in silence, watching him as he tips the beer, sipping it, while keeping his eyes trained on you. 

You aren’t dressed for the occasion, and it's a bit cold, but you don’t think he minds. 

“I was just getting some water,” you manage to get out, your voice a bit hoarse. 

“Sure,” he replies, tipping his beer towards you, chuckling a bit.

“What? I was,” you say defensively. 

“Your room was the other way,” he notes, shrugging. 

You blush and try to hide your face.

“Whatever.”  

“S’alright, baby,” he says coolly — like his words don’t shoot down right to your core, “Just didn’t know you were so needy.” 

“Fuck you,” you mumble, a laugh crinkling your eyes, “You’d like that,” you bite. 

He laughs too. 

“Maybe I would,” he says. 

A few beats pass. There’s enough tension at the table you could cut it with a knife. 

“You wanna tell me?” 

“Not really,” you tease him with a smirk, “I was just surprised you were awake is all,” you say when he doesn’t respond, leaning back in your chair. 

He lets out a huff and downs the rest of his beer. 

“Could say the same ‘bout you.” 

“I’ve got some things on my mind,” you say sheepishly, teasing. 

“Yeah?” 

You nod. 

“What things?” 

You stand, stalking towards him, he parts his legs to let you slot yourself in between his thighs. He looks up at you. 

“Don’t be an ass,” you mumble while looking at his lips, “You know what things.”

“I don’t play guessin’ games.”

“I’m not playing any games,” you quip back. 

Something in your tone switches the conversation.  

It sort of stops Joel in his tracks. He looks up at you, and then his hand finds your hip, pushing against the bone. His fingers dip into your shirt, rubbing over the bruise he pushed into your skin from earlier — he bends to place a chaste kiss to the bruise. It makes your breath hitch. You think he might push you away, or tease you for being bratty with him. But he looks up at you with caramel brown eyes. 

“On your knees then,” he says, stone-cold. 

Your eyes widen, and you look around the kitchen in shock even though you know you’re alone with Joel. 

He looks up at you — maybe a little shocked that you comply so quickly without putting up a fight. But you were a goner the second you walked by his room and your body is dropping in between his legs before you know any better. 

Your knees hit the floor and you sit back on your heels, settling in between his feet. 

He groans and pushes forward to rest his elbows on his knees, looking down at you. One hand grabs your face, tilting it up so you’re looking at him. The hold on your jaw squishes your cheeks a bit. 

“You want it?” he says. 

Your eyes intuitively look down to his zipper. 

You nod. 

“Use your words.” 

“Yes,” you let out as best you can with his hand on your jaw. 

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” Joel groans. His hand keeps your jaw in place, the other undoes his belt and frees his cock. 

“Thought ‘bout me all night, huh?” 

You nod out of habit. 

“What I just fuckin’ say?” he shakes his head, the hold on your jaw comes down to your throat, squeezing gently. 

“Yes — yes,” you say quickly. 

You look down to his cock again, the tip of it gleaming with precum. It sends a white heat straight to the apex at your thighs. 

“Please,” you whimper, looking up at him, “Can I?” 

Joel can’t resist you. You both know that much. 

“Alright,” he drops his hand from your throat. “C’mon princess.” 

He leans back slightly. You spring to your knees, not waiting for his permission, and take the tip of his cock into the heat of your mouth. The saltiness of it hits your tongue and you whimper around his length. It makes him groan. 

“Shit.” you hear him curse above you. 

He gathers your hair, raking it up into a mess at the top of your head. You suck and lick his tip, teasing him a bit before he gets impatient and pushes your head down. You don’t mind his advances, bracing your tongue for his length. 

But he’s big. 

Bigger than the few you’ve had — and you choke when he hits the back of your throat. You brace yourself on his thigh, trying to take the little he’s pushing you down on. 

“You can take it baby, c’mon. Slow.” 

His words shoot straight down to your cunt. You try but you’re not used to his length. 

“Chokin’ on it, c’mere —” he makes a move to pull his cock from your mouth but you whimper and slide in more across your tongue. He groans, “— fuck, baby.” 

You want to take more. You know you can take more. 

“Doin’ so good,” he grunts when you swallow more of him, “Fuck — you —”

Joel's hand holding your hair moves to your face. He runs his thumb across your cheek. It makes you look up at him through your lashes. His praise rings in your ears, and you can feel your hot slick dribble down your thighs. 

He stares at you taking him — mouth slack with lust. His rich drawl, velvet, coaxes you down further. 

“Goddamn angel —” he moans, “— so fuckin’ perfect.” 

His head tips back in pleasure when you take what doesn't fit in your mouth into your hand. 

He wipes the tears that spring from your efforts away with his thumb, looking at you kinda sympathetically. 

“Attagirl, fuckin’ made f’me, baby,” he whispers. You look up at him again, because it sounds like he might actually mean that. You press your thighs together at the thought. 

His words become quiet whimpers mixed with groans as you bob your head, steadily taking more — replacing your hand with your mouth. 

“In your fuckin’ throat,” he hisses out when your nose brushes against the mess of hair at the base. 

He slots his fingers through your hair, his hands, frantically touching you anywhere he can scramble to. 

When Joel goes silent you know he’s close. His soft breath becomes pants above you. 

When he grips your hair hard, you know he’s teetering on the edge and who are you to deny him?

His hips slightly cant towards your mouth, chasing his high, and he spurts down your throat in hot succession. He lets out a string of curses followed by your name. It makes you blush as you swallow. 

You release his cock from your mouth, sinking back onto your heels as you rest your cheek on his thigh. His breath rises and falls and you watch the place where his heart should be rhythmically moving. 

“Don't fuckin’ look at me like that,” he says, shaking his head and trying to avert his eyes. You look up at him, lazy, the slick between your thighs is enough to put a tortured look through your brows. 

His thumb wipes your chin, some cum dragging across your swollen lips, and sticks his thumb back into your mouth as you suck it clean. 

“Jesus, baby.” 

“What?” you smile back at him. 

Joel looks down at you, resting against his knee, in between his legs, your eyes lidded with lust and exhaustion. 

He bends down to kiss your lips, and then your forehead, whispering into your skin —

“You’re killin’ me.”

_

Everyone takes it easy the next morning, Sarah dips into the ocean in the afternoon, you help your dad with lunch. 

It's uneventful but it's nice. 

Your dad suggests going to the boardwalk for dinner, which you all agree to, Sarah wanted to check out the rides there. 

You slip into a dress, your dad said the restaurant was a bit fancy. You’re just grateful you brought a dress in the first place. You meet everyone downstairs, Joel looks up at you descending which makes you laugh a bit. It’s sort of like prom when you first come down the stairs and your date is waiting for you. Or like he’s prince charming and you’re Cinderella. 

But you get snapped out of that trance quickly. 

“Ready to go kiddo?” your dad says, moving towards the entrance. 

You smile at him, Sarah comes to your side, linking arms and goes on about how there's a ferris wheel and carousel on the boardwalk, across from the beachfront restaurants. 

You all pile into the truck, Joel in the driver’s seat. It's a short walk but it’ll be easier to drive with so many people.

Your dad was right, the restaurant is a bit fancy. And it feels like you’re suffocating when you sit down across from Joel, Sarah at your side. He looks up at you — you blush and smile to yourself, opening the menu. It’s far too formal for the four of you, but it’s a nice change. And you like seeing Joel in a button down. 

Dinner drowns on — you aren’t really paying attention to much because Joel’s foot keeps bumping into yours. Maybe it’s accidental. Or maybe it's a silent plea. 

Sarah’s voice snaps you out of it. 

“Please dad?” she asks, having cleaned her plate. 

You remember them talking in the truck, Sarah saying something about meeting a few friends her age on the beach. 

“They down near the rides?” Joel says, gruff. 

“Yes, dad. Like I’ve told you a million times,” she rolls her eyes and Joel laughs a bit, waving her off with a twenty and telling her to be safe and get back by midnight.

The two men turn their attention back to you. 

Joel’s foot knocks into yours again and you shoot him a look — though he doesn’t seem to be paying it much attention. You’d be lying if you said the uncertainty of his touches left you completely unbothered. 

You finish dinner with a coffee, the men have their drinks. 

You can't really think about much else until your dad's voice snaps you out of it. 

“So, what do you think?” 

But he's not talking to you. He's talking to Joel. 

“What do I think ‘bout what?” He asks. 

“Dude—” your dad is sipping at his whiskey, “Theresa?” 

Doesn’t seem like appropriate conversation when you’re present but that doesn’t really cross your mind because who the fuck is Theresa? 

“Uh, yeah she’s nice, man,” Joel says awkwardly. 

Nice? 

“Nice?” your dad scoffs, echoing your sentiment. 

Your dad looks over at you — “Been tryin’ to set Joel up with a lady,” he says, explaining. But it feels more like a punch in the face. Your eyes widen, you choke a little on your coffee. 

“Oh,” you say. Joel doesn’t meet your eye, “She from the neighborhood?” you inquire, thinking about the woman from the barbecue. 

Your dad nods. 

“She’s a teacher,” he says. “You probably met her at the barbecue.” 

He turns back to Joel.

“She likes you dude,” your dad says. “Think she’d be good for you.”

That feels less like a punch in the gut and more like you got roundhouse kicked in the face and slammed into the ground. You try not to let it get to you. 

“Just don’t know if I’m lookin’ right now,” is all he says in reply. You try not to look at him, but your brain subconsciously makes an effort for you, peering up at him through your lashes. He catches your eye quickly — and drops it in just as much time. 

Your dad grunts in response, waving down the waiter to get the bill. 

“What ever happened to that Liam kid?” he says, talking to you now. 

“Oh,” you reply kinda absentmindedly. You haven't really thought of Liam in a couple days. His texts remain unopened in your phone. 

“Nothing,” you shrug. 

“Hm, nice kid though,” your dad claps Joel on the back, “Ain’t you think so?” he says, talking to Joel now.

“Sure,” Joel lets out in his rich drawl. 

Another tap on your foot.

Joel’s eyes stare into yours but he doesn’t look angry — it's more of an expression you can’t read. 

He isn’t mad right? 

“Yeah,” you say, the conversation dying down. 

Your dad doesn’t see your stolen glances. 

“Why don’t you go with Joel, kiddo?” he says, fishing bills out of his wallet. 

“What?” You ask, shocked. 

“Need to handle some work-things back at the house, but I heard the boardwalk here is nice at night,” he nods over to the exit. 

You look at Joel tentatively. He nods towards the exit, giving your dad a handshake while you follow him outside. 

The cool air hits you. You shiver a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

You fall into a steady stroll towards the boardwalk. You can see the lights from the ferris wheel a couple hundred feet ahead of you, the ocean water shining under the moonlight as you walk along the coast.

You look over at Joel, his hands digging into his pockets. 

“Good dinner?” you ask, smiling.

“Mhm,” he says.

You settle into the night, walking towards the carousel lighting up the center of the boardwalk. 

“C’mon, Joel,” you say, looking towards the small line waiting to get on. The lights shine a white-yellow — lighting up his eyes in the darkness. Kids scream. Adults laugh. It’s a bit too perfect. 

He looks at you and huffs. Almost like a no is already trained on his lips from habit. But when he looks at you, he stops himself. 

“Alright, c’mon,” he grabs you by your hand, interlacing your fingers and steps in line. 

The previous ride ends quickly, Joel steps on the platform first, helping you up, extending his hand. 

You both sit on one of the benches meant for parents. He drops an arm around you, like it’s second nature. You snuggle into it. 

“Haven’t been on one of these in years,” he says when the music starts and the platform begins to spin. Some kids run by, trying to claim the best animal. 

“Me too,” you say in reply. 

You remember the last time you’d been on a carousel. Your dad and Joel organized a day trip to the state fair — though it feels like forever ago — during high school. 

“State fair, remember?” You say, hesitant. 

“Yup,” he squeezes your shoulder. 

“Didn’t think you ‘member,” he continues. 

“Of course I do,” you look at him, he meets your eye. “You gave me my first sip of beer.” 

You wonder if that might strike a nerve. It’s more than a loaded statement — a bomb already counting down. 

He huffs a laugh. 

“Now look at you,” he says. 

“Yeah, all grown up or something,” you say, teasingly. 

“Or something’,” he echoes, with a huff, not meeting your eye.  

A few moments pass. 

You see a particularly pretty horse out of the corner of your eye. You begin to stand on the moving platform, Joel scrambles for your waist. 

“The hell are you doin’?” he grabs you, standing. 

You look back at him, entranced by the light circling his face. It looks perfect — he looks perfect. Picturesque. Hallmark. Like it could be a movie scene. Maybe in another life he would kiss you — with the horses spinning around you, the night sky staring down when he kisses you like nothing else matters. 

But you know Joel. 

And you know putting his arm around you was pushing his boundaries. 

“C’mon,” you pull him towards the horse that caught your eye. 

He grunts but follows you. 

You get on, both legs on one side, stumbling a bit on the way there. But you’re having fun, and Joel is here and he doesn’t want to leave. 

He stands next to the horse, looking up at you.

“Havin’ fun?” 

“Loads,” you smile at him, he smirks back, hiding his face when you touch the spot between his neck and his shoulder, squeezing. 

“You look pretty,” he cuts through the music. 

You try to hide your shock. 

Pretty. 

It's not like this with other guys. Sure, they've called you pretty, some even called you beautiful. But with Joel, you feel like he really means it. 

It also shoots down to the white heat building in your stomach. 

“You clean up nice, Miller,” you say with a blush. 

The ride ends, you both settle, walking through the boardwalk. A breeze rushes through, it sends a chill up your spine. 

You wrap your arms around yourself to trap some heat even though your efforts are fruitless. 

But Joel notices. 

“Got a jacket in the truck. C’mon,” he says, turning to walk back to the truck parked near the beach. 

You follow him. 

It might even be on instinct, but you snake your hand through his, interlocking your fingers while your other hand holds onto his arm where the crease of his elbow is. 

You don’t see him smile. 

When you get to the truck he opens the back door, leaning in to grab his jacket out of the backseat. He wraps it around your body. The smell instantly fills your nostrils and shoots down to your core. It’s his heavy work jacket and it’s entirely too big for your small frame but you like it — love it. 

When you finish putting it on, he looks at you, still standing by the open car door. He leans back against the seat cushion, looking at you with crossed arms. 

“A little big,” you giggle, showing him your hands which disappear into the canvas sleeves. 

“Looks good on you,” he says with a smile. 

You walk towards him, he wraps his arms around you. 

“Thanks,” you say into his chest. 

Joel hums in response. 

A breeze pushes on your legs and you can feel your nipples pebble against your dress — you think Joel can feel it too if his sudden stiffness is any indication.

You adjust in his arms, slotting yourself between his legs. 

You can feel him. 

“Kiss me,” you say, looking up at him. 

“We’re in public,” he doesn’t look down at you, but you can see the muscle in his jaw tick. You don’t know why he’s being withholding. No one is nearby — Joel’s truck is the only one left in the parking lot. 

“Please?” 

“Not now.” 

His tone might suggest he doesn’t actually want to kiss you. But his cock pressing hard against your stomach tells a different story. 

“Joel,” you whine, wriggling against him. 

“Quit,” he says. 

You try to stop moving. But the feeling of him, hard, against you, makes your cunt throb.

He stops you before you make any decisions. 

“Don’t.” 

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“Know you’re thinkin’ of somethin’,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Needy,” he complains. 

You’re about to drop it. But his hand snakes around your waist under his jacket. The movement hikes your dress up, his hand resting on your low back.

You are — needy. 

But you just need him.

“Joel,” you say, giving him a warning. 

“What, baby?” he says, teasing. 

“Please.” 

Not a question — a statement. 

A plea. 

Joel looks down at you for a couple seconds. Then he taps your ass towards the inside of the truck. 

“Get in,” he moves so you can crawl in first, spinning around when you get to the other side of the truck’s backseat, shucking off his jacket and hiking up your dress. He crawls in after you, shutting the door. 

He’s quick with his belt, undoing his jeans in a frantic fashion — pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. His cock is free before you have the chance to pull down your panties. 

Joel pushes your dress up more, revealing your underwear. He plays with the straps a bit, before pushing them to the side roughly. The sudden movement causes them to rip a little.

“Joel!” you say, as he grabs your panties and stuffs them into his pocket. 

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he pants, sucking a mark into your hip. 

His fingers find your core as you lay down along the back seat, opening your legs, your thighs covered with slick. Joel’s thick fingers slide through your folds. His breath hitches and he lets out a curse to find you soaking wet, staining your legs. 

“Fuck baby, you didn’t…?” he trails off, referring to after you had his cock in your mouth and he told you to get some rest. 

You shake your head. “Waiting for you,” you pant, breathless. 

“Christ,” he groans, playing a thumb on your clit as you writhe under him. “This all for me?” 

“Yes — Joel — you,” you say through moans. 

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door. 

“Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit. 

“Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer. 

Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses. 

He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster. 

“Need you — please, just —” 

“Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck. 

“God—” you moan when he slides home, his hips pressing into your thighs. 

Joel can feel you pulsing around him. You’re dangerously close already. 

The windows gather condensation from your combined pants. 

You try to angle your hips up to meet him, fucking him back as he thrusts slowly, but that makes him groan more. 

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he says, his thick drawl wrapping all through the truck, stoking the fire burning in your low belly. 

You want more — no — need more. 

You push his chest back. He looks at you confused but compiles. He sits back in the seats, you straddle him, pushing his cock towards your entrance. 

You look at him. He stares back in awe. 

“Baby—” you cut him off by sinking down on his cock, the tip sneaking past your entrance. He lets out a strangled groan. 

You take him, inch by inch, feeling his girth stretch you out in an entirely different way at this angle. 

“Fuck, feel so good, Joel,” you settle on top of him, both of your chests panting against each other as you grind your hips a bit. “So deep,” you moan out, cockdrunk. 

His hands find your waist and hips, begging you to move — to do anything. You look down to his jacket on the seat. His work jacket. That he wears around the neighborhood. You’re not sure why but your dad’s comments about Theresa enter your mind. 

“Do you have a crush on anyone in the neighborhood?” 

“What?” he asks with a grunt. “I’m literally inside you.” 

“I know, but…” 

You shift a bit in his lap, the movement makes both of you moan out. 

“Said she’d be good for you,” you manage to get out. 

“Don’t really remember her,” he whispers, trying to push his hips into you. “‘N don’t agree.” 

“You don’t like her? — ah —” you start rocking on his hips, chasing a high that's settled in your stomach on instinct. 

“No,” he fucks into you, chasing his own.

“Then what do you think?”

His eyes dart up to yours, holding your gaze for the first time tonight, not breaking it or looking away.  

“Think I like you,” he breathes into your cheek. 

He says it with such a genuine tone even though he’s deep inside you. It makes your stomach do a flip, finding the urge to ride him incessant through your loud thoughts of what could be. When he says things like that it’s hard to ignore it any longer. When he looks at you like that you know you’re completely done for. 

“Fuck —” you say, clenching around him. 

You ride him, the notion of his words settling in your chest and pushing you towards your release quicker than you thought possible. 

You’re coming before he can respond. 

“Oh my — fuck, Joel,” you whine. 

“That’s it, attagirl — fuck,” he goes silent, chasing his own high as you relax around him. 

His hands urge you to continue moving. He kisses you, like a man starved. All your silent begging through the night erupting with one kiss as you come down from your high. It's like he was telling you at the restaurant — be patient and at the carousel — just wait. 

Your stomach tightens at the feeling of his breath on your neck, sucking and biting and just smelling your skin. 

You continue to ride him through your post orgasmic haze. He chases his own release like he's done the whole night. 

“Oh baby — I —” he groans when you nip at his earlobe. 

“Please Joel, wanna feel you,” you whisper into his ear. 

He groans at that, pushing you down by your hips faster, you grind against him, a piece of clay destined to be molded to his body perfectly. 

“Jesus — fuck,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you, sinking his teeth into your neck, and coming inside you with hot hands running over your back. 

When he relaxes under you, he presses soft kisses to your temple, you tremble from the thought of his hot slick oozing out of you through the night. 

“Did so good for me, such a good girl,” he whispers into the dark truck. 

You slump against him, he holds onto you. 

His words ring in your ears. 

Think I like you.

You smile when you look at him. 

“What?” he asks, a smirk on his lips. 

“You said you like me,” you chide, teasing him. 

“Shut up,” he breathes, laughing a bit. 

“Don’t worry,” you kiss him, “I like you too.” 

_

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[boydepartment]

enhypen as things from 2014 tumblr

a/n: i am literally frothing at the mouth that 2014 tumblr is coming back. around 2016-2018 this aesthetic and mentality was my EVERYTHING. now in 2024 the mentality and aesthetic is still there just a lil more.... um flavorful for me 😋😋 but it’s okay! i also had to go on my LAPTOP to lay this out so please like this post... my ass worked hard on this- i also dont know if heeseung's aesthetic photo for his headcanons is messed up?? if it is i am so sorry

warnings- 2014 tumblr was a lil cray cray, but i worked my hardest to make sure none of the photos or themes would be triggering :) if you felt anything negative during reading these headcanons- tell me and i will add it to the warnings. but as far as i know and with my own experiences/disorder everything is pretty good and non triggering! :)

MASTERLIST

🕰️jungwon- specifically that one brand of music

okay let me elaborate: out of my league by the fitz and the tantrums

tongue tied by grouplove

electric love by børns

the really like happy yet sad songs??? he’s very like HES SO TONGUE TIED BY GROUPLOVE IM SORRY???? listen to the song that is jungwon he is that song. he is def like that summer romance who you never speak to again and it’s so sad because you loved him so much but now you’re like strangers. just wait till next summer tho, he’ll make you fall in love with him all over again. it’s bittersweet

⚰️heeseung- knee socks

okay me being out of pocket for a sec

heeseung is absolutely fucking insane and drives me nuts. and so do knee socks. any socks that go above the shin drive me fucking insane because they don’t sit properly ever, no matter the size the sock or the size i am they FALL. but i own like 4-6 pairs, because they look nice and make me feel pretty when they sit properly. heeseung drives me insane but i want to be his gf ☹️☹️

he’s def the type of guy to fix your socks too when he notices they’re shifting

🎥jay- the wallpaper quotes

like the sad ones everyone had EVERYWHERE. i was on quotev during this time around 2015?? and they were EVERYWHERE. bangchans wallpaper from 2018 core

these aesthetic quotes just remind me of jay. music is everything to him so he’s the mf to reblog this being like

“this resonates with me.”

he’s also very arctic monkeys coded but do what you will with that 😋😋HE WOULD SO POST HIS OWN WRITINGS AND AESTHETIC GUITAR PHOTOS. HES LIKE THE TUMBLR HOT GUY. imagine while he’s like super popular on tumblr ur like the actual “rockstar’s gf” aesthetic. LIKE THAT ONE FUCKING PHOTO OF THE 1975 ROBBERS MUSIC VIDEO??? I THINK IT WAS THAT ONE RIGHT??? i’m attaching it rn

💋jake- the bold lip makeup + messy photos

dayum let me get out of pocket rq again

that really specific dark aesthetic where it’s in parking lots and blurry and you can make out the dark lip makeup, bleached damaged platinum blonde hair, and the makeup is messy. everything is messy

HEUWBDJBFJAVSHDBBD that is jake :) he’s def the type of guy to be like “wait let’s take a cool photo.” then kisses you to smudge your lipstick then snaps a photo with the flash so when you’re alarmed by the flash you move and it makes the photo all cool looking bc it’s blurry.

👓sunghoon- the john green obsession

i’ve read every john green book pre 2016

i hated looking for alaska it was fucking insane. however sunghoon is like the good part about the paper towns book. like the fun road trip part. that happened right? or did i imagine that? NO IT DID. sunghoon very like curl up bbg im gonna read this book to you and make little stupid comments during it. def the type to have you in his arms while he reads, you hold the book and he has his hands over yours, softly rubbing circles.

💍sunoo- the victorias secret aesthetic

this is actually me rn sorry, all my clothes come from there pretty much. if it’s not thrifted it’s from victoria’s secret. it’s not just lingerie, they have like everything there. NONETHELESS it also screams sunoo. a lot of it is very like chic in a way and it just fits him perfectly. the black and pink colors, the small pops. it just really fits him. the aesthetic is just chefs kiss. especially since i feel like he’d be obsessed with the lotions (i own the mint chocolate lotion and wear it)

def the type of bf to come home with new body sprays for both of you. probably mixing scents too. MATCHING JACKETS AS WELL

📸riki- the electra heart album

MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS. god everything abt this album screams riki.

me relistening to this album and realizing how much it did effect me😨😨😨😨 maybe i’m just projecting now but besides the point

that album is so like riki coded let me get quotes

“I think I want your, your American tan- I think you're gonna be my biggest fan”

“The pretty lies, the ugly truth”

“All I ever wanted was the world- I can't help that I need it all”

“Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek- But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat”

“You're never gonna love me, so what's the use?”

“you don’t love me- big fucking deal”

"question good and question bad."

okay i’m GONNA BE WRITING A BOOK I HAVE TO STOP. he’s def the type of bf where if he hears you listening to this album he’s like “wtf…” then finds himself humming to it. he’d be like that with all your music taste too. riki with black chipped nailpolish OKAY I WILL SHUT UP ABT HIM NOW

[mcu-coworkers]

Vampire

Summary: You tell Miguel his truths and in return he shows you his.

Word count: 1.9k+

Warnings: none really:]

A/n: Hello everyone welcome to long awaited part 4 as well as the final part to this little series! thank you guys so much for loving it I truly can't express how grateful I am for all of you I hope you love this ending and I hope to you all again in my next story! Also I will be attaching the tag list to this chapter since hopefully that makes it a little easier to find everyone. I hope everyone enjoys.xx

Tag list

Parts: I II III IIII^

Credits to the owner^:)

It had been a week since you went back to HQ and you were starting to feel lighter.

In a way, telling Miguel your truth helped you get there.

Because now, you didn't have to keep thinking about the thought of what you’d say to him if you ever saw him again.

But you did see him again, and in your opinion, you said just the right things.

Suddenly you found yourself having more energy, listening to happier songs, and taking Milo on longer walks or fun adventures.

Things were finally starting to look up for you, so much so you actually thought about returning to the spider society to get back on fighting multiversal crime.

Right on queue Peter walks through the portal.

“You sure you wanna do this? You said you’d never come back.” he questioned remembering how he found you right after everything happened.

Thinking about it one more time, you smiled and turned on your suit.

“Yep, I'm just gonna lay low. Be a freelance spider with no commitment to a sector or anything you know?” you said reassuring yourself.

“Okay but  I   mean more like to get back in you’ll have to talk to Miguel. And he hasnt been in the best of moods lately.” he said watching as you walked.

Your smile only got wider as you made your way to the portal, for the first time you felt nothing.

No butterflies in your stomach and no heart beat skipping at the mention of his name.

Progress right?

Shrugging his shoulders Peter followed you in standing right beside you as you entered the busy hallways.

“Alright well  I  ‘ll leave you to it. I'm gonna take May Day to get her mid day nap.” he said walking away.

“See ya later Pete thanks for bringing me in.” you said waving him away.

As you made your way to Miguel's office you thought about what Pete said earlier, had he really been such a grump.

You’d think he’d be happier not having to deal with you.

But like always, nothing and no one could ever help that man no matter the case.

As you made your way up Miguel was practicing his speech with Lyla.

“... I   didn’t mean what  I   said that day and if  I   knew the damage it would do  I   wouldn't have said it in the first place? Sounds stupid doesn't it?” he said, turning to face her.

“Yep, just like the first two times you said it. Miguel when you go find her you have to speak from the heart not from a piece of paper it just sounds so Scripted.” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Scripted? It's not scripted. I just think writing my thoughts down will help me pull it together.” he said huffing in frustration.

“How about this, you pretend im Y/n and tell me what you’d say, no notes just your thoughts. Right now.” she said sitting in a little AI chair she made for herself.

Thinking about it he just gave up.

“Okay but record it so  I   can take notes after.” he said, beginning to pace around the panel.

Sighing he began to get frustrated with himself, “Ay cono esto no esta sirviendo.” he said rubbing his face.

“Come on Miguel, get to it.” Lyla said, rushing him.

“This is stupid! Shes probably off with who ever the fuck Milo is having the time of her life because  I  , like the big fucking idiot  I   am, pushed her straight into his arms!” he said, at this point he was over the smashing and breaking things so he just leaned against his desk.

“It doesn't matter what  I   say anymore Lyla, She’ll never forgive me, she’ll never listen to me.  I  ‘ll never get to tell her that  I   love her and even if  I   did she’d never believe it because she thinks  I   am a big giant asshole.' ' he said lowering his voice as he got close to the end.

“But you know what? That Milo is one lucky soul, he gets to look into her eyes, make her smile, just simply be in her presence. He has everything  I   wish  I   had. Y/n.” he said, still looking down.

“ I   was a vampire, sucking the life out of her and then just tossing her to the side like she meant nothing, when in reality she was fucking everything Lyla. Milo is one lucky guy.” he said, looking up at Lyla to see her smiling.

Confused by her reaction he was getting ready to ask.

“Milo is a dog, my dog.” you said, startling him.

“Dios mío (my god), Y/n? What are yo-what are you doing here.” he said, his heart practically racing out of his chest.

“Well  I   was here to ask for my place back in the society but  I   think I'm gonna go.. Yeah I'm gonna go.” you said as tears began to well up in your eyes.

There was no actual way you just heard all of that.

Looking between you and Lyla Miguel went after you.

“No no no wait just please.” he said, holding onto your arm.

Pulling back you felt anger, the audacity of this man.

“Who do you think you are? Huh?  I  was so in love with you Miguel! So stupidly in love with you because  I   thought you were this hero that helped everyone and you just needed someone to help you.” you said laughing to yourself.

“People told me to stay away from you, that you’d never accept the help or even my friendship. But  I   shook them off and thought they were crazy for not wanting to see through that rough surface you carried, but  I   did,  I   wanted to.  I   wanted to believe that  I   could break through and see the real you, but  I   realized there is no breaking through. That was it there was no surface, that's just who you are and it was all thanks to you. No one else helped me realize it, just you.” you said shoving a finger into his chest.

“And when  I   took that leap of faith and told you how  I   felt you kicked me to the curb, you bled me dry like a goddamn vampire. Because of you  I   almost gave it all up.  I   was so broken, so lost. All because  I   risked my place next to you and  I   lost it. But in reality   I   never had it. There was no place next you because you're Big bad Spiderman 2099 and you work better alone. Fine, work alone.” you said walking away, nope, not walking away you weren't done.

“ No you know what, it's not fair. You do not get to reject me and make me go through all of this to just turn around and say that you love me. You’re a vampire, Miguel O’hara. You just like to suck the life out of me and toss me to the side until you feel like using me again.” you said tears were beginning to fall.

“Y/n please,  I   never meant for you to feel like this,  I   just,  I   just want you to come back.  I   understand if what  I   said was too much but we need you here.  I   need you here.” he said, looking at you with soft eyes.

God he was making it difficult to walk away.

“If this is your way of getting some fucked up little thrill  I   wont do it,  I   wont.” you said looking at him with threatening eyes.

“ I   know it's hard to believe what  I‘m saying but could you atleast try? Dios mio mujer  I‘m trying to confess my love for you and you're making it impossible!” he said, running his hands through his hair.

He fell for such a headstrong woman.

Looking at you again he decided to just go for it, “Oh fuck it.” he said looking at your lips.

“Wha-” before you could finish his lips were on yours and he was pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Putting your hand against his chest you considered pulling away but as he cupped your face and pulled you closer your hands found themselves making their way to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Pulling away, Miguel continued to give you pecs allowing you to catch your breath.

“Believe me now?” he whispered.

“Mmmm, still a little skeptical.” you said smiling as he leaned back in smiling into the kiss.

“Aww aren't you two just the cutest? Lyla please tell me you got that.” you heard startling you as you pulled away.

“Yup, got it all.” she said pointing to the recording hologram, “So good.” she said smiling.

You tried to detach yourself from Miguel but he continued to hold you tightly by the waste.

So instead you opted for hiding into his chest and smiling.

“What do you need, Parker.” Miguel said as he looked at the walking interruption.

“My friend who came to see the walking grump was taking a little long just wanted to make sure she made it out alive.” he said, covering May Day's bright eyes.

“As you can see she is alive and well, you can go now.” he said, putting his attention back on you.

“Alright, im gone you kids be safe, take it slow.” he said jokingly.

“Peter!” you yelped turning a bright shade red.

“So,  I'm a blood sucking vampire?If  I   knew any better  I‘d think you have a thing for vampires amor.” he said as he kissed down your neck gently grazing you with his fangs.

Moving your head to give him more space you moved your hands into his hair and pulled at the roots.

“Just one.” you said smiling as he brought his lips back to yours.

“Good. Because this ones gonna do more than suck the life out of you.” he said as he pulled you back in for a kiss.

Smiling into the kiss you pulled away trying to control your laughter.

Confused by your reaction Miguel just watched.

“You were je-jealous of my dog?” you said trying to catch your breath.

Shoulder slumping Miguel hoped you wouldn't bring that up.

“You're not letting that go are you.” he said looking at the wall.

“Oh no, never  I   do have to admit, he is one handsome boy.” you said bursting out in laughter.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” he said as he attempted to keep a straight face, hearing your laugh in his office again made it hard.

Finally, everything was how he wanted it.

You at his side, with a dog, but nonetheless at his side.

Now he just had to get Milo on his side too.

Did this mean he was a dog dad now? 

“Wait Lyla did you know she was coming here?” he asked suddenly realizing that you just so happened to walk in at a perfect time.

“Yup, saw her on the surveillance footage and you were taking too long for my liking, you are welcome boss man.” she said, saluting him before disappearing.

Deciding to let it go he focused back on you, “worth it.”

Meanwhile Lyla was showing the other spiders the video collecting her winnings from the bets she placed.

“These damn AI’s always know everything.” Jess whispered under her breath.

She’d take it up with Miguel later, but for now… who knew he could be such a softy?

You did, more than ever now.

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advice for you based on your favourite pasta

Jeff- Are you excited about the When We Were Young festival? I hope Dan and Phil come out with the gay flag and kiss just for you <3. How are your anger issues? Playing your music at volume 100 isn’t a substitute for therapy. Please go hug someone babe, having Jeff as your favorite in 2023 means you definitely need it. 

Ben- I just know you’re funny, like your friends fucking love you. Either play video games or have a creative hobby. Ben stans are literally the best. Probably have awesome taste in music. My advice for you? It’s okay if you aren’t the happy one all the time, you aren’t a robot babe <3

Jack- I get academic overachiever vibes from you, like, you’re smart, and you know you’re smart. You probably read and have a letterboxd account. You’re effortlessly cool, and probably hot, but it’s okay to fail sometimes, you don’t have to be perfect <3

Toby- Hello mentally ill gay people no im jk all of you are mentally ill and gay its the creepypasta fandom lolz. You probably feel like you’re really annoying and cope via having Toby as your comfort character. Either you’ve been in therapy since you were twelve or you need to go. Try and prioritise yourself babe <3

Helen- ITS OKAY TO DO THINGS ALONE!!!!! You probably feel insecure about your lack of friends, or you feel like your social life sucks. Doing things alone is okay, it doesn’t make you a loser. You probably like art, and you’re probably fucking great at it. Don’t compare yourself to anyone babe <3

Liu- Do you have family trauma and/or feel like you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life? Yeah checks out. Spend more time with people, I promise they aren't all bad. Go pet a dog, stand in the sunshine. Life is great sometimes <3

Jane- psst… it's okay to let your guard down. Idk if you knew that, but here I am telling you anyway. You’re a bad bitch, I know. You’re hot, I know. But not everyone wants to hurt you. Also, stop trying to take care of everyone around you <3

Nina- you probably got/get bullied for being different. I think its hot that you’re different. Sure, you belong in a 2007 scene meet-up and i’m sorry you aren’t there rn, but you have SO MANY secret admirers. Keep being you babe, don’t change for anyone <3

Clockwork- okay i’m just gonna say it. Sometimes being mean to people and pushing them away is a bad coping mechanism. I am saying this because I have the same coping mechanisms. We are the same. Please for the love of god stop clenching your jaw and let your guard down!!! <3

Sally- Either you’re one of the younger fans or you have serious trauma. You can’t go to places or listen to certain songs without wanting to throw up. Your hands are burning from holding onto your inner child so tightly. Hang in there, it’s gonna get better <3

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.⋆｡Make Some Noise｡⋆.

Eddie Munson x plus size reader

Eddie just wants to hear you scream for him

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, back shots, reader doesn’t make a lot of noise, established relationship, praise, fluff

WC: 671

Minors DNI

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You were quiet, everyone knew that. You loved the silence and being able to listen to the world around you without the sound of your own voice disturbing the peace. Sure, you spoke when you needed to but you found that silent communication worked just as well as talking.

And everyone was fine with that, but not Eddie Munson, your friend of three years and boyfriend of almost 8 months.

Eddie longed to hear your voice- whether that be just you telling him about the fat squirrel you saw outside your bedroom window, or you singing along to the radio as he drove you to dinner, or even just hearing you speak quietly to yourself.

But most of all, he wanted to hear you scream for him.

Your nails dug into his back as he thrust forward, forcing himself even deeper inside you. “Shit.” He growled, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The fat head of his cock hit that spongy part inside of you that made you see stars.

“Mhm.” You moaned but quickly bit down on your lip to keep the noise inside. Eddie's hips stuttered and you keened again. 

His hands squeezed your wide hips tightly. “F-fuck do that again.” But you stubbornly kept your mouth clamped shut even as he picked up his pace, desperately trying to get more sounds out of you. He could feel the beginnings of your moans catching in your throat and he wanted so badly to hear them.

You whined softly as he abruptly pulled out of your cunt, making you clench around nothing. “Come on, let me hear you moan.” A long curly strand of hair was plastered to his forehead, his brown eyes even darker in the dim light of his bedroom. You shook your head and attempted to pull him back into you but Eddie just frowned.

“Alright, I guess if you aren’t gonna moan, I’m gonna have to make you scream.” Your vision spun and suddenly you were on your front, face pressed into his pillows as your hips were pulled upwards. You barely had a second to orient yourself before Eddie slammed back inside of you, his thick cock punching into your cervix as he buried himself to the hilt.

The air was knocked so quickly from your lungs, you couldn’t even manage a small squeak. A strong hand on your shoulder kept your upper body pinned to the mattress as Eddie drilled into you. Your mind was going hazy.

“C’mon princess, I know you need to let out all those pretty noises.” You gasped and you were rewarded with two of his fingers against your swollen clit. 

“Eddie! Oh god!” You howled, your voice broken with pleasure. “Please! Please! Please!” Each word was forced from you with each powerful thrust.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. Taking my cock so well.” He cooed. “See how good it feels when you let me hear you.”

“So good!” The knot in your belly began to tighten even faster, your cunt cleaning down on his thick cock as tightly as she could. Eddie groaned.

“Cum for me princess. Cum on my cock.” 

Your scream of ecstasy carried through the empty trailer like a siren’s call, pushing Eddie over the edge of his own orgasm, filling you up with his cum. 

“Shit baby.” He collapsed on top of you with a huff. He kissed your overheated cheek and then rolled off of you. His hand immediately found a place on your bare ass. 

You turned your head to him with a glare. “Don’t go quiet on me now. You were certainly making a whole lot of noise a minute ago.” He teased. “Think I could record it next time? Your voice would make a great backing song.”

Ignoring your scornful look, Eddie reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the tape recorder he used when he was playing with melodies. “C’mon princess, give me a sample.” He yelped when you kicked him in the shin.

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authors note: hello hello! this is a really random one, I am a broken record but I am self projecting in these hence why the reader is always home friends with the boys. also theres so many time skips lol

I really home you enjoy, would really appreciate any feedback or comments yee might have <33

2020

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yourusername 2 months into lockdown we are playing, we are hot girl walking and most importantly we are hot girl drinking 💅

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yourusername and whos gonna keep me sane?? whos gonna keep me alive? ryanmcmahon_15 did you put yourself on the line?

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yourusername as y'all know I dabble with playing some piano andddd my very cool, talented boyfriend and his friends asked me to play on a few tunes for their DEBUT ALBUM. thank you for briefly employing me :))

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bobbyskeetz they just cant take the weight of being such a musical success 😔 friend1 @bobbyskeetz how does she put up with you? bobbyskeetz shh dont make her reflect on her decisions

yourmam so proud of you chicken!!

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if the boys have zero fans, i am dead.

bobbyskeetz so extreme but I love you <3

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bobbyskeetz EVEN BIGGER NEWS !!! Our greatest hits debut album is coming out on July 16th for all you beautiful people to hear. We poured our hearts and souls into this and can’t wait for you to listen . Couldn’t have done it without @theantski @thedrewmanshow @johncatlin @andrea.cozzaglio and all the other talented people who helped get this record finished.

IT WONT ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS !

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2021

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part 2

[bubbles-lounge]

YANDERE HARBINGERS x YANDERE READER SENERICOS

(Im currently using computer, this may go wrong)

More brainrot cause some of the harbingers have been on my mind a lot recently, specifically yandere ones with a yandere S/O

This doesn't include all harbingers

If you enjoy listening to music while reading I recommend the song, All I want is you now by Rebzyyx

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il Dottore

He would be ecstatic that you are just as crazy as him<3 He would also like to see what could trigger your yandere tendencies. I feel like he would love your shared possessiveness, it means he wouldn't have to worry about you leaving him as long as you don't fall for anyone else but he'll make sure that never happens<3 If the reader was the type of yandere that worshipped their lover and would do anything for them, no matter what it is, Dottore would use this to get you to stay with him Forever and to make sure that you stay with him. I feel like Dottore is the type of yandere, in this situation with another yandere S/O, would show you what he did to people.

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Columbina

Another one that's most likely gonna be ecstatic about the fact your both crazy. She would probably end up offering to go killing together<3 Yall would be that couple of happy psychos that everyone is terrified of, she would sing as you two do anything that's psychotic. She wouldn't mind if you go out alone, but don't try going beyond snezhnaya, she will always be watching whether with her own eyes or others. General idea that she would sing her S/O to sleep.

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Scaramouche

He was happy but for another reason, he was mainly happy with this as it meant you would never leave him. He might show you what he did to people but it depends with him. He would keep you beside him all the time, if his S/O was the submissive type then Scaramouche would use this to his advantage to make things easier for him, for example he might get you to stay away from people and stay with him or stay in one place and no interact with others.

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Childe

Childe is a mix of elimination and submissive type, of course knowing your obsessed in love with him makes his job a lot easier. He would be skeptical at first thinking your pretending(unless you take him first) but after awhile and he realises that your not pretending about it he will be just ecstatic about it and would slowly stop worrying about you escaping. He would spoil you, whether this be taking the gifts to you or when he trusts you enough he may take you out to spoil you.

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This was a terrible writing but thats fine.

Enjoy your day/night<3

Remember that you are stunning, wonderful and beautiful<3

Remember to drink, eat and get some rest<3

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i dont really know how to work tumblr posts and im not really a good writer but i wanted to write a velvet x reader story since theres hardly any on here

story info:

its kind of angst but like ends with fluff or whatever its called

so basically you’re like a pop artists along with velvet an veneer, and you’re like almost more famous than them and velvet gets really jealous and starts to hate you, but in the end she realizes she doesnt.

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y/n's POV

"so y/n your new song is at the top of the charts!" the interviewer fred or whatever his name was said, i honestly couldnt care to remember his name. "yeah. im so greatful for everyone who listens to my songs i wouldn't be here without all of you!" i replied directing the last part towards the audience in front of me. they all cheered in response and i smiled a bit, loving the attention and thankful for the fans. "awww, thats so sweet! so we need to know, is there any new songs in the making?" he asked me really prominently on the need part. "welllllll" i drug out my word trying to thing of a good response. i get really awkward and anxious around huge crowds, kind of a bad thing for a pop star but. "i may be working on a new song, look out for teasers on my instagram." im so excited for the new song to release its definitely gonna be one of my best songs yet "okay we'll make sure to check!" he glanced down at his watch, i guess the interview was finally over thank goodness. "well, y/n. looks like our interview is sadly over, it was great having you thanks so much for coming" he said "no, thank you! this was great-" i stood from the comfy sofa i was on "and thank you all for coming!" as i said that the crowd went crazy, mount rageons screaming all over the place. it was kind of overwhelming so i probably walked faster than i needed to off stage, as i got backstage i blew out a sigh of relief, thankful for the opportunity to spread my music but also thankful it was over.

                                velvets POV

"ughhhhhhh" i groaned "i cant stand her and her goody two shoes self, shes so annoyinggggg" i complained to my brother, veneer. "shes not annoying velvet, she seems really nice." he replied to me, i abruptly took my feet off the coffee table they were on and turned to him. did he really just say that to me. "why are you defending our competition!" i basically screached at him, "sorry, velvet. i wasnt lying though, you just like to see the bad in people" he sighed, crossing his arms like the sassy twink he is. "i cant stand you sometimes! its like you want us to be second best." i really did not understand why he was defending someone thats trying to take MY crown. i got up off the couch and walked away from him, i mean yeah she may be nice and pretty but shes trying to take whats mine and that cannot happen."

(time skip to some award show thingy that i just made up bc it helps the plot)

                                y/n's POV

looking around i see so many different singers, some well known, some not as much and probably werent even invited in the first place. as my eyes scan the crowd of celebrities, looking for my friend, f/n, they land on no other than veneer himself, standing with my mortal enemy, velvet. the green haired twins were my competition and i had to beat them. i honestly didnt mind veneer too much, he seemed like a nice guy. velvet on the other hand, i had a totally different opinion on. ever since she basically said my music sucked in an interview of hers, and no i don't just watch all her interviews(yes you do dont lie), i havent liked her, thats an understatement. i cannot STAND velvet.

as i was in my own little word of dislike towards the prettier twin, i didnt notice someone standing right in front of me. i looked up expecting the brown caring eyes of f/n, only to be met with cold blue eyes. i sharply inhaled, to be honest scared out of my mind "y/n!" "what are you doing here?!" the green haired girl shriecked, "i was... invited..?" i replied in a hushed tone, not being able to find my voice. "well you shouldnt of been, your music sucks, and overall you dont deserve any award." she replied, flipping her hair asif i wasnt even there? "okay... well my song on top of the months best pop song chart says otherwise" i said turning around and walking away before she could hear the last part of that, she had really pretty eyes..

"y/n!" i hear from behind me, this time from a more scruffier voice. i turned around recognizing the voice was coming from f/n. "there you are! i was looking for you everywhere." "i saw.. i also saw your run in with the twins. tell me everything!" i groaned at that last bit "no f/n it was scary enough i dont need to repeat it." i replied also turning away from him "attention! all invited pop singers, please make your way to the stage!" 'finally' i thought to myself, ive had to wait an hour and a half through the rock, country andddd rap awards.

im going absolutely insane, why did i have to be seated RIGHT NEXT TO VELVET. its like torture, i could feel her eyes on me for the whole 10 minutes it took to introduce everyone, it was awful, but sort of nice in a way.

(time skip to the actual awards bc im a horrible writer and cannot care enough to try and fill the gap with sappyness)

"andddd the award goes to-" his eyes widened as he read the slip of paper with the award winners name on it "velvet and veneer-" he was interrupted once again only this time not by himself, but by the crowd behind him going crazy "wait!" he said and they all quieted down just enough to hear him, i looked beside me and velvets smile dropped hearing him say that "AND y/n y/ln!" the crowd went even louder this time, i gasped hearing my name "well dont just sit here come get the award..s?" all three of us walked torwards him, i looked to my left towards velvet and she actually smiled at me, and not even a condescending one! we both took the awards, as we walked back to our seats, velvets arm brushed against mine, i got so flustered i had to turn away so she didnt see me blushing. i dont know why i was acting so weird i hated her... right? "congratulations to the winners of this months most amazing pop stars!!" the crowd hadnt stopped yelling yet, i was fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat, picking at my hands, feeling a panic attack coming along, when suddenly i felt a hand on top of my own, locking fingers with me. i was so shocked i didnt even wanna look because i knew the amazingly pink painted nailed hands belonged to.... velvet.

she had held my hand the rest of the show, which in reality was about 10 minutes but felt like hours with her hand in mine, her hands were so soft.

(time skip to like after the show but like not left yet bc thats so unsexy an doesnt fit my amazing plot)

i was standing around the desert table talking to f/n, well it was really him talking about how much i deserved the award and how great my music is. he really knows how to make someone feel special. i looked around for velvet spotting her talking to her brother, i really wanted to speak to her, my "hatred" for her had turned to love in less than 3 hours.

"yeah you were obviously winning the awar-" f/n was cut off mid sentence by the green haired girl that i couldnt get out of my mind "hey y/n can i talk to you?" she asked me, her cold demeanor still up but i felt like there was something under her coldness, i followed her after muttering a quick "sorry" in f/n's direction.

we finally got to a deserted hallway when she finally spoke "are you okay?" she asked, cold demeanor slipping as soon as we were alone "y-yeah why wouldnt i be?" i asked stumbling over my words abit because of the close proximity between us..

velvets POV

her stuttering was kinda cute. "because you seemed like you were gonna pass out, babe" i couldn't catch myself before the pet name slipped out, i guess its out there that i dont reslly hate y/n now. i guess i just didnt like the idea of not being on top, but now that we're both on top its kinda nice. "oh yeah that..." she trailed off, blushing a bit, either from embarrassment or the pet name, probably the latter if we're being honest. "sorry, i just get a bit overwhelmed with thr crowds and loud screaming, which i know is weird since im a pop star- so i basically signed up for this-"y/n" "and they probably saw me too and they think i hate them now- and im gonna lose the award-"y/n" "and im not gonna be able to write music anymore because everyones gonna hate me, and ill have no money- and ill be homeless and-"y/n!" i finally got her attention finally silencing the rambling girl "sorry.." she looked really upset "its okay y/n, you dont need to apologize. you did nothing wrong i promise." i replied tucking a loose strand of hair behind her hair, finally noticing how close we were. "velvet" y/n whispered, as i cupped her cheek "hm?" i hummed leaning in a bit waiting for her to initiate what was about to happen(consent is sexy) "are you sure" she muttered "mhm" and with that she finally closed the gap, her soft lips meeting mine. when we finally seperated we were both panting from the lack of air. "that was..." "great" i finished her sentence. "would you wanna maybe, you know. go out tomorrow?" i asked, still a bit flustered from the kiss. "like a date?" she said teasingly "y-yeah. a date." "of course, what time are you picking me up" she said with a smirk "is 8 good?" "see you at 8 velvs" and with that she gave me one more peck and walked away.

[xiaoao]

ok so like I just finished “Bocchi The Rock” just recently and

i started thinking ab how the haikyuu teams would react or smth like that

im prbly gonna make this a series but yeah 

lets start with our all time favorite, Karasuno !!

ENJOYYY

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ʸ/ᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴿᴼᶜᴷ! ♪♫

KARASUNO

♩ - They’re overjoyed!! To hear that their heavily introverted manager has FINALLY found people to talk to

♩ - it’s a great thing that they all share the same interests!!

♩ - even they ( Karasuno ) can’t make y/n speak or do something like that, let alone perform in front of people!!!

♩ - they’re extremely proud, ESPECIALLY Kiyoko and Sugawara

♩ - “they’ve grown so much…. (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)” “they have.” - Sugawara and Kiyoko

♩ - Tanaka and Nishinoya almost cried in joy and almost tackled you ( Ennoshita grabbed them by the collar before they did )

♩ - everyone was so supportive!!

♩ - when you said that your first gig will happen soon and you had to sell a specific amount of tickets, you had to get more from the manager so that everyone could come

♩ - then a hard weather struck, despite putting up paper dolls to fend off the storm

♩ - you and your bandmates were DEVASTED, only a few ppl showed up

♩ - the bassist you met that helped you promote your band and had a street performance came though!!!

♩ - then suddenly, they came!! Even Yachi and Kiyoko came!!

♩ - your bandmates were pleasantly surprised, but was happy that a bunch of people came to watch anyways ( even if the large group came for you specifically )

♩ - at the end of the gig, the third years cried ( Kiyoko shed a few tears, after all, you were improving as a person. )

♩ - even though you still had room for improvement to look at the crowd when performing, everyone believed that it was worth walking in the heavy storm ( “Tsukki liked the performance! I can tell because he was really focused on you!” - Yamaguchi )

♩ - all in all, everyone love you dearly and is very proud of you

ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿ ᴴᴱᴬᴰᶜᴬᴺᴼᴺˢ! ♪♫

#¹ ᴰᵃⁱᶜʰⁱ ˢᵃʷᵃᵐᵘʳᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - when he first met you as Karasuno’s manager training for Yachi’s support in the future, he was reaaaal hesitant

♩ - but when everyone learned that you played the guitar, everything went batshit ( positively )

♩ - but he’s supportive, your number one supporter absolutely 

♩ - watches you play cs he wants to make sure you arent injured

♩ - he isn’t aware that you’re THAT guitar he sees on his feed

♩ - thinks you’re very good at the guitar !!

♩ - he thinks your personality is a very big contrast into what you play ( rock )

♩ - thought you were a completely different person when playing the guitar ( partially true ig )

♩ - will continue to support your future gigs!! 

♩ - if you go professional one day, he says he’d go to every gig he can 

#² ˢᵘᵍᵃʷᵃʳᵃ ᴷᵒᵘˢʰⁱ! ♪♫

♩ - was so surprised when he learned you played the guitar

♩ - was probably thinking ukelele BUT NOOO

♩ - his eyes widened when he saw that large ass case and when you opened it it was an electric guitar

♩ -”????” was written all over his face

♩ - thinks ure still a cutie tho

♩ - he LOVES looking at your focused expression when trying to learn a new song

♩ - is so overjoyed he’s losing his mind

♩ - “MY Y/N IS SO TALENTED (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)” - Sugawara

♩ - when he learned you can play acoustic, he visited your place and listened to you play

♩ - he had SUCH a big grin it was so cute

♩ - not that u noticed since u were too preoccupied with the guitar

#³ ᴬˢᵃʰⁱ ᴬᶻᵘᵐᵃⁿᵉ ♪♫

♩ - You didn't expect he'd be so nervous when you touched the guitar

♩ - tbf you threw the guitar in your hands ( js shows your bond w the guitar 🤲 )

♩ - he, too, was also “????”

♩ - he worries for your ears 

♩ - and fingers, he noticed that they had scars and looked rough

♩ - he sees you as a talented person though!! 

♩ - he had a hunch you were THAT popular guitarist but just thought he was hallucinating

♩ - is willing to go to your gigs to support you!! Even if the people there are intimidating!!

#⁴ ʸᵘᵘ ᴺⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵒʸᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - His eyes went BRIGHT.

♩ - As if there were stars in his eyes!! Really!!

♩ - He was really amazed when he heard from Ennoshita that you play the guitar

♩ - Same as Sugawara, he was expecting something small like a ukelele or something like that based from your personality

♩ - Seeing that electric guitar in your hands, he smiles so brightly it shows his extroverted energy

♩ - will go to your gigs no matter when and where, LITERALLY.

♩ - in his timeskip, he travels around the world, and if he hears any news that you're gig is somewhere around the world, HE WILL AUTOMATICALLY GO THERE.

♩ - ALSO your number 1 supporter behind the 3rd years !!

#⁵ ᴿʸᵘⁿᵒˢᵘᵏᵉ ᵀᵃⁿᵃᵏᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - Was the most interested one honestly

♩ - since he was a “punk” or “gangster”, I feel like he'd be interested in punk music

♩ - it just so happens you cover punk music in secret!!

♩ - the first to find out that you were THAT guitarist, but didn't tell anyone for obvious reasons

♩ - he's actually pretty quiet whenever you're practicing with Karasuno

♩ - again, is willing to go to every gig you have if he's not too busy

♩ - ( the timeskip ) at one gig, he came with Kiyoko as a way to celebrate their wedding, and Tanaka cried at the amount of people who came to watch you

♩ - “Y/N HAS IMPROVED SO MUCH. (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡” - Tanaka, Kiyoko was rubbing his back as you awkwardly stand there.

♩ - after the gig, he learned that a lot of people came specifically for YOU and he cried in Kiyoko's arms again

#⁶ ᶜʰⁱᵏᵃʳᵃ ᴱⁿⁿᵒˢʰⁱᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - The sweetest 🥹

♩ - First to find out you played the guitar

♩ - he spotted you in one of the classrooms, on the brink of tears cs your guitar's string wouldn't tune well, so you thought it'd break ( since the guitar was given by your father, you didn't want to break it of course )

♩ - helped you calm down, even helped you fix the guitar

♩ - just watched you the whole time you practiced

♩ - LOVER BOY.

♩ - helped you patched up your fingers too when they had cuts and blisters

♩ - if the 3rd years are you number one supporter, then he's your number 1 fanboy

♩ - similar to Tanaka, he literally broke down due to the improvement.

♩ - “I feel so proud (´ ͡༎ຶ ͜ʖ ͡༎ຶ `)” - Ennoshita

♩ - safe to say, you'll always see his face during gigs and concerts.

#⁷ ᴴⁱˢᵃˢʰⁱ ᴷⁱⁿᵒˢʰⁱᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - lord bless his soul

♩ - when he saw your hands all blistered and covered in some tape he full on panicked

♩ - when you explained, his eyebrows raised

♩ - he stood there awkwardly and went like “oh.”

♩ - but despite everything, he was really invested whenever you'd practice with Karasuno

♩ - he sees you as someone ambitious, talented, and gifted

♩ - when he received the news you were in a band, he was skeptical due to your very Introvertedness

♩ - but in the end, he believed you

♩ - during your first gig, he was as nervous as you for some reason!!

♩ - but before the song you and your band created start, you hear him audibly whispered “You can do it!!” Together with Yamaguchi

♩ - Is still super nervous when going to your future gigs

♩ - he saw your improvement and is super proud and happy where you are at!!

#⁸ ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰⁱᵗᵒ ᴺᵃʳⁱᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - he was also quite shocked, but one of the people to have expected you had a hidden talent

♩ - at some point, he wanted to ask you if you could teach him, but brushed it off

♩ - is super duper supportive!!

♩ - one time during one of your gigs ( a future gig ), he persuaded his family to come

♩ - they did NOT regret, his family said they wanted to come to the next gig

♩ - you were still very awkward that time, so you just awkwardly bowed as a thank you

♩ - mans great at persuading people cause bro got a lot of people into your music

♩ - ( time skip ) he still listens to your music even if he doesn't physically go to your gigs and concerts

♩ - he streams and shares your music to a lot of people he knows!

♩ - your number 1 moral support 🥹

#⁹ ᵀᵒᵇⁱᵒ ᴷᵃᵍᵉʸᵃᵐᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - when he first heard your skills in the guitar, he was so stiff

♩ - it's like that one time where he couldn't compliment Tsukishima

♩ - when he praised you, it was so awkward.

♩ - but, Sugawara came in to save the day and clear up what Kageyama meant

♩ - he.. Surprisingly listens to your music on an mp3 player ( back then )

♩ - during timeskip, he listens to your music, whether it'd be rock / punk music, soft music, solos, collabs, etcetera, he'd listen to it before volleyball matches

♩ - in all honesty, you were the second person Kageyama was close to, so he wants to support you in any way possible

♩ - not that he'd admit anything..

♩ - even when he doesn't go to your concerts and gigs, he's there virtually watching your concerts and gigs through the screen together with his other teammates in the Adlers

#¹⁰ ˢʰᵒʸᵒ ᴴⁱⁿᵃᵗᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - Was literally SO HYPED when he learned you played the guitar

♩ - “can you play something?! Pleaseee?!” - Hinata

♩ - thinking back at it, Hinata was probably your best hype man

♩ - he persuaded you to perform in one of the events in Karasuno, and it was a success

♩ - same as Narita, he invited his whole family ( except Natsu cause she wasn't allowed ) in your first gig, and you gained a lot and a lot of praise

♩ - Hinata is always, ALWAYS present when your practicing

♩ - he'd always be near you, sitting beside you, in front of you, etcetera

♩ - he's hyperfocused!! If only he can be this focused during class

♩ - he asked if he could be taught one day

♩ - he retracted that statement after learning his hands can get affected bro did not want to sacrifice it for the sake of volleyball

♩ - same as Kageyama, due to being a professional volleyball player, he doesn't have much time in his hands

♩ - but he'd listen to your music the night before a match, and just a few minutes before a match

♩ - he'll always support you!!

#¹¹ ᴷᵉⁱ ᵀˢᵘᵏⁱˢʰⁱᵐᵃ! ♪♫

♩ - bro looked like he expected it

♩ - well, actually he did, after seeing how rough your fingertips are, he had a hunch

♩ - also one of the few people that knows you're THAT guitarist ykyk

♩ - as much as he seems uninterested, he was actually invested during your first gig

♩ - he personally believed that you carried the second song after the first song being so untuned

♩ - but he won't say shit.

♩ - since you both are quiet, you two bond quite well

♩ - at some point you two were alone in the classroom, you were quiet as you strum the guitar

♩ - you can assume that's the time where Tsukishima started tolerating you better

♩ - he doesn't seem like a fan of your music, but during your high school days??

♩ - he had every song downloaded in his mp3, no one knew even Yamaguchi

♩ - that was his lil secret hehe

♩ - up until now, he listens to your music ( your solos and the soft music ) during studying, and the other music ( your punk / rock music ) before matches

♩ - it's his personal “hype man”

♩ - he'll always secretly support you from the shadows

#¹² ᵀᵃᵈᵃˢʰⁱ ʸᵃᵐᵃᵍᵘᶜʰⁱ! ♪♫

♩ - sweetie 🥹 (2)

♩ - he was the first to point out your fingers, that's how Tsukishima found out actually

♩ - whenever you'd leave your guitar alone and he's near the guitar, he'd always guard it just in case someone wanted to hold it

♩ - he even cleaned it once!!

♩ - when he could play music, he'd play your soft ( kind of lofi vibe ) ones on the speaker, or one of your solos where you sing and your voice is really comforting

♩ - he loves listening to you hum when you're practicing

♩ - Yamaguchi would share his mp3 playlist with other Karasuno members, or other people in general HAHAHA

♩ - loverboy. (2)

♩ - your number 2 fanboy. 🥹

[enha-sua]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [ENGENE-MADE] A-Z WITH SUA !

( a is for... ) at this point *tsk* i don't even know man , it's just at this point really

( b is for... ) boynextdoor *winks* listen to their song , it's a good song to skip down the street and disassociate from life.

( c is for... ) crab? jay i am allergic to crab , are you trying to take me out of this earth , what's your beef with me.

( d is for... ) don't you value the air , you like life right , then unhand my phone jake.

( e is for... ) *falls out of chair , gets up like nothing happened* "eh , i've had worse happened to me before."

( f is for... ) forget it , im getting the shoes , will deal with the consequences later.

( g is for... ) goddammit *looks at the staff* who said that *she's alone*

( h is for... ) have you seen my fake nail , im gonna try and glue it back on , i gotta get my moneys worth.

( i is for... ) i could've been a neurosurgeon had i not taken the idol role... think about that , i could've been holding a knife as a job *everyone is silently praying*

( j is for... ) *jungwon asking her to translate* jungwon my love , i am not the right person for this job , i can barely speak korean.

( k is for... ) karma is the best song on the album *check the comments* why are you guys booing me in the comments.

( l is for... ) love triangles bring me so much stress *literally sitting in between heeseung and sunghoon the biggest love triangle in kpop*

( m is for... ) maybe i am the problem... yeah it's definitely me.

( n is for... ) no , i simply don't want to do it , and you can't make.

( o is for... ) *randomly when it's quite* ooooh eeee like karma-a-a

( p is for... ) *screams at the top of her lungs* PARK SUNGHOON *sunghoon is scared* "can you get that"

( q is for... ) quite , im looking for my airpod and i can't think.

( r is for... ) *ni-ki talking while she's driving* ri-ki i will crash this car if i don't focus , calm down.

( s is for... ) so what you're saying is that you hate me , wow after all we've been through *all heeseung said was no*

( t is for... ) take my photo sunghoon *gets photo back* did you take it with a refrigerator, this is terrible.

( u is for... ) uhhh im not sure if i can answer that without legal liability.

( v is for... ) vote for me best enhypen member.

( w is for... ) what the hell *everyone is shock* what , i didn't say nothing

( x is for... ) xoxo <3 *thinks for a second* somi baby please come back i miss you

( y is for... ) *reads a mean comment* you hate my voice?? i mean you can turn off the live , im the one who has to live with it so.

( z is for... ) zero intellectual thoughts in there , just marbles and vibes.

©️ENHA-SUA

[formulawonu]

seventeen & drunk conversations

prompt: how svt would be in drunk conversations

a/n: hi i'm back and got kinda carried away... tag yourselves i'm a combination of woozi and lee chan 🤠

seungcheol: "i love you i love you i love you" "SAY IT BACK WTH" gets all pouty dkxhsjhb would also attempt to talk to you seriously about whatever is going on with your life <//3 big believer of a drunk persons words are a sober persons thoughts

jeonghan: "ha i knew u were a lightweight" "bet u can't take one more shot" DEADASS what an enabler u both would already be drunk and he'd still be challenging u to drink more. the competitiveness just jumps out i guess???? but it would be a fun night. 50% chance of tears if the mood is right

joshua: stopppppp he'd be holding ur hand or leaning his head on ur shoulder i know u all saw that tipsy dingo live. he'd probably also just be muttering stuff under his breath or singing along to whatever song is in the background he is my king of sitting pretty wherever and whenever he'd also be making sure ur ok

junhui: im sorry this man is in a whole other different dimension. u would THINK ur talking to him then realize mid sentence that he is just.....not there... he would probably think he's having a conversation with u but actually it was all just happening in his head and he was really just staring into the distance zoned out irl fml

hoshi: "yo yo yo listen to me im not drunk i actually love you" "IM BEING SERIOUS IM NOT DRUNK I LOVE UR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?" everyone knows hes drunk. even he knows hes drunk. does it matter? no. he would also actually try to have a deep n heartfelt conversation with u:( pls value the mans drunk words they actually mean a lot and come from the heart :/

wonwoo: ok depending on the vibe he either gets even more quiet or hes literally just laughing at everything im gonna cry diusfkghjfj,cm (sorry that was my bias talking) like if it's a drinking situation where deep conversations are happening he's probably really internalizing everything going on and paying attention to whoever is speaking so he really remembers the moment but if its a fun drinking time he's 100% laughing at whoever tf is acting up and throwing sum jokes in here and there:/ HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY

woozi: yeaaaaaaaa we got our resident sentimental drunk here 🤠 like he's kinda like wonwoo in the sense that he's really basking in the moment and noticing every detail about what's happening and who he's with but he's really just... a soft guy when he's drunk i think he'd be the type to take out his phone in the middle of the night to just write about how he feels/drunk thoughts in his notes just so he could think abt it when he's sober or potentially get inspiration from it :( brings up nice past memories n all... LEE JIHOON I LOVE YOU

minghao: he's just giggling the entire time and maybe just a lil more snarky... "sorry? did u say something? i couldn't hear u over the shot i poured out for u that u didn't take" would also initiate several group toasts and takes pics of u/whoever he's with to capture the moment. becomes more vocal abt his feelings in general actually. would 10/10 want to get drunk with minghao

mingyu: hes a flirty drunk stop it rn. opens all ur bottles/cans for u and hands it back to u with a wink, takes shots for u, has his arm draped across ur seat.... HES JUST NATURALLY LIKE THAT OK PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE :/ its just even more pronounced when hes intoxicated. asks u ever so often if ur ok if u need water :/ "i'll take the shot for u just remember u owe me something" MOVE!!!!!!!!! but he's v receptive of u and that translates in how caring he is... ugh what a man

seokmin: byeeeee hes also so touchy. hes showering u with kisses and hugs. "i actually LOVE you though!!!!!! return my love!!!!" ur in for a long night if u put him and hoshi together. im being serious good luck. but he's suddenly down to do anything now - cook a feast? go night swimming? karaoke? he's ur guy. would not stop letting u know how much he appreciates and loves u:/ romantic or not:/ if hes sweet sober hes even more drunk:(

seungkwan: omfg he nags at u so much "ANOTHER SHOT?? REALLY???" "WHY ARE U ASSUMING I WANT TO TAKE ANOTHER SHOT" then takes the shot anyway lmao he'd be easier to fool into doing smth stupid to make everyone laugh bec he just wants good vibes n good memories :/ and he's even more doting on whoever he's with like he would 100% get u water and u could trust him with anything. my dream wingman for real he would know how ur feeling and how the night is going without any words needed. he is ESSENTIAL

vernon: he's the one finishing all of the snacks on the table while everyone is talking. he is pure vibes. nodding his head to whatever music is playing in the background and listening to the conversations going on. inputs here and there but hes happier going with whatever vibe is of the night. great person to have beside u imo if u wanna go crazy he'll jump with u if u wanna sit down and talk he'll do that too. might even share a cig with u if the mood calls for it. vernon is on my night out dream team as well

dino: THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!!!! like he doesn't even ask to be it -- he just naturally draws attention and everyone loves playing with him jiskfdhrkd "guys ive literally been the only one taking shots this isnt fair" "WHAT DO U MEAN I LOST THE GAME I HAVENT PLAYED" but he just goes with it because he wants a good time. however as the night progresses and the group gets smaller n smaller he starts becoming serious lee chan and tries to heart to heart with whoever is there. :/ he has a lot of valuable thoughts to let out so whoever is with him pls LISTEN!

[celestial-sapphicss]

help im so not normal i have like 0 thoughts at the moment 😭 my school president you have bewitched my heart and soul!!!!!!

this was a show about friendship. about how every relationship has ups and downs but if you love and care for each other and talk to each other, nothing is gonna break your friendship.

this was a show about first love. about how teenage love isn't some frivolous thing that either goes away or only causes distraction, but has the power to make your kost formative years even happier and give you the strength and courage to achieve everything you dream of.

this was a show about songs & music and how they can convey the deepest of meanings. love songs we listen to in high school become the original soundtrack for our first love. it's so real because when you look back the songs that you're most attached to are the ones you heard in your teens.

this was a show about parents and what it means to love them, be scared of them, lose them and be scared to lose them. about how you lose every worry in the world when you know you have their unconditional support. about how you wish to tell them everything in your life even when you're not sure how they'll react.

this was a show about how even the most insignificant thing in high school feels like something that would change the trajectory of your life and when everyone around you takes your fears and insecurities into due diligence instead of belittling you, everything seems less scary like its going to be all right.

and most importantly, this was a show about courage, fear, winning and failure. and with the right people by your side, with your chosen family, you can overcome everything

thank you to the team of my school president and every on of y'all here on tumblr who made these 12 weeks even more fun 💌

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hii!! I've noticed you haven't posted in a while and I wondered if you we're feeling okay.

If you can, could you write a pidge x fem reader on a birthday? Like what reader would for pidge's birthday or what pidge would so for reader's birthday. Either or both would be great since there aren't a lot of pidge fics around 😭😭😭

Thanks so much if you end up writing this!!

YESSSSSSS PIDGE IS SO BABY I LOVE HERRRR 🥹 obvi im gonna do both scenarios! Also, thanks for your concern, anon. 2023 started great and then the second half of the year just felt way too chaotic and overwhelming. I lost my motivation to write for a minute there. Still trying to get back into the swing of it. Anywaysssss ENJOY~

Pidge’s Birthday

Honestly, this babe would be so grateful to just have everyone on the team, you included, wish her a happy birthday at some point throughout the day.

Pretty much any gesture made after that would really make her special day even more special

And then you get/make her gifts and maybe even get everyone to very annoyingly sing her happy birthday and you and Hunk work really hard to make her a cake and-

And maybe you even give her a birthday kiss on the cheek or on her nose and she thinks she might just pass away rn

She feels very appreciated and seen.

This might just be me projecting and self-inserting here but I think Pidge would have a love hate feeling towards her birthday bc it lowkey hurts her feelings when ppl she’s close to don’t remember her bday bc I just know she always remembers everyone else’s and always wishes them a happy bday.

Like c’mon! Just shoot her a text at least!

Matt definitely gives her birthday punches every. single. year. Sorry just had to add that in here.

You can join in if you want but Pidge may feel a bit betrayed

If you decide to fight Matt and protect your girl instead, she’ll be cracking up laughing as she watched you two idiots goof off.

Probably tears up a tiny bit when everyone gathers in the same room to sing her happy birthday bc she feels so important but if you ask her if she’s crying she’ll for sure deny it.

Definitely wants to spend some alone time with you at the end of the day. Cuddles, playing video games in the darkness of her messy room, soft giggles and light blushes as you two share gentle lingering touches.

Thanks you profusely for caring enough to treat her so well on her bday

Reader’s Birthday

So if she knows when your birthday is ahead of time, she’ll totally take her time putting together some awesome birthday plans for your special day.

If she ends up finding out that your birthday is only a few days away, best believe she is running around like a wild beast, basically begging every other team member to help her put something decent together in just a couple days.

She looks so calm and chill on the outside, but inside she’s screaming and panicking and freaking out.

Tries her best, regardless of time restraints, to make your day completely stress free, fun and exciting.

Probably ends up doing some pretty simple things for you like helping Hunk make a cake, putting up some cheesy decorations, waking you up with breakfast and coffee in bed, getting everyone together to sing to you

BUT she makes sure that even these typical birthday gestures are just perfect for you.

Takes her time with the cake, even nitpicking Hunk as he tries to decorate the cake with icing.

Basically threatens anyone Keith who doesn’t want to join the happy birthday singing bc she’ll be damned if anyone is missing as they all swoon over you and watch you blush at their song.

Definitely makes you some cool tech gift like a little bot that follows you around and protects you or a cool little gadget you can listen to music on

Asks you at least 4,592 times throughout the day if you’re having fun, enjoying your day, feeling okay. She’s so sweet and considerate

She for sure wants to give you a bday kiss but baby girl is so so nervous, she can’t bring it up to you.

Doesn’t even have to be a kiss on the lips although she wouldn’t mind she just wants to give you at least one small show of affection before the end of the day.

Yeah, she holds your hand and gently rubs your back a few times throughout the day but that’s stuff she normally does so today, on your birthday, she wants to take it just a tad bit further

And you bet your ass she’s gonna ask you first bc consent is sexy okay?

“(Y/N)?” Her voice is shaky as she sits on her bed beside you.

“Yes?” And now the intense eye contact and heavy silence makes you both start panting.

“Can I kiss you?” Her pretty eyes are moving rapidly as she searches your face for any hint of protest and her own face is twisted up with anticipation.

You don’t even have to reply, just lean in and kiss the girl already!

It’s probably the simplest but ABSOLUTE BEST birthday you’ve ever had 💚