#but i love u ai goodnight

[theloveinc]

Same person as anon abefore! I wanted to ask about any personal rules you have for this blog? (Only if you feel comfortable answering ofc) bc i saw your post about adding thoughts onto other peoples post and had no idea some people dislike that! But it makes sense why it might make others uncomfortable in a way

-curious question from someone who would very much like a moot (only if you want one too :D !!!!)

hello dear friend :) ... yes ofc you can ask!! tho apologies in advance if this is a complicated answer (and i got your other ask too, tho imma save it for tomorrow bc i'm exhousted)...

i actually personally don't have, nor have ever had, rules for my blog.... mostly bc people have their rules broken ALL the time and i just don't want to worry myself w/ accusing askers/followers of doing this or that (can't break any rules if there aren't any), you know?

but also that's pretty easy for me to say bc i don't really have any like... big triggers or icks or things that bother me, either, so like. if i get something i don't want to address ... i just won't lol? tho that rarely happens cuz i want to get to everything even if i CAN'T or don't

as for like... additions to posts, i think everyone has different preferences regarding how one should go about it? so i can't answer for everyone... but asking is def a safe and kind bet, ALWAYS.

as for me, NORMALLY (adding thoughts) isn't something that bothers me! i love seeing what people have to say, esp if they're friends of mine or add acknowledgements to the creator of the post.

but i think what p*ssed me off today is the fact that........ even tho the reblob was most definitely well intentioned, it just felt a little like i was ransacked of my own idea, esp since that blog has way more followers and friends than i do and i felt like people were responding to them rather than like... me/my idea/OUR idea (and we've never spoken either so .... ??? double whammy)

but anyway. i really want to say like, don't be afraid of adding onto my stuff, or doing anything really idgaf, cuz usually i totally don't mind and esp now that we're friends and have chatted!

but now... i guess i can say, in MY case specifically, recognition does go a long way. even just adding a little like... "hope you don't mind if i add to this!" or "great idea!! this makes me think of ___" would make it feel so much better than just reblobbing as if it were your (as an example) idea in the first place to contribute to.

BUT USUALLY I'M NOT THAT PICKY. TODAY WAS JUST :/ bc i felt a little ignored by someone i do admire and appreciate. but please don't stress yourself, whatever happens i'm always happy to forgive<333

but thank you so much for being so considerate, for my sake and everyone's. i hope this wasn't too hard to read, new mootie friend☺️ (fyi, i follow from @virtualizated)

[totheblood]

hii love can you write hcs of ellie williams in protective gf mode

a/n: of course! thank u for the request <;3 p.s little bonus ai audio at the end (ellie yelling at u lol, ellie telling u to drink up, ellie asking u whats wrong)

protective gf ellie

it’s no secret that ellie is extremely protective of the people around her, but when it came to you it was a whole other story

she’s protective of you out in the world, if you’re on patrol together she will always enter new areas before you, scoping it out before giving you the okay to come in

“it’s safe to come in, babe.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“and you’re still alive, so where’s my thank you?”

she would definitely try not to baby you since she’s positive you can hold your own (it’s very hot to her how badass you are on patrol) but sometimes she just can’t control it

she knows she’s immune so she would much rather take her chances than have you be bit, but you don't know that so you get into little quips about why she doesn’t let you fight infected

“i don’t see why i can’t clear out the area with you ellie, i feel like i’m not pulling my weight.”

“it’s not safe, you could get bit.”

“SO COULD YOU!”

“but i won’t.”

she will always check the sturdiness of the floor before telling you to follow her (she’s fallen through too many floors to take her chances with you)

when you do end up getting hurt on patrol she gets mad

like unreasonably angry at you… she’s working on it

“what the fuck were you thinking?! going in there gun’s blazing, you didn’t know how many of them there were!” she would scold you while tending to your wounds, it was honestly very confusing

“i’m sorry, i jus-“

“don’t do it again.” she would say it in her sternest voice before kissing the gauze where she patched you up

when it comes to protecting you from other people in jackson ellie was known for being ruthless

a guy hitting on you at the diner? she would slide into the booth next to you and wrap her arm around your waist with an exaggerated, “hey baby.”

someone who won’t leave you alone when you’re obviously uncomfortable? she would immediately step in between the two of you with her finger pointed in the guys face, “hey back the fuck up!”

if she ever saw you crying, all hell would break loose

inside her rage would be boiling, but on the outside she was running up to you, putting your face in her hands, scanning your body for any injuries, and asking you with the most tender voice, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“these guys would not stop making fun of me on my way home.” you would explain in between sniffles “just got so overwhelmed, but i’m okay.”

“who? what did they look like? what were they saying?”

“ellie, don’t do anything.”

“i won’t, just tell me. wanna make sure those assholes shovel horse shit for a month.”

after you would tell her she’d press a kiss on your forehead and stay with you until you fell asleep

after she would go out and find the guys who made you cry and beat them up (violence isn’t the answer but this is ellie and she’s a sucker for revenge)

ellie’s actually not above punching anyone for you, she just would never let you see that side of her

a part of her also wants to protect you from herself and what she’s capable of

so whenever she’s not doing mentally well she would seperate herself from you so she doesn’t lash out at you

she hates the look on your face when anyone yells at you and she knows she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was on the receiving end

she also always walks you home, she likes when you call her a gentleman and kiss her goodnight

she’s also protective of you when you’re not feeling well, absolutely ignoring her own health to make sure you’re eating, sleeping, and getting enough water

“c’mon baby, drink up.” she would coo as she gently sat you up in your bed, her protective hand resting on the small of you back while you drank

she would stroke your hair as you slept, constantly checking your body temperature as she waited for your fever to break

on the flipside, whenever she was sick she wouldn’t let you around her

you would be banging on her door with homemade soup being like “ellie, open this goddamn door!”

and her sick ass would say “no! don't wanna get you sick!” through her stuffy nose

“fine, but i’m leaving the soup outside your door, please make sure you eat it and drink water!”

“thank you.”

“okay, bye, i love you!”

“i love you more”

she’s always doting on you, making sure your happy and satisfied

if you’re eating together she would make sure you are full before she finishes her plate just in case you want more

at community events her eyes would always return to you even when she’s in conversation with someone else

“she’s fine y’know? just the spring dance.” jesse would say after her looking over at you for the tenth time in their 15 minute conversation

“i know. i just like looking at her.” it wasn’t a lie, but she was still just making sure you were okay

ai audios:

[beom1e]

eternal masterlist

ephemeral masterlist | plot-accurate playlist

beomgyu was your first love, even though it had been a short-lived experience. but a not-so-white lie caused the downfall of your relationship in a matter of minutes, and left you unable to forgive him. though, in the end, you’re both doing just fine.

eternal — having no beginning and no end, lasting forever. bliss, continuing without interruption.

pairing choi beomgyu x fem! reader.

genre the aftermath, kind of a university au, film student! reader, music student! beomgyu, social media au, angsty fluff.

warning breakup, poor life choices, prior character death, alcohol use, cursing, club / party culture.

featuring miyawaki sakura, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, nakamura kazuha, shin ryujin, shin yuna, natty.

chapters

profiles | city girlz | quiet time

prologue | sometime in june

01 | Yeonjun & co.

02 | zuha vs clubbing

03 | beom Liked

04 | grad dates

05 | yikes..

06 | bro fumbled

07 | what if

08 | bad morning

09 | crush denial

10 | sometimes sleepy

11 | hit vegas?

12 | collided

13 | the villain

14 | the hsm way

15 | she’s ai

16 | um, hey

17 | i can hope

18 | goodnight beomgyu

19 | deprived

20 | Big trouble

21 | whose car?

status ongoing.

taglist @beomsitez @wccycc @captivq @wave2love @soobsfairy444 @woncheecks @gyuville @hyeinszn @wonioml @soonyoungblr @axo-l0tl @isascat @bgomtori @strawbrinkofdeath @minhoino @run2seob @bangchansbae @xxmaysaaxx @moagyuu @suurejann @cherries-blooms @koeuh @ameliesaysshoo @n034sy @starrsea @destairea @barbi2709 @alyssajavenss @lily-loves-kpop @bunnisoobin @lolos-hoes @rikizm @mwahvvis @heegyuwrld @zzhyuu @damn-u-min-yoongi @junsprincess @miyawwn @ja4hyvn @20-cms @y2kgyu @luvfrgyu @junnmizz @myknifeyourlife @joonsvision @soobiary @vivienne2000 @cheesemonky

taglist availability 2 / 50

[obscure-song-tournament]

Obscure Song Tournament Masterpost - Round One!

Bracket images + list below the cut. (Long post)

Extremely apologies for that fucked up formatting, it was the easiest way for me to set it up & now I don’t feel like redoing it <3

BRACKETS

Matches will be updated with links when the posts go up :-) (links removed when votes finished. Link link whyyyyy </3)

A

虚に産まれた毒蟲達の選択 - Haint VS. Keep Away - Insane Driver

Manchester - Lana Wild VS. Pulp Friction - Fool Heavy

Scatterbrain - Casual Tees VS. Dopamine - The Fundementals

Angelic 2 the Core - Corey Feldman VS. Sad Hit Song - V is for Villains

Cosmos - Jawbreaker Reunion VS. Patches - Jawbreaker Reunion

John Congleton & The Nighty Nites VS. Away From You - Nicole

New Dance - DEERPEOPLE VS. Not My Good Side - Deafpony

Maple Leaf Etc. - Maxshh VS. Give Me a Moment - 2far2jump

B

Goodbye Goodnight - Eudora June VS. Mama - Eudora June

The Helper - Giannah Noelle VS. The Hummingbird - Miss E

Worm Song - Sunny Side Down VS. Victim of a Siren - Seraph Siege

There’s a Darkness (but There’s also a Light) - The Wild VS. Ray - Dylans TIE

Alive - GON VS. Red - Oh Dorian

You are Loved - David Lamotte VS. Getting Around to it(Maybe) - Ollie Oxyn

Timed Out - blockkids VS. Where U Goin? - Half In the Bag

All That I Am - Maia Grandy VS. For Me - Dearlie

C

The Hidden Word - Noe Venable VS. Echo in the Hills - Carrie Elkin TIE

Hold Onto Myself - Yendawg VS. YOUR GALAXY - ROZLYN PELL

critter song - tidepooler VS. Juliet and Juliet - Kactus Kid

Low Rent Truman Show - Marc with a C VS. Body Heat - Guard Petal

Pub Money - Bag of Cans VS. Take a Peek - Heat Above

Daddy Daedalus watched me GO DOWN IN FLAMES! - lonely carp VS. The Danger - Patricia Wallinga(twt: @ pwallinga)

Call Me Captain - Emrys Layne (tumblr: @ callmecapt) VS. Insecurity Impermanence - Ian Woodside

Deep Blue - Grapefruit VS. You’re So Hot To Me - Commuted

D

Fly Octo Fly Piano Arrangement - Original - ButterShutter VS. PIANO GAMES - Hazma Notes

Devil’s Game - Lonovve VS. Worst in the World - Uncle Outrage

Cheese (Original Mix) - Cheese VS. The Best Poop of Your Life - Squatty Potty

Сопряжение сфер - Ясвена VS. Hokutoshichisei no Ichiya - Akiko Ikuina

Pink Clouds - Sammy J VS. There Will be Someone at My Funeral Who Doesn’t Want to be There - Sammy J

The Crayon Song - Class of 3000 VS. Eco - Jim Valley

Kinky Murder Machine - Slav the Dog VS. TECVM CIRCVMAMBVLARE NOLO - John Linnel

Imagination - Niel Innes VS. Me & Nikolai - Pale Young Gentlemen TIE

E

Checking My Pulse - Alix Olsen VS. Eat Your Heart Out, Sigmund Freud - Mollie Maxwell

Pink Lemonade - Kristi Krause VS. Don’t Want You - Carpark

Home(Here) - Big Tree VS. Runaways - Big Tree

Przyszłam do miasta - Ballady I Romanse VS. 10,000 Days - OK Glass

Cross My Heart - Richard Myhill VS. Hurricane - My Cat Umi

Bitches (Do as Bitches Are) - Brain’s All Gone VS. Rotten - Missouri Surf Club

Born To It - Freefonix VS. No Place Like Home - Freefonix

8:15 - 3:30 VS. last week/month/year - rain

F

Pointillize - Raccoon Fink VS. Tokyo Koya - Van

execute - ninty VS. Bloodlust - ninty

Better Red than Dead - KELChip VS. Bloodbird - KELChip

EGO - Powderpaint VS. Tax Evasion Scheme Artist - Golden Line

.. - subeteanatanoseidesu VS. Fictional Girl - cindersnow

Nighttime (I fall asleep) - SamX VS. No Time at All - MORE

GOTH BITCH DUB - 621 gecs VS. BORKYCORE - ida deerz (ft. kaj strife)

To.Get.Her - Nixis VS. Hyper Arcade - Glass Daydreams

G

Dusk and Dawn - Das Fi VS. Full of Light - Le Professeur

Between You and Me - Clementine Werchola VS. Digital Love - SilverTunes

I Wish Was Dead - Cherry and the Other People VS. Monmon_Fanmoran - Mochitsune

Splitter Girl - Weevildoing VS. Can Graze the Roof bring you back to childhood? - Anomaly Vector

Moongrains - Anomaly Vector (ft Gumi Ai) VS. Memories - Jens East (Ft Lotta Rasva) TIE

Black Plate - Profilgate VS. Ode to Janey Lou - FOE

It’s Murder - Skeleton Staff VS. The Dreaming - Marquis of Vaudeville

Best Friend - Taitoki VS. Chakra - Marnage

H

Rusalka and The Shepherd Girl - The Forgetmenauts VS. Minesweepers - Peter Bellamy

Four Tall Trees - Leslie Fish VS. Carmen Miranda’s Ghost - Leslie Fish

Butterfly/Drowsy Maggie - Double Indemnity VS. Captain Ward - Tempest

The Finchley Waltz - Robin Grey VS. The Trials Of Oscar Wilde - Alan John

Blood and Passion - Alexander James Adam VS. Winter’s Tooth - Alexander James Adam

He of Sidhe - Alexander James Adam VS. Curiosity - JTSteam

they say you see the sparrow fall - pabrizzer VS. Labyrinth - Madeline S

Star Fire - Julia Ecklar and Cynthia McQuillin VS. The Phoenix - Julia Ecklar

I

Liar and the Hound - Beneath Eden VS. Song For Sandy - Thirsty Moon

Snake in the Grass - Couch Slut VS. Bodysuit - FlooringCo

On a Walk - Fort Womb VS. Pause Button - Particle Devotion TIE

Death is a Girl - Skippocalyptic VS. Sea ll - Momoi ALLU

52 Pickup - Z. VS. Are You Underwater - The Gerbils

山谷澗 - Mysterain小雨樂隊 VS. Lately - Strip the Image

J

613 - FC the Kid VS. Never Be Famous - Hussalonia TIE

Too Hot - Jay Safari VS. Lhasa -Shapaley

We Made it - JAMIEvx VS. Collide - Harold J TIE

412 (coffin built for two) - Mollie Maxwell VS. Vampire Bop - Feel Spectres

No Bird Sing - Plastic Lines VS. Unretractable Fact - Second Person

SCARY* - EXIT ONLY VS. THREATS - ILLFIGHTYOU

Real Woman - comfort VS. Preserve - PETROLEUM! GENDERLOSS

See You in The Pit - Rotten Youth VS. No Proposals - Physical Plant

K

Rebels - Old Death Whisper VS. Maneater - Blue Eved Blondes

Candy - Joe Mama VS. la somnambule - La Femme Pendu & Damien Done

Center Stage - Howard Martin VS. Lethal Temptress - The Mendoza Line (COVER)

Gears of the Atom Man - Angels of Liberty VS. Inhuman Liberty - Dr. Arthur Krause

Wake Up Girl - Skeeter Truck VS. Pennies in my Pocket - Stamen and Pistols

Flower Gurl - Ronen VS. Dark Rip - Teen Girl Scientist Monthly

Heart of the TARDIS - Time Crash VS. Trust Me - Time Crash

The Machine - Asta Wylie VS. Not Yet - Leo and the Little Things

L

Grace - Raelle VS. Transfixed - Joss Smith, NUYD

Animal - Xisco Feijoó VS. No Me Lames - Natalia Cassis

Hyperphantasia - Fearful Earful VS. We Who Are About To Live - Le Professeur

Tonight Eternity Alone - Rene Claus VS. HEAD OF HOLOFERNES - lonely carp

Milá má - Nahore VS. Cardigan Sweater - Jasmine Kennedy TIE

Side B - Alohaha VS. Side A - Alohaha

The Binding Of Isaac - Schmekel VS. the man who wasn't there - A Fictitious Band

Let It Go - The Murder of Crows VS. Slip! - Bright Orange

M

Boy who Blocked the Sun - Demi the Daredevil VS. Rainy Day Georgia - Jayne Trimble TIE

Burn it Down with Math - Deuce of Gears VS. Camouflage - Ed's Redeeming Qualities

Reach - Rachel West VS. Haircut Song - Shannon Moser

BurnerPhone - Dirty Heathen (ft. Bittersweet Evergreen) VS. Reunion - Brent Spiner & Maude Maggart

Deadname Birthday - The Timewasters VS. Small Parts of Something Much Larger - Suns

STILL FEEL IT - caseJackal VS. Sunshine and Lollipops 2020 - Sad Snack

Smooth Operator - Supernothing VS. Say What You Want - Growth Spurt

Бетонные блоки - Truckdrivers VS. Mirèmèngies - Edona Vatoc

N

Have You Ever Seen a Duck, Like, in Real Life? - lisa the beauty queen VS. Zip Ties and SSRIs-Dinosawh

Housekeeper- Faun Fables VS. Kill the King - Rabbit Rabbit Radio

Caroline - Espers VS. Mega Mouse - Putrid Shark

Whiskey and Water - Parader VS. Tales of the Phantom Ship - Nathan

Raising the Dead! - Jessica Law VS. Lotus Eaters - Jessica Law TIE

Autism Murder Memorial- Fit to Work VS. All Cats are Beautful - Fit to Work

Moon - Feel Spectres VS. Blow Up the Moon - Feel Spectres

All For Me Grog! - Spud Bugs VS. A Place We Could Call Home (Turncoat Collective) - Spud Bugs

O

Reclaim - Porch Cat VS. Perspectives - The Cast Before the Break

Orpheus on Ice - The Small Calamities VS. Violin Concerto in the Key of Crippling Regret - The Small Calamities TIE

Paint By Numbers - From Fragile Seeds VS. Homme Offer Knee - Ben Below

Tomb Song - Nora Keyes VS. Hold My Heart - The Dune Sea

Each Time She Calls - Jessie Goslin VS. Daisies - Heather and Hay

A Catalyst - Blood Crying Twinks VS. flexible guy - clown residue

Howard - Demo - Mother Aiden VS. going thru it - teamonade

Blooming Strangely - Ginger & Pear VS. Pressed - Ginger & Pear

P

Alright! Heartcatch Precure! - Aya Ikeda VS. 恐竜あげみざわ★ - Kyouruu Friends

星の旅人 - Sayaka Senbongi & Yumiri Hanamori VS. Gyokuza no GEMINI - Eclipse

The End of the World - Fred Deakin VS. Weekend Anarchist - MEMODEMO

運命は “I" Love You - チームDEKAI VS. Endure Emptiness - Kain Vinosec

Heritage of Sampled Electronic World - KR. Palto47 VS. Ultimate Performance of Abandoned Magic Boxes ~Rack of Junks - KR. Palto47

Liminal Spaces - Logan Fredricks VS. 薔薇は美しく散る × 輪舞-revolution - okurigi66

297回の試行 - Image44 VS. 川のそばで - Image44

DiViNE - EXiNA VS. We'll make a monster of you - Freefonix

[itsthesinbin]

Happy Anniversary!

This is my anniversary gift to my girlfriend @beansapalooza ! I hope u like it

Rosta and Prala (mentioned) are my ocs, Eve, Alana and Maddie are hers

THERE’S PORN IN THIS DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT ROBOT DICK

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“What are you doing for your anniversary?” Eve’s question stopped Rosta in his tracks. He stared at their mobile unit, blank confusion on his features. Eve sighed when he didn’t verbally respond, running a hand over their face.

“Yours and Alana’s anniversary. You know. The one coming up in less than a week, now.” At Rosta’s continued silence, Eve threw their hands up.

“You’re joking right? I even gave you the information on human relationships.” Rosta didn’t want to admit he skimmed some of it. His mouth set into a frustrated frown as he re-searched through his information cache about this “anniversary”. His sigh was all Eve needed.

“I see I have nearly missed something important. Thank you.” The words were grumbled out, in shame, and Eve seemed to notice. They gave him an amused half-smile. Ideas were instantly flying through his processor, trying to think of something to do.

“... I will need to tell Alana that I will be busy for the next few- would you be willing to lie, Eve?” Eve blinked. A frown settled on their face. He held a hand up before they could accuse him of anything.

“There is something I need to create- Prala already has a blueprint, so all I need is time to make it. You will just tell her I will be busy.” Eve sighed. They know he doesn’t need sleep, but the idea of him working tirelessly on his mystery project still brings a sense of unease. But, this wouldn’t be the first time one of the AI has, they suppose.

“How many days,” they huffed. Rosta gave them an appreciative nod. He hummed slightly in thought.

“Four to five days. I will be back before the actual anniversary.” Eve put their hands on their hips, mouth set in a hard line. Their eyes narrowed. Rosta frowned.

“I’ll return in five days at the longest. Just until then. If I’m gone longer, you can tell Alana the truth. Alright?” Rosta started to head off, heading down to the section of the station that was reserved for the rest of the AI. Eve sighed, dejected, and headed off.

Rosta called his human girlfriend, fans turning on as nervousness set in. He was a good liar in the sense he naturally had a monotonous voice, but he always grew anxious when he had to lie to her. It didn’t happen often, but he still worries.

“Rosta? Something wrong?” Alana’s voice comes through the communicator clear as day. The robot can’t help but smile slightly. It was always a joy to hear her. But he needed to focus.

“There are some issues going on with some of the nodes deep in the AI section of the station- I’ll be working on them for a few days so I will not be home.” The silence on the other end immediately told Rosta that she was upset. He did not feel good about it.

“....... Oh. Will… you be gone a long time?” He could almost hear her worrying on the hem of her shirt through the comm. He smiled slightly to himself.

“No more than five days. I will return before the week is over, I promise.” She let out a little sigh.

“Alright. I’ll see you in a few days then. I’ll let Maddie know.” Rosta’s smile fell slightly. He felt especially bad about leaving Maddie for so long, as well. Hopefully, they’ll both understand.

“I’ll call to say goodnight, will that make you both feel better,” Rosta offered. Alana let out a small laugh. He could tell that put her a bit more at ease. Good. He didn’t want her to be so upset, especially with what he had planned.

“Alright, I’ll make sure to let Maddie know that too. I’ll talk to you before we go to bed, okay?” Rosta hummed slightly in response. He agreed, giving a brief goodbye- and “I love you”- and hanging up. Rosta sighed, before immediately messaging his protege- Prala.

“I need to look through your blueprints. Are you available?”

Of course they were. They were always excited to spend time with their creator.

Prala was nice enough, if over-excited about his plan. They had the plans he needed at the ready- a large, circular base that could display holographic images above it. Rosta had a backlog of pictures that he could upload into it- many family photos, as well as just photos of himself and Alana. He was thankful he automatically recorded things.

Rosta holed himself up in Vaerol’s workshop. Alana and Maddie rarely visit Vaerol due to their persistent distrust of organics, and Alana’s anxiety. He was sure he’d be uninterrupted for the duration of his stay, leaving him proper time to work.

A device such as this wasn’t hard to make for him. It was near elementary for someone with his skill and knowledge. The allotted time was more for making sure he had good images to use and to account for any customizations he wanted to make. Such as for the base to play music.

Alana hada a few songs she’d listen to often, and it was easy to ask Eve for the music files. She tended to favor soft music. Something Maddie could also listen to. Good thing he didn’t intend on making a more adult version of this gift. That could be saved for her birthday. He couldn’t help his sly smile at that thought.

Rosta worked on his little gift for five days, as he thought. Every night he would sit on call with Maddie until she fell asleep. Then when the child- their child- was asleep, Alana would sit on call afterward. Like mother, like daughter- Alana would sit on call until she simply went to sleep. He would listen to her for a little bit, then hang up the call so he wouldn’t accidentally wake her up with the sound of his tools.

To think he used to despise them just for being organic. He couldn’t imagine functioning without them anymore. He adored his little family. They gave him purpose- moreso than the other of his kind would.

On the sixth day- his anniversary- he called Alana. His gift was packaged in the pretty paper that humans liked to use for presents. He made sure to clean up from his near week of work, making himself look presentable. Alana picked up after a minute.

“Rosta? You normally don’t call until Maddie’s bedtime.” Rosta hummed slightly, a small smile on his faceplate.

“I am finally finished, so I’m coming home. Is Maddie home?” The faint sound of a knife can be heard, meaning Alana must be making food. She let out a small sigh, but Rosta could hear the smile in her voice.

“No, she’s staying with Sammy for the day- maybe the night. Why?” Rosta thanked any and every deity out there for this coincidence.

“Make sure she’s staying for the night.” Rosta’s voice grew low. The knife noise stopped, and Rosta can imagine her face growing red. She let out a shy laugh.

“Let, uh… let me call Addy then,” she muttered, giving him a little goodbye before hanging up to call Sammy’s mother. Rosta laughed to himself. It was so easy to fluster his little human.

Rosta finally returned to the apartment he shared with Alana and her daughter, Maddie. As promised, Maddie was nowhere to be seen when he entered their home. Good.

Alana was found in the dining room, eating a salad as a late lunch. As soon as she saw him, however, her food was forgotten. She wiped her mouth and immediately came over to his side. Her arms went around his waist, and all four of his slid around her in return.

“Happy anniversary,” he muttered, pulling out the wrapped package. He didn’t want to wait- not after working nonstop for days. Alana reeled back a little, surprised. Rosta placed the gift in her hands, seeing her shift anxiously.

“Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything-.” “Just open it.” He knew they’d be here for a while if they “argued” back and forth about it. Alana huffed, setting the package down on the table to unwrap it. She stared at the disc, confused, before Rosta reached down to activate it.

Soft music began to play, and the holographic display activated. Various pictures played out in a slow slideshow. All of the pictures had Alana in them, some with Maddie. A small few had him and Alana or all three of them in the images. Most of the pictures were taken straight from his memory, so the ones with him included are few and far between.

“I may have fibbed a bit, when I said I was working on the data nodes,” he muttered, pressing a hand to the small of her back. “I had… forgotten our anniversary, and Eve was kind enough to put me in my place about it. I have… spent the last week making this. For you.” Alana stayed still for a moment, just watching the images in front of her.

Slowly, she looked up at her boyfriend. Her eyes were wide, and he could see the tears forming. Not that her crying was an uncommon occurrence- he had expected this. He let out an amused huff, pulling her into another embrace. She gave a weak slap to his chest.

“Could’ve just said so, jackass- I was worried,” she said, giving a watery laugh at the end. Rosta was relieved that she wasn’t truly upset.

“Oh- I need to go get your gift, hold on,” Alana finally muttered, moving away from him. Reluctantly, he let her go and turned off her gift. The AI followed her into their shared bedroom, where he placed the device on her bedside table. Alana began digging around in their closet- really, it was her closet. He barely had any clothes that she didn’t get him, and rarely wore them at home anyway.

“It… isn’t much in comparison, but…” She trailed off, handing him a heavy box. Rosta opened it, smiling slightly when he saw the new tool set. He wasn’t someone that wanted many things, so no doubt Alana agonized over this gift. If he knew her well enough, she probably felt bad about it.

“Thank you, Alana- I’ve been needing new equipment.” He set the tool kit down on the dresser, pulling her toward him for a kiss. She smiled into it, placing her hands on his metallic cheeks. Rosta let out a pleased noise.

He wrapped his second set of arms around her, picking her up with ease. Alana yelped a little into the kiss, breaking it with a small smack to his chest. His smirk turned mischievous and Alana huffed.

“I wish you’d stop doing that,” she grumbled as he carried her to the bed. He chuckled slightly.

“But seeing you get so flustered is my favorite part,” he mumbled, pressing kisses to her jaw. She sighed, both out of amusement and pleasure, as she leaned her head over.

“You’re terrible, you know that,” she laughed. He smiled slightly as he sat down. He placed her in his lap, allowing her to shift so she was straddling his legs. She unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands into the fabric to rub his chest. His fans began to whirr in response. Alana smiled.

“You know, I missed you a lot while you were gone,” she hummed, leaning in to kiss his neck and drag her nails lightly along the metal of his chest. He shuddered in response, making her smile. Alana nudged him back. Realistically, she couldn’t make him do shit. She was always thankful when he obliged her requests. Like now.

She moved, giving him a hint to take his clothes off. She smiled as she removed her own clothing, hearing his fans grow louder. Her bed is going to be scorching when they’re done, but that was fine.

Alana crawled up the bed, spreading his legs a bit as she went. Rosta watched her intently, his dick sliding out of its’ plating. She hummed slightly as she leaned down. He tried to protest, but she wasn’t about to listen to him.

Her tongue slid up the length, making him let out a soft groan. Her hand rubbed the base of his shaft slowly, tongue circling the head before taking it into her mouth. Rosta reached down to hold her head, letting out a small noise. She couldn’t help but smile.

He was always weak to a good blowjob.

Alana bobbed her head, slowly moving down the shaft as she did. Her other hand slid up, rubbing along his side and up to his chest. Hard, unforgiving metal that could crush her in a second. And he was sitting there letting her do what she wanted to him. Sometimes that idea really stuck with her in a fun way.

She hummed softly, making Rosta groan in response. She twisted her wrist a bit as she pumped her hand along his dick.

“Alana…” His voice came out in a rumble, the barest hints of glitching present in his speech. Oh, he was so easy to unravel. He hated to admit it, but he was. She couldn’t help but let out a little amused noise.

She took more of him in, causing a strangled groan to leave his voice box. One of his hands went to grab her own, which she gladly held in return. She loved this side of him- the vulnerable side that he rarely showed.

Alana hollowed her cheeks, speeding up as she heard his tell-tale staticy moan. She squeezed the base, as well as his hand, as if silently telling him to let go. Not that he really needed to be told directly. He pushed her head down, her hand quickly going to his hip. With a needy groan, Rosta’s hips jerked as he came. Right now, he didn’t really have anything that would come out of him during this. Alana didn’t have to worry about choking on anything, at least.

She helped him ride it out, slowly pulling off of him when he was finished. She coughed slightly, clearing her throat as she sat up. Immediately, Rosta’s hands went to her hips.

“You are a menace,” he muttered. She gave him a coy laugh in response, leaning down to kiss him. His hand tangled into her hair, holding her close. His extra hands grabbed at her, startling her. He released her head as she drew back. Alana gave a yelp as he all but dragged her up towards his face. She held onto his metal horns, letting out a surprised moan when his tongue dragged along her slit. She felt him smile.

“Happy anniversary, my dear human.”

[braindeadcharlotte]

im going to bed if i wake up to 0 furry notes well you can rest assured i will be very disappointed and sad pls dont let me down, send a trans dog girl 5 buckaroos for a little doodle or whatever i could also make u a pretty painting ...but u have to pay for shipping im giving up on an art degree because of ai art i fucking need motivation to keep being an artist im begging anyway goodnight i love you furries

[echoesofadream]

no literallyyyyy I loved when he was rawr emo boy grr !! but now he is wealth wealth rich Justin Bieber going insane. I guess we should have seen it coming, considering his young debut age and big success ofc hed land in that weird space eventually... aw this Made me kinda sad actually like it was funny being like yucky greasy long haired sweaty gamerboy but actually hes just child labor ptsd crashdown era :(( maybe he can collab with vernon and make a cringey emo song and get motivated to become a rockstar instead of twitch streamer? *have u seen Vernons solo its. its uh im really embarrassed I will forever remember the review a mutual or something posted "the song/mv is like something I made up to make fun of him" lol...) oh my god im getting more and more stressed thinking about jungkook now... even tho im not following him super closely cause yeah I dont have time to watch all those lives cheesus I dont rlly like lives anyway unless theyre special like tea time w hao or jungkook drinking wine or the hilarious bts live the legendary one anyway.... many worries.... also I agree maybe drugs would be good for him? its best to suffer in swagfull ways if u should suffer but I fear he doesnt have enough swag like, technically its swag to be an alcoholic but Liam Payne of one direction is swagless so his alcoholism is cringe so I think maybe jungkook couldn't pull of drug addiction unless he like killed someone maybe or became a girlblogger ? hmm much 2 think about and im sooo tired im gonna sleep now zz goodnight echo -misa ofc

Hi hi good morning misa hope you slept well 💞

wait you’re right. This must be a really confusing time for him because he has everything he could ask for but all his members are doing different stuff and like what should he do? When hes been working for one goal since literally t h i r t e e n y/o literally a CHILD. Like he has strived to be an idol and the best and given everything he has, literally sacrificed his youth. Like i would be so lost. But it seems like maybe he is just chilling. Maybe he should keep the dog…

That said yesssss can he PLEASE make emo music I KNOW hes got it in him, he can make IU-esque ballads also, punk rock indie pop.. but he should become a rockstar.. well whatever he wants i mean i think he just needs direction.. baby boy… AKDJFK thats so funny i think i saw something similar that vernons* lyrics seemed AI generated but yours is even funnier. Yeah good idea. Also no I cant watch his like three hours lives no matter how much i love his voice id rather just listen to decalcomania 1 hour version than all those endless kareoke covers. Hmmm yes all the fics ive read where hes done drugs hes been in like a downward spiral and im afraid theres truth to that, i think he could possibly go overboard also especially if he needs the drugs to do music. And hmm he does seem to be drinking in those lives and idk how to feel about i mean its his life i just mean theres a difference between decadence and suffering artist. Not to self insert on my favorite kpop boy but i think he also has the addiction gene. Maybe he should stick to the dog walks and gym routines for the sake of his wellbeing and maybe just go be a twitch streamer if thats what he needs💔 i feel like hes got so much inside of him to let out but its stifled by the fact that hes a 20 smth (idfk) millionare whos been cut off from the outside world due to being an idol since literal childhood. ok wow this is depressing. :/ i agree he should kill someone, he needs new demons

*playing Sad girl by lana*

[came-out-of-the-coffin-desisted]

ok i gotta go to bed so bad it’s unreal BUT this evening’s particular brand of bullshit has inspired me to say: if you’re doing something weird, perhaps even deranged, and somebody walks in on you doing it— so long as it’s not morally wrong and you aren’t hurting anyone— just double down. don’t be like “oh haha lol sorry i’m just a weirdo.” no. fucking say it with your chest. for example— had someone walked into the laundry room just now while i was brushing my teeth at 4:30am in emerald green silk bell bottoms, a cactus t shirt and evil jack o lantern slippers, i simply would have said hey what’s up. how’s it goin. did u have a good day? did you see the puppies earlier? yeah i was up until 4 playing age of empires. yeah i have class in the morning. yeah it’s a linguistics class. yeah i have another class right after that one. yeah i’m making bad choices. what of it. i look like a cactus wizard, so really who’s winning here

[yakocchi]

hikaru is a cutie. too bad he’s got the assassin baggage. why are all the most decent personality ones the ones with the sketchiest jobs (thief? u cant put that on linkedin. assassin? lol? cosplayer that auctions illegal goods? ???) 

this story honestly felt a bit rushed imo but let’s be real... all wedding episodes for the side characters are a rush job to either get them out of the picture quickly or catch them up to speed without having to spend several years on each season cuz they refuse to release kbtbb stories any faster than they currently do. like the epilogue for this isnt even on the schedule yet tf

spoilery bits of the final ep behind the cut cuz im bored

heres sum bits that should be brief and scattered enough for the voltage popo to not barge thru my door AUGH 許してぇ

[Baba]: “Well, if Ai-Ai isn’t going to show up - guess I’ll have to go steal the bride for myself, hm?” [Ota]: “No no - no matter how you slice it, it’d be totally weird if you were the groom, Baba.” [Luke]: “Both of you have dreadful bone structures, so you’d be a poor match for Sexy Bones...”

(...)

[Eisuke]: “Is your own love for Aihara slowly diminishing?” [Kara]: “...No. I will wait here for him.” [Eisuke]: “...Hmph.” Mr. Ichinomiya fell silent, turning on his heel. It was as if it was a cue to... (?!) Suddenly, the chapel turns completely dark. [Kara]: "Wh-What’s all this?!”

(...)

[Hikaru]: “ —Kara. ‘Kept you waiting.”

(...)

[Hikaru]: “...Time and time again, you’ve saved me.” [Hikaru]: “This time (there was a thing in this route) was not the only time.” [Hikaru]: “That time you went into the black market auctions yourself, and the time I fell into the ocean... you’ve always come to save me.”

(...)

[Hikaru]: “ —Kara. Thank you, for saving me from the darkness.” [Kara]: "Hikaru... from now on, let’s walk this path together, as two.” [Hikaru]: “Even if you didn’t say that, I’m not gonna let go of you any more.” [Hikaru]: “...I’m never going to let of your hand, and just your hand, no matter what happens.”

(...)

[Baba]: “Aww, Ai-Ai made her cry.” [Ota]: “What've you done, making her feel so anxious?”  [Hikaru]: “Hey-... you guys suggested it - that if I wanted to have a memorable wedding, I should make the finest surprise.” [Kara]: "I-Is that what this was?!” [Kara]: "If this was a surprise after all - everyone was in the know and was just acting...!” [Mamoru]: "Yep. If it’s for your sake - even if he had to come crawlin’, he’ll come to ya on the dot.” [Luke]: “I’d like you to commend me for my show-stopping performance...” [Baba]: “Nah, you didn’t do much of anything, Lu.” [Soryu]: “It’s all thanks to Eisuke for gathering all of these flowers. Go give your greatest gratitude to him.” [Kara]: “Huh- even Mr. Ichinomiya...!” [Eisuke]: “...Heh. Since Aihara bowed his head down, it was simply an unavoidable situation.” [Hikaru]: “Ah, jeez...”

(...)

[Baba]: “Huh, what’s that? The ‘Always with you’ thing.” (this is a thing from the route) [Kara]: “?!” [Ota]: “Seems like it has a lot to do with that mug. I’m quite curious.” [Hikaru]: “W-Why’d you lot come here?” [Baba]: “Well of course, all of us are your (mc and hikaru) cupids, so we’ve come to take a photo.” [Shuichi]: “...If one were to seriously think about it, I think I'm the only one to be their cupid.” [Mamoru]: “Yeesh- What a straight-laced cupid we got here.” [Luke]: “I only want the photos of Sexy Bones’ collarbones.” [Soryu]: “...Then no one could ever call such a thing a wedding photo.” In the midst of our confusion, all of the penthouse members gather around us in a flash. [Eisuke]: “...” [Hikaru]: “Why did you come over here?” (I wonder... could it be that this is Mr. Ichinomiya’s way of congratulating us...?) Mr. Ichinomiya gives instructions to the Hatter. [Eisuke]: “Mad Hatter - You, take the photo quickly. You don’t fit in.”

more literally he says, “The balance/harmony is bad,” saying that maddy doesn’t fit in with the rest of them in terms of being in the photo (probably bc his mad hatter getup sticks out like a sore thumb).

[Mad Hatter]: “Understood, sir. As you wish,” [Hikaru]: “ — If we’re gonna take a photo of everyone together, we can just use the timer. Let’s take a pic with the Mad Hatter.” [Mad Hatter]: “Is that all right, Master?” [Hikaru]: “Mhm, that way it’d become a memento. Right, Kara?” [Kara]: “Mm-hmm, I especially want to take a picture with the Hatter - with everyone together.” [Mad Hatter]: “If Alice says so, I have no choice but to abide, hm.” [Shuichi]: “...Goodness. The me from long ago would never think that I would celebrate Hikaru’s wedding with such a strange group.” [Hikaru]: “Mhm, same.”

(...)

ok im tired of the quick dumb excerpts goodnight

[faccioliste]

12 Etudes, Op.10: No.2 in A minor – Frédéric Chopin, Andrei Yeh

12 Etudes, Op.10: No.4 in C sharp minor – Frédéric Chopin, Andrei Yeh 

1977 – Ana Tijoux

24 mila baci – Adriano Celentano 

33 “GOD” – Bon Iver

3 Nouvelles Etudes, B.130: 2. Allegretto in A flat major – Frédéric Chopin, Andrei Yeh 

3WW – Alt-J 

3WW – OTG Version, Alt-J

44 gatti 

505 – Arctic Monkeys 

50 Special – Lùnapop

 715 - CR∑∑KS – Bon Iver 

A Cruel Angel’s Thesis – Neon Genesis Evangelion

A Fifth of Beethoven – Walter Murphy

A mano a mano – Rino Gaetano

A me me piace ‘a nutella – Il piccolo Lucio

A new error – Moderat 

A NINGÚN HOMBRE (Cap.11: Poder) – ROSALÍA

Acida – Prozac+

Acqua (Malpensandoti) – Tedua

Addams Family Theme

Addio a Napoli / Ma come fanno i marinai – Dalla, De Gregori

Address Unknown – The Ink Spots

After Hours – The Velvet Underground

Aggiungi un posto a tavola – Johnny Dorelli

Ai ai ai – Los locos 

Ain’t Got No – Nina Simone

Al ballo mascherato – Fabrizio De André

Alexander Platz – Franco Battiato

Alla consolle – Mimmo Amerelli

All Alone – Gorillaz

All Day and All of the Night – The Kinks

All In – Nitro

All I want is you – Barry Louis Polisar

All of me – John Legend

All tomorrow’s parties – The Velvet Underground

Alter Ego – Tame Impala

American Boy – Estelle, Kanye West

American Pie – Don McLean

American Woman – Lenny Kravitz

Amigas Cheetahs – The Ceetah Girls

Amor, amor de mia amores – Natalie Lagourcade

Amore che vieni, amore che vai – Fabrizio De André

Amore disperato – Nada

Anche per te – Lucio Battisti

Andavo a cento all’ora – Gianni Morandi

Anemos - Introduzione – Murubutu

Another brick in the wall – Pink Floyd

Antidoping – Gemitaiz, MadMan, Ensi

APPARTENGO - Il sangue – Marracash, Massimo Pericolo

Applausi per Fibra – Fabri Fibra

Arabella – Arctic Monkeys

Are you gonna be my girl – Jet

Argenti Vive – Caparezza

Arrivederci Tristezza – Brunori Sas

Ask - The Smiths

Autoipnotica – Caparezza

Avrai ragione tu (ritratto) – Caparezza

Azzurro – Adriano Celentano

Ba-ba-baciami piccina – Quartetto Cedra

Babalù – Mannarino

Baby – Justin Bieber

Baby Boy – Beyoncé

…Baby One More Time – Britney Spears

Baby’s on Fire – Die Antwoord

Baciala – La Sirenetta

Baciami ancora – Jovanotti

Back In Black – AC/DC

Back On The Scene – Slaughterhouse

Badabum Cha Cha – Jim Croce

bad guy – Billie Eilish

Bad Mouth – Fugazi

BAGDAD - Cap.7: Liturgia – ROSALÍA

Balla – Umberto Rosario Balsamo

Ballata degli impiccati – Fabrizio De André

Bam bam – Sister Nancy

BamBam – Matador

Banana Brain – Die Antwoord

Bandiera Bianca – Franco Battiato

Bandiera Gialla – Gianni Pettenati

Bandiera Rossa – ✊

Bang bang (My baby shot me down) – Nancy Sinatra

Barbera e Champagne – Giorgio Gaber

Beachwood Park – The Zombies

Bella ciao – ✊

Bella vera – 883

Be my baby – The Ronettes

Ben 10 – Sigla

Benzi box – DANGERDOOM

Berghem béla sità

The best of both worlds – Hannah Montana

Bibbidi bobbidi bu

Bigger Than Prince – Green Velvet

The Black Angel’s Death song – The Velvet Underground, Nico

Blackbird – The Beatles

Blank Space – Taylor Swift

Blowin’ in the wind – Bob Dylan

Blue Monday – New Order

Blue Suede Shoes – Elvis Presley

Blush Beat – Club Domani

Bocca di rosa – Fabrizio De André

BODY PARTS - I denti – Marracash

Boom boom boom boom – Vegaboys

Boom Boom Pow – Black Eyed Peas

Branca Day – Derozer

BRAVI A CADERE - I polmoni – Marracash

Brazil – Django Reinhardt

Breakthru – Queen

Briciole – Calcutta

Brother Sparrow – Agnes Obel

Bull in the heather – Sonic Youth

Buonanotte Fiorellino – Francesco De Gregori

Buona sera (Signorina) – Fred Buscaglione

By Night – Sophie Hutchings

B.Y.O.B. – System Of A Down

By starlight – The Smashing Pumpkins

By This River – Brian Eno

Cacao Meraviglio – Renzo Arbore, Paola Cortellesi, Nino Frassica

California King Bed – Rihanna

Camcamini spazzacamin

Canapa – Punkreas

Cannabis – Ska-P

Cannibal Bling Bling – 10LEC6

Can’t Hold Us – Macklemore

Can’t Stop – Red Hot Chili Peppers

Canzone – Lucio Dalla

Canzone all’entrata – Caparezza

Canzone all’uscita – Caparezza

Canzone a metà – Caparezza

Canzone Del Maggio – Fabrizio De André

Canzone intelligente – Cochi E Renato

Canzone per te – Sergio Endrigo

Carabinieri – Sigla 

Caramba beviamo del whisky 

Carlo Martello Ritorna Dalla Battaglia Di Poitiers – Fabrizio De André

Caso umano – Ministri

Cattolica – Pop X

Centro di gravità permanente – Franco Battiato

C’est la vie (you never can tell) – Pulp no pulp

Che coss’è l’amor – Vinicio Capossela

Che Fico! – Pippo Franco

Che Idea! – Flaminio Maphia

Chi C’è – Fabri Fibra

China Town – Caparezza

Chi Se Ne Frega Della Musica – Caparezza

Chissà Dove Sei – Francesco De Gregori

Chop Suey! – System of a Down

Chum – Earl Sweatshirt

Chunky – Flatbush Zombies

Ci Penso Dopo – Fabri Fibra

Cirano – Francesco Guccini 

Clandestino – Manu Chao

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

Coda di Lupo – Fabrizio De André

Come porti i capelli bella bionda – I Girasoli

Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd

Complicated – Avril Lavigne

Comprami – Viola Valentino

Compro Horror – Caparezza

Comunque Dada – Caparezza

Concerning Hobbits – The Lord of the Rings

Conga! 

Cooler Couleur – Crookers

Cose che non capisco – Caparezza

Country Roads

Crabs in a Bucket – Vince Staples

Crazy in Love – Beyoncé

Crooked Cops – Rejjie Snow

CRUDELIA - I nervi – Marracash

Cuccurucucù – Franco Battiato

Cuore Matto – Little Tony

Cuore Nero – Blind

DA BUTTARE - Il ca**o – Marracash

Da Feeling – Nightmares On Wax 

Dafne sa contare – Murubutu

Dance Monkey – Tones and I

Dancing Queen – ABBA

Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol

Dangerous – Kid Enigma

DE AQUÍ NO SALES (Cap.4: Disputa) – ROSALÍA

Death on Two Legs (Dedicated to...) – Queen

Death USB – Salmo

Dedicato a te – Le Vibrazioni

Del Verde – Calcutta

Desire Be Desire Go – Tame Impala

Detto, Fatto. – Gemitaiz & MadMan

DIANA – M¥SS KETA

Dieci ragazze – Lucio Battisti

Diet Mountain Dew – Lana Del Rey

Die Walkure - Ride of the Valkyries – Royal Philharmonic Orchestra

DI MI NOMBRE (Cap.8: Éxtasis) – ROSALÍA

Disorder – Joy Division

Dispari – Marta Sui Tubi

Disperato Erotico Stomp – Lucio Dalla

Dog in the Mirror – Guerilla Toss

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

Domani – Ernia 

Domani – Articolo 31

Domani smetto – Articolo 31

Don Chisciotte – Francesco Guccini

Don Raffaè – Fabrizio De André

Don’t Cha – The Pussycat Dolls

Don't Give Up – Mystery Jets

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood – The Animals

Don’t Pass Me By – The Beatles

Don’t Sit Down ’Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair – Arctic Monkeys

Don’t Stop Me – BowLand

DON’T WANNA SPIN – GFOTY

Do the astral plane – Flying Lotus

Dove sta zazà – Gabriella Ferri 

Dove vola l’avvoltoio – Pietro Buttarelli

Downer – Nirvana 

Dream – Hiroshi Noshimura

Dream a Little Dream of Me – Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

Drogata schifosa – Pop X

Due su due – Articolo 31

Ed ero contentissimo – Tiziano Ferro

E la luna bussò – Loredana Bertè 

E la vita, la vita – Cochi e Renato

Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles

El pueblo unido – ✊

El Tango De Roxanne – José Feliciano

Endors Toi – Tame Impala

Eroe (Storia di Luigi Delle Bicocche) – Caparezza

Estate – Negramaro 

È tardi – Caparezza

E ti vengo a cercare – Franco Battiato

Everybody Needs Somebody to Love – The Blues Brothers

Everytime We Touch – Cascada

Facciamo un pupazzo insieme? – Frozen 

Fai da tela – Caparezza

Fall In Love – Yuno

Family Affair – Mary J. Blige

Fango – Jovanotti 

Farò di te un uomo – Mulan

Fatty Boom Boom – Die Antwoord

Feel Good Inc. – Gorillaz

Feeling Good – Nina Simone

Femme Fatale – The Velvet Underground

Fenomeno – Fabri Fibra

Figli d’arte – Caparezza

Figli Di Pitagora – Eiffel 65

Figli di puttana – Pop X

Fireside – Arctic Monkeys

Five to one – The Doors 

Fleas to beas – 10LEC6

Forever Jung – Caparezza

Franziska – Fabrizio De André

Freak Like Me – DJ Deeon

Frosinone – Calcutta

Funkytown – Lipps Inc.

Funnel of Love – Wanda Jackson 

Fuori dal tunnel – Caparezza

Gaetano – Calcutta

Game of Thrones – Sigla

Gasolina – Daddy Yankee

Gente che spera – Articolo 31 

Ghetto Kraviz – Nina Kraviz

Gianna – Rino Gaetano

Gigugin – Articolo 31

Giotto Beat – Caparezza

GIOVANNA HARDCORE – MYSS KETA

Girlfriend – Avril Lavigne

Girls Just Want to Have Fun – Cyndi Lauper

Giudizi universali – Samuele Bersani

Gli insetti del podere – Caparezza

Gli uccelli – Franco Battiato

G.O.A.T. - Il cuore – Marracash

GO AWAY! – CocoRosie

Goodbye Malinconia – Caparezza

Good Golly Miss Molly – Little Richard

Goodnight Moon – Shivaree

Gotta Go My Own Way – High School Musical Cast

Grande figlio di puttana – Stadio

Grau grau grau - da “io sto con gli ippopotami” – Bud Spencer

Grease – The Four Seasons

Greased Lightnin’ – John Travolta

GRETA THUNBERG - Lo stomaco – Marracash

Hallelujah – Leonard Cohen

Happiness is a Warm Gun – The Beatles

Happy Days – Ghali

Happy Days (Theme from Happy Days) – Pratt & McClain

Happy Hour – Felix da Housecat

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger – Daft Punk

Harry Potter in 99 Seconds – Jon Cozart

Have You Ever Had... (Skit) – Salmo

Heart and Soul – Joy Division

Heartbreak Hotel – Elvis Presley

Hello, I Love You – The Doors

Hey Bulldog – The Beatles

Hit Me with Your Best Shot – Pat Benatar

Hit the Road Jack – Ray Charles

Hive – Earl Sweatshirt

Ho capito che ti amo – Luigi Tenco

Hoedown Throwdown – Miley Cyrus

Hollaback Girl – Gwen Stefani

home with you – FKA twigs

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it – Lana Del Rey

Hotel Supramonte – Fabrizio De André

House Credibility – Caparezza

Ho visto un re – Enzo Jannacci

How Far – Tei Shi

HUMBLE. – Kendrick Lamar

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A – High School Musical Cast

Hypnotize – The Notorious B.I.G.

I Am Woman – Helen Reddy

I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor – Arctic Monkeys

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction – The Rolling Stones

I Cento Passi – Modena City Ramblers

I colori del vento – Pocahontas 

I consigli di un pirla – Articolo 31

Ieri era zero – Hercules 

I Fink U Freeky – Die Antwoord

I Follow Rivers – Lykke Li

If She Really Is Your Light – Pavlove

I Know It’s Over – The Smiths

Il ballo del qua qua – Romina Power 

Il ballo di San Vito – Vinicio Capossela

Il bar della rabbia – Mannarino

Il Bel Canto – Ministri

Il Bombarolo – Fabrizio De André

Il Cielo In Una Stanza – Gino Paoli

Il Dito Medio Di Galileo – Caparezza

Il Funkytarro – Articolo 31

Il Gatto E La Volpe – Edoardo Bennato

Il gigante e la bambina – Lucio Dalla 

Il gorilla – Fabrizio De André

I’ll Be Your Mirror – The Velvet Underground

I’ll Come Running – Brian Eno

Il Mondo – Jimmy Fontana

Il Pescatore – Fabrizio De André

Il posto più freddo – I Cani

Il Principe Ali – Aladdin

Il regalo più grande – Tiziano Ferro

Il senso dell’odio – Salmo

Il suonatore Jones – Fabrizio De André

Il tempo di morire – Lucio Battisti

Il testamento – Fabrizio De André

Il testamento di Tito – Fabrizio De André

Il testo che avrei voluto scrivere – Caparezza

Il Vitello Dai Piedi Di Balsa – Elio e le Storie Tese

I’m a Believer – Smash Mouth

I marinai tornano tardi – Murubutu

Impara il longobardo con Alessandro Barbero 

I’m so tired – The Beatles

In caduta libera – Folkstone

In Cold Blood​​ – alt-J

Incontro – Francesco Guccini

In Italia – Fabri Fibra

Innuendo – Queen

Insieme a te non ci sto più – Caterina Caselli

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea – Neutral Milk Hotel

Introduzione – Fabrizio De André

In Un Giorno Di Pioggia – Modena City Ramblers

Inverno – Fabrizio De André

Io centro con i missili –  Pop X

Io credo in me – Naruto 

Io ho in mente te – Equipe 84

Io non mi sento italiano – Giorgio Gaber

Io sono fatto di neve – Ministri

Io sono qui – Salmo

Irene – Pinguini Tattici Nucleari

Iris – The Goo Goo Dolls

Isla Magica – Maria Usbeck

Isobarre – Murubutu

I sogni son desideri 

Isola verde – Murubutu

Italove – EMMANUELLE

It Is Not Meant To Be – Tame Impala

It’s not too late – 10LEC6

I’ve got a woman – Ray Charles

(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life – Bill Medley

I vitelloni – Bobo Rondelli

I wanna be your lover – La Bionda 

I wanna be yours – Arctic Monkeys 

I want you back – The Jackson 5 

I will survive – Gloria Gaynor 

Jazz suite no.2: 6 waltz II – Dmitri Shostakovich

Jigsaw Feeling – Siouxsie and the Banshees

Johnny B. Goode – Chuck Berry

Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In) – Kenny Rogers

Just the way you are – Bruno Mars 

Kalasnjkov – Goran Bregović, Slobodan Salijevic

Keep yourself alive – Queen

Kentucky – Il Bepi & The Prismas

Kevin Spacey – Caparezza

Killer Queen – Queen

King’s Supreme – Machete Crew

Kitaro – Caparezza

Kurt Cobain – Brunori Sas

La Ballata Dell’amore Cieco (O Della Vanità) – Fabrizio De André

La Ballata dell’eroe – Fabrizio De André

La Ballata del Miché – Fabrizio De André

La bambola – Patty Pravo

La bella la và al fosso – I Girasoli

La Bomba In Testa – Fabrizio De André

La Caduta di Atlante – Caparezza

La Canzone del Padre – Fabrizio De André

La Canzone di Barbara – Fabrizio De André

La Canzone di Marinella – Fabrizio De André

La cesarina – I Girasoli

La città vecchia – Fabrizio De André

La collina dei pioppi – Murubutu

La cosa – Cochi e Renato

Lacrime – Ghali

La cura – Franco Battiato

La danza delle streghe – Gabry Ponte 

Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space – Spiritualized

La donna cannone – Francesco De Gregori

Lady Marmalade – Moulin Rouge

La famiglia dei becchini – Musica Per Bambini 

La fine di Gaia – Caparezza

La Ghigliottina – Caparezza

La grande onda – Piotta

La guerra di Piero – Fabrizio De André

La Isla Bonita – Madonna

La La Land – Green Velvet

Lala Song – Bob Sinclar

La libertà – Giorgio Gaber

La lontananza – Domenico Modugno

La mamma di Rosina – I Girasoli

La Marchetta di Popolino – Caparezza

La mazurka di periferia – Raoul Casadei

La mia parte intollerante – Caparezza

La mia ragazza mena – Articolo 31

L’animale – Franco Battiato

La notte – Arisa

La parata degli elefanti rosa – Quartetto Cetra

L’appuntamento – Calibro 35

La prima rondine venne ier sera – Pop x

La prima volta  – Motta

La prima volta – Salmo

La regola dell’amico – 883

La rivoluzione del sessintutto – Caparezza

L’armata perduta di Re Cambise – Murubutu

Larsen – Caparezza

Las Divinas – Patito Feo

La società dei magnaccioni – Lando Fiorini

La spesa – Marta Sui Tubi

La stagione del tuo amore – Fabrizio De André

La Strada – Modena City Ramblers 

La Tartaruga – Bruno Lauzi

Laughing On The Outside – Bernadette Carroll

La Valse à Mille Temps – Jacques Brel

La vie en rose – Édith Piaf

La vie en rose – Louis Armstrong

L’avvelenata – Francesco Guccini

Layla – Eric Clapton

Le barche – Calcutta

Le coppie – I Cani

Legalize The Premier – Caparezza

L’emozione non ha voce – Adriano Celentano

Le ragazze di porta venezia – Myss Keta

Less Than – Nine Inch Nails

Le tasche piene di sassi – Jovanotti

Let Me Blow Ya Mind – Eve

Let’s Get Crazy – Hannah Montana

Let’s Twist Again – Chubby Checker

Levante – Murubutu

Lexotan – I Cani

L. Fast & D. Young – Salmo

L’Idraulico Aulico – MusicaPerBambini

Life on Mars? – David Bowie

L’immensità – Don Backy

Limonata – Calcutta 

L’infinto – Caparezza

L’inno del corpo sciolto – Roberto Benigni 

L’isola Che Non C’è – Edoardo Bennato

L’italiano medio – Articolo 31

Little Green Bag – George Baker Selection

Little Lover – AC/DC

Livin’ la Vida Loca – Ricky Martin

Lonely Boy – The Black Keys

Lonely Day – System of a Down

Long Tall Sally – Little Richard

Lontano dagli occhi – Sergio Endrigo

Lontano, lontano – Luigi Tenco

Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee – Stockard Channing

Looking at You – MC5

Loose Lips – Kimya Dawson

Loser – Beck

Los Ojos Del Diablo – El Raton 

Lo stretto indispensabile – Il libro della giungla 

Love Buzz – Shocking Blue

Love Is a Laserquest – Arctic Monkeys

Love Me – Justin Bieber

Love sex american express – Cristian Marchi

Love Stink – LoboLoto

Love Story – Taylor Swift

Lucifer Sam – Pink Floyd

Lucille – Little Richard

L’ultima festa – Cosmo

L’ultima speranza – Hercules

L’uomo che premette – Caparezza

L’uomo tigre 

L’uva fogarina – I Girasoli 

Ma che freddo fa – Nada

Madame Hollywood – Felix da Housecat

MADAME - L’anima – Marracash

Maddalena e Madonna – Brunori Sas

Madonnina dai riccioli d’oro – I Girasoli

Mad Sounds – Arctic Monkeys

Magazine – Dark Polo Gang

Ma il cielo è sempre più blu – Rino Gaetano

MALAMENTE (Cap.1: Augurio) – ROSALÍA

MALDICIÓN (Cap.10: Cordura) – ROSALÍA

Maledetti scarafaggi 

Mambo Italiano – Renato Carosone

Mamma Roma, Addio – Cranio Randagio

Mara e il maestrale – Murubutu

Marco gioca sott’acqua – Murubutu

Marks – Nicolas Jaar

Marry You – Bruno Mars

MARYLEAN – Machete

Marylou – Mannarino

mary magdalene – FKA twigs

Mas Que Nada – Sergio Mendes

Materazzi ha fatto gol – Matrixgol

Matilda – ​​alt-J

Men In Black – Will Smith

Mentre tutto scorre – Negramaro

Merchandise – Fugazi

Me So’ Mbriacato – Mannarino

Messa in moto – Caparezza

Meteorological – Guerilla Toss

Mica Van Gogh – Caparezza

Migliora La Tua Memoria Con Un Click – Caparezza

Milano – Calcutta

MILANO SUSHI & COCA – M¥SS KETA

Milkshake – Kelis

Mi mujer – Nicolas Jaar

Minor Swing – Django Reinhardt & le Hot Club de France

Minuetto – Mia Martini

Mio fratello è figlio unico – Rino Gaetano

Mi parli di te – Motta

Mi sei scoppiato dentro al cuore – Mina

Mi sento una betulla in piena estate insieme a te – Cecco e Cipo

Misirlou – Surf Boys 

Mi sono innamorato di te – Luigi Tenco

Moanin’ – Charles Mingus

Moby Dick – Led Zeppelin

Mon oncle – Frank Barcellini

Moondance – Van Morrison

Morte in diretta – Salmo

Mouth trap! – 10LEC5

Mr. Simpatia – Fabri Fibra

My Generation – The Who

My Rollercoaster – Kimya Dawson

NANA (Cap.9: Concepción) – ROSALÍA

Nandemonaiya – RADWIMPS

Narcoleptic Verses Pt. 1 – Salmo

Negative Youth – Salmo

Nel blu dipinto di blu – Domenico Modugno

Nella Mia Ora Di Libertà – Fabrizio De André

Nella pancia dello squalo – Salmo

Nessuno – Brunori Sas

Nessun rimpianto – 883

Niente da capire – Francesco De Gregori 

Niente di strano – Giorgio Poi 

No. 1 Party Anthem – Arctic Monkeys

No Big Bang – Priests

No Fear – Fabrizio Maurizi 

Noi bambine non abbiamo scelta – Baustelle

Non farti cadere le braccia – Edoardo Bennato

Non me lo posso permettere – Caparezza

Non me lo so spiegare – Tiziano Ferro

Non potrei mai – Fast Animals and Slow Kids

Non siete stato voi – Caparezza 

NON SONO MARRA - La pelle – Marracash

No Stress – Laurent Wolf

No Surprises – Radiohead

No Tengo Dinero – Righeira

Noter de Berghem – I cör alegher 

Notte prima degli esami – Antonello Venditti 

No Woman, No Cry – Bob Marley & The Wailers

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da – The Beatles

Oh, pretty woman – Roy Orbison

Oltre il ponte – Modena City Ramblers

Oltre l’orizzonte – Oceania 

One More Time – Daft Punk 

One O Six – Jupiter 

One way or another – Blondie 

On Melancholy hill – Gorillaz

On the floor  Jennifer Lopez

Oops! I did it again – Britney Spears 

Orgasmo – Calcutta

Oroscopo – Calcutta

OSCENO – Lilly Meraviglia 

Our song – Taylof Swift 

Paint it, Black – The Rolling Stones

Pale Blue Eyes – The Velvet Underground 

Pantalica – Colapesce 

Papa was a Rolling Stones – The Temptations

Paper Bag Acid – Jerome Hill 

Paradise – Phoebe Cates

Paranoia mia – Ernia 

Parole parola – Mina 

Party in the U.S.A – Miley Cyrus 

Peace Lovin Man – John Lee Hooker

Peaches en regalia – Frank Zappa

Penny Lane – The Beatles 

Pepper – Butthole Surfers 

Per amore e basta – Motta

Per dimenticare – Zero Assoluto 

Però mi vuol bene – Quartetto Cetra 

Per tutte le volte che – Valerio Scanu 

Peter Gunn – Henry Mancini

Piazza Grande – Lucio Dalla

Piccola Sbronza – Selton, Dente 

PIENSO EN TU MIRÁ (Cap.3: Celos) – ROSALÍA

Pifferaio magico – Articolo 31

Piledriver Waltz – Arctic Monkeys 

Piove – Domenico Modugno 

Pippi calzelunghe 

Pistorius – Gemitaiz, Madman 

Più bella cosa – Eros Ramazzotti 

Planet Caravan – Black Sabbath

Play – Betta Lemme 

Pleasentville – Nitro 

POCO DI BUONO - Il fegato – Marracash 

Poesia – Don Backy 

Poetessa maledetta – Club Domani, Stephanie Glitter 

Pokemon – Giorgio Vanni 

Pollon, pollon combina guai – Critina D’Avena 

Pop porno – Il Genio

Pornoromanzo – Brunori Sas

Posso farcela – Alex Baroni (Hercules)

Post Concerto – Coma_Cose 

Precipitevolissimevolmente – Dente, Il Genio 

Preghiera delle palle di neve – Musica Per Bambini

PRESO (Cap.6: Clausura) – ROSALÍA

Pretty fly (for a white guy) – The Offspring

Price Tag – Jessie J, B.o.

Prima di dormire – Salmo 

Prisencolinensinainciusol – Adriano Celentano 

Prisoner 709 – Caparezza 

Promised Land – Joe Smooth 

Prospettiva Nevsi – Franco Battiato

Psycho Killer – Talking Heads 

Pump up the jam – Technotronic, Felly 

QUALCOSA IN CUI CREDERE - Lo scheletro – Marracash

Quando quando quando – Tony Renis 

QUELLI CHE NON PENSANO - Il cervello – Marracash

Quello che siamo diventati – Motta 

QUE NO SALGA LA LUNA (Cap.2: Boda) – ROSALÍA

Questa è la mia festa – Maria Antonietta 

Questa è la realtà – Hercules 

Questo piccolo grande amore – Claudio Baglioni

Ragazza magica – Jovanotti 

Ragazze acidelle – Flaminio Maphia 

Ragazzo fortunato – Jovanotti 

Ramaya – Afric Simone

Rancho della luna – Salmo 

Rasputin – Boney M. 

Recitativo – 2 invocazioni 1 atto di accusa – Fabrizio de andré

Reginella campagnola – I Girasoli

Relax Your Body – D.F.X. 

RENIEGO - Cap.5: Lamento – ROSALÍA

Respect – Aretha Franklin 

Restiamo in casa – Colapesce 

Ricchi Dentro - Ghali

The Climb – Miley Cyrus

The Dark Side of the Mood – Nitro

The Flintstones – Sigla 

The Gravedigger’s Song – Mark Lanegan

The Heroic Weather - Conditions of the Universe, Part 1: A Veiled Mist – Alexandre Desplat

The Kids Aren’t Alright – The Offspring

The lazy song – Bruno Mars

The realness – RuPaul

[totheblood]

superposition. (two)

pairing: dealer!ellie x best friend!reader

summary: ellie gives you lesson number two and you get an A on your test! yay.

warnings: 18+, SMUT, cursing, alcohol/drug mention, suggestive themes... cheating if u squint... the ai audios for this one is?????? just don't listen to it around people pls

a/n: smut is so not my strong suit but like... i tried!! please know i'd love feed back and all reblogs and replies and asks are welcomed and encouraged... i love u all so bad i hope u like this.. ai audios at the end are again... steamy?

read part one to this fic here!

"why dont we collide the spaces that divide us?"

You think your first date was a success.

Malia, your date, did everything right. She held open the door for you, made you laugh, and walked you home with your hand in hers. Her hands were soft, contrasting Ellie’s calloused fingers and dry hands, and by the end of the walk they had grown clammy. She smelled like coconut milk and pink pepper, and her ginger hair stretched passed her shoulders. When she spoke her tone was gentle, her words almost sickly sweet as they fell from her lips. On paper she was perfect.

But as the two of you approached your apartment building and her cherry-flavored lips met yours, it wasn’t like you had imagined. You were unsure if you sitting in Ellie’s lap earlier that night had anything to do with the sour taste left in your mouth as you gave her another kiss goodnight, but it certainly wasn’t helping.

“We should do this again.” Malia practically shouted as you walked up the stairs to your building's entrance. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“We should,” An odd feeling settled in your chest. “Text me, yeah?”

“Okay, I will.” Her smile held warmth in it, her cheeks growing red. It was obvious she was really into the date and while your chest swelled with pride, it also didn’t swell with the same affection she was harboring. A part of you assumed that love didn’t happen gradually and that your feelings would only grow as time went on, but you couldn’t be sure of that at this moment. All you knew was that she was practically perfect, but she wasn’t Ellie.

The whole night all you could think about was the fact that everything she did was the complete opposite of what Ellie would do. Your whole brain felt muddy as you searched around in your bag for keys wondering why you suddenly felt the need to compare your date to your best friend. It would never work out between you and Ellie anyways… right?

It wasn’t like you hadn’t found Ellie attractive when you first met her, but you were inexperienced and way too shy to flirt with her. As a result, the friend zone became a permanent place for you and Ellie. There was a comfortable haze that settled in the air when you were with her and it was a growing fear of yours that something could jeopardize it, and knowing Ellie that was entirely plausible. 

You wouldn’t go to the lengths of saying that Ellie was a ‘fuck boy’ but it was clear she got around. On many different occasions, you had let yourself into her apartment and been met with varying girls, all of whom Ellie claimed she would never call back. You had to actively ignore the disappointment you felt each time you interrupted her with someone, and the anxiety at your throat when she claimed she was already over them. You knew Ellie would never abandon you like that, but it was still a possibility.

Whatever feelings you had when you first met her, however, were now shoved down into a deep place in your brain that was threatening to come to the surface again. You didn’t want her to be anything but ‘your Ellie’ and you desperately wanted to remain ‘her petal’. At this moment there was nothing more important to you than keeping the small semblance of domestic bliss that you had with her.

As you hung up your bag and began to take off your coat you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket. It was almost perfect timing from Ellie seeing as you would have spent the entire night searching for your phone and thinking Malia had robbed you. 

E: How’s the date going? Or how did it go? 

E: Unsure of my timing rn.

Y: it WENT well… she was cute

E: Did you use any of my techniques?

Y: no nothing happened, we just kissed goodnight and then she left

Y: plus you didn’t teach me any techniques you just made out with me

Y: hoping that was free lesson cause idk if i can afford the ellie williams tuition

E: That’s boring.

E: No action? I mean it’s Friday night.

E: It’s always gonna be free for you, Petal.

Y:  no action :( 

E: Poor baby. 

E: We should fix that.

E: Want me to come over? We can smoke and you can tell me all about this very boring date.

Y: IT WASN’T BORING STOP THAT

Y: and yes, my answer is always going to be yes to smoking with u

E: When you got so high that one time and bit me…

E: Don’t bite me again.

E: Wait actually…

Y: perv

E: Shut up.

You got undressed and changed into the same outfit that you slept in every night, an old t-shirt and grey sweatshirts. For a moment you contemplated not taking off your makeup, wanting to look nice for Ellie, but your need for comfort won you over this time. It wasn’t too long later that Ellie was making her way into your apartment and placing her backpack down on the floor. You moved to stand in the doorframe of your bedroom shooting a pointed look at Ellie.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” She removed her coat and threw it over the couch revealing her own casual outfit underneath: A loose t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Fuck, she looked good in those swea-

 “You should really knock, Ellie,” This same lecture had poured from your mouth every time she did this, but she never stopped. Truth be told, Ellie liked the idea of coming home to you, just letting herself in and setting her shit down as she had just done. It was a small act in the large umbrella of romantically ambiguous things the two of you had gotten used to doing.

If Ellie was being honest with herself she would finally admit that whatever relationship the two of you had always bordered on the verge of no longer being platonic. She would just find herself doing things for you that she would never do for anyone else. She always let you smoke for free, voted on whatever movie you wanted to watch during movie night just to see you smile, and she was doing shit like she had done tonight. 

The minute you left for your date Ellie was glued to her phone, patiently waiting for you to tell her the date went to shit and that you needed her to come over and light up with you. As the night went on Ellie found herself anxiously bouncing her leg and obsessively checking your location. She was supposed to be working tonight, but instead, she was cyberstalking her best friend who was on a date. This time it was her turn to feel like a loser.

“Then why did you give me a key?” She walked over to you, hands in her pockets as she leaned up against your door frame. Your oversized t-shirt swallowed you whole hiding the shorts you had on underneath. You looked so at home, so comfortable, and everything in Ellie’s head turned to mush as she imagined pulling you into her by your hips and kissing the lecture right off your lips.

“For emergencies.” Your eyes instinctively rolled at her but you knew you could never be mad at her. You secretly liked it as much as she did. 

“I thought it was an emergency. You know, that your date was sooo boring that you needed me to come and take care of you.” From her pocket she pulled out a skinny plastic container, popping open the top with her pointer and thumb and shaking the joint into her hand. “Plus, I bought you free weed so you can’t be too mad at me, Petal.”

“It wasn’t boring, stop saying that.” You took the joint from her hand and led her over to your side table where you kept your lighter. Placing the tip of the joint between your lips you attempted to light your lighter as you sat on your bed, but failed. 

“The fact that you still don’t know how to use your lighter is beyond me.” Ellie walked over to you, taking the lighter from your hands. “What would you do without me?” 

You were about to roll your eyes when Ellie’s free hand found the bottom of your chin, lifting it up slowly so you were looking up at her from your place on the bed. She towered over you in this position, her eyes trained on your lips where her joint was hanging from your mouth. She quickly lit the lighter and loosely grabbed your chin, bringing it close to her other hand where she lit the joint for you. She was unsure of where this bout of confidence came from, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t have several fantasies about you that began this way. 

Dazed, you stared up at her watching her hooded green eyes take you in. For a moment, you forgot what you were doing when she knocked her knees gently against yours. 

“Suck.” She commanded, voice low and sultry. In response your eyebrows knit together in confusion, not fully understanding what she was trying to say. “The joint, Petal. Take a hit.” 

Her voice came out in a whisper that would have made your knees weak if you were standing up, but you happily obeyed her, taking a drag. You took a deep inhale allowing the familiar burn to sit comfortably in your chest. Ellie removed her hand from your chin and sat down next to you. You almost whined at the loss of contact. 

As you usually did, you passed the joint over to Ellie, watching as she took a hit and blew smoke into the room. She was in her element, here with you and taking care of you in the only way she knew how. All of the things she refused to share with you were shoved deep down into a place she was forgetting the name of right now. All that mattered was you.

 When she passed it back to you she smiled, watching as your eyes became half-lidded and calm. You were in your soft place, a perfect place to stop. Ellie took another hit and clipped it, shoving it back into its original container and back into her pocket. 

“So,” She began, leaning back on both her hands and turning towards you. “How did it actually go?”

“I think it went well,” You smiled causing Ellie to instinctively smile back at you. “She was cute, really nice, laughed at all my jokes.”

“She must really like you then,” Ellie laughed to herself. “Cause your jokes are shit.” 

“Oh, fuck you.” You giggled, leaning into her. When you sat back upright Ellie had a wide grin planted on her face. 

“What?” You questioned her.

“Did you kiss her?” Ellie’s smile faltered slightly, her eyes telling her true intentions. She wanted to know if the girl you went on a date with was a better kisser than her. 

“Yeah.” You sighed, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously.

“Was it good?” Ellie’s smile was completely gone by this point.

“Not as good as with you.” You confessed, and just like that Ellie’s smile was back. “I mean it just wasn’t as good, but it was a first date what do I expect? Maybe it’ll be better next time.” Gone, again.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see where it goes.” You shrugged, matching Ellie's posture with your hands behind you.

“Maybe you just need more lessons.” Her eyes were fixed on yours, red and glossed over. 

“Maybe.” You blinked over at her, mouth going dry. “What are you getting out of it?”

“I’m just a really good friend, I guess.” She joked, hitting your shoulder with hers.

“Yea.” You whispered, eyes glancing at her lips.

“Ready for another lesson, Petal?” Her voice was steady, her high giving her the confidence sobriety couldn’t. All you could do in response was nod. She pushed herself off the bed and gently tapped the side of your exposed thigh. “Okay, lay back on the bed for me.” 

Quickly, you obliged, lifting your legs onto your floral bedsheet. Everything around you felt like silk from your high, the sheets, Ellie’s hands, the pillow that you rested your head on. 

“Good girl.” Ellie smiled, getting back on the bed, and sitting on her knees with her legs tucked underneath her. Gently, she leaned forward and pressed a soft peck on your lips, wiping off any trace of Malia. It wasn’t like the kiss the two of you shared earlier, your tongues weren’t down each other's throats and her hands remained at her side. It was slow, tantalizing almost, and when she pulled away a girlish smile spread across her face. When she sat back on her knees her hand hovered over your stomach. “It’s okay if I touch you here?”

You were rendered speechless, she was being so soft and gentle with you that it made you like putty in her hands. You eagerly nodded, causing Ellie to laugh. “I’ll tell you everything I’m doing, Petal. Maybe you’ll be able to teach your boring date what to do next time.” Her hands slipped under your shirt and skimmed the base of your stomach. Your breath hitched in your throat, hindering any ability to tell her your date wasn’t boring. At this point, she could say whatever she wanted to you and you would take it. 

“I’m gonna take these off, okay?” Your eyes peered down at her, nodding once again. She pulled your shorts and underwear down together, painfully slow. She let them rest at your knees and lifted up your shirt that was covering your center. Suddenly, you felt extremely shy but didn’t make an effort to stop her. 

“You look so pretty, Petal.” She cooed as if she could read your mind. “Almost want to kiss it.”

“You can.” You weakly replied, knowing you were dripping from her words alone.

“Not so fast. We haven’t gotten there, yet. Basics, Petal. I thought you knew this.” Ellie leaned forward and pressed a kiss below your belly button, earning a whimper from you. 

“Be as loud as you need, okay?” Another kiss, another whimper. “I wanna hear you.” She moved to kiss you on the inside of your thigh. A gasp fell from your lips causing Ellie to smile against your skin. “Need you to tell me how good I’m doing.” 

“I’m gonna touch you now,” Her pointer and middle finger tapped your clit. Ellie was so focused on your cunt that she didn’t see your mouth fall open. “Right here.” 

Slowly she began rubbing tiny circles into your clit, applying light pressure. Your eyes fluttered closed, and a small moan escaped from your lips. Almost as if on cue, Ellie began applying more pressure, her eyes now focused on your contorting face.  

“Hey, hey, look at me.” She coaxed making your eyes glance at her. She looked so pretty, so focused on you that it made your pussy clench around nothing. “Feel good?”

Another nod.

“Use your words.” She picked up her pace making you scream out. Ellie almost moaned herself, just at the sight of you. “Mhm…Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“Fuck, Ellie,” Your breathing was jagged as you felt a knot tighten in your stomach. “It feels so,” She applied a little more pressure, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. “Fuck.” 

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Her movements were calculated, and her words were only egging you on.

“Ellie, I think I’m gonna-”

“Do it. Cum. I know you can do it, baby.” She was pressing hard and fast circles into you and leaned forward to press another kiss into the inside of your thigh. All it took was the words of encouragement from her and you were coming undone, screaming out her name in between rapid breaths. When Ellie was sure you were done she pulled her hand away and licked her fingers.

You collapsed into the bed, eyes closed and trying to steady your breathing. When you opened them Ellie was gone, causing you to sit up sharply, wondering if you had just fantasized what just happened. 

“Ellie?” You called out, looking towards your door where she was returning with a washcloth in her hands. 

“Just needed to get this.” She lifted up the washcloth and shook it as she sat back down next to you on the bed. “You kind of made a mess.” She chuckled. 

“Oh,” was all you said as you glanced down to where you were dripping onto your bed. 

“Can I?” You nodded, ignoring her red cheeks as she cleaned you up. 

“Thanks for that.” You started as you watched Ellie pull your pants back up. “I’ll see if I can teach Malia anything. I think your lessons will really help, you know.” And just like that the gentle smile that Ellie had plastered on her face since she began cleaning you up was gone. 

It was almost as if a part of her believed she could fuck you into loving her but it was becoming increasingly obvious these really were just lessons to you. 

“Yeah.” She sighed, standing up and throwing the washcloth in your hamper. “I should get going. It’s getting late.” 

“Oh, okay.” You smiled up at her, hoping to see her smile back. She didn’t. “Text me when you get home?”

“Will do.” 

And just like that she was gone.

ai audios:

[sachirou-senpai]

awh rest well okay :-( take care! stay hydrated and just sleep, you need to rest! and stay warm 💗

i saved this for 2 night!! i'm gonna rest now so i wanted to end my day with a nice soft message 🥺🥺

i love u ai,, goodnight!! i promise i'll take a sip of water and turn up my heated blanket before i go to bed 🥺💞💘

[vaguely-concerned]

Mass Effect: Annihilation thoughts

TL;DR I fucking LOVED IT, a balm to my heart after struggling through Nexus Uprising! Also canonical lesbians! The sweetest quarian & his badass grandma! Elcor Hamlet except this time it’ll make you cry!!! 

- Aaaaaah the audiobook reader is Tom Taylorson (so male Ryder)!! Fryda Wolf (female Ryder) read the two others and did a nice job, but man I’m soft for his voice in a way only rivaled by (...outside-of-Overwatch!)Jennifer Hale and Nicholas Boulton haha. He also has a much better handle on the pronunciations and voices for the different alien species -- delightful, I’m still cackling over his pitch perfect elcor impersonation. (Bioware please give him more Scott Ryder to voice I miss my son)

- I’m only about half an hour in and this is already SO much better than Nexus Uprising, it really does feel like a brave new galaxy haha. Very funny, very warm and smart and engaging in how it does its characterization and Valente clearly has affection for the setting and the universe, she and Jemisin both do incredible jobs with these. 

- I’m fucking crying laughing at this cross-species near-brawl over a flower arrangement, god I love Mass Effect SO MUCH (what a neat idea though. something blooming quietly even when no one can see it. impractical as hell and hilariously including a high-nutrition celery now, but still neat)

Taylorson continues to wonderful things with the voices, that volus suit sound is so good. (he’s just generally really good at comedy) also a volus bellowing insults ‘moments before punching an anti-bouquet batarian in the groin’ sdafhjklsahfsjadkhfklajshdfkjlsadhf

- a high as a kite elcor... what a time to be alive, to get to read this book

I have already reached the ‘I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR’ stage with these characters, hard boiled drell detective lady and sweet sweet quarian first officer and manically enthusiastic elcor doctor TOT I would die for any one of you!!!

- The quarian/multispecies ark was built for long-term habitation, potentially over multiple generations. So what you’re telling me is that the quarians are the only ones who fucking thought this through and the rest of the Initiative probably should have listened to the people who’ve essentially been living on arks for ages. Who’d’ve thunk huh lol. (I guess the in-universe explanation is that people like the mysterious benefactor just wanted those arks yeeted to Andromeda ASAP, no time to get fancy in case the Reapers changed up their schedule. Fair enough)

- ;n; petition to let senna have a SAM pls (also uh. how happy do you think the stringently anti-AI quarian pathfinder will be when he finds out about everyone else’s SAMs lol lol lol he’s going to PASS OUT FROM RAGE upon meeting ryder. well he sounds like an asshole, I hope he dies so senna gets a chance)  

- I can’t BELIEVE yorrik is an anti-stratfordianist, i am betRAYED! disgraceful, how can I still love you knowing this (and yet I do he is extremely funny and sweet)!!! (at least his theory is that this so-called ‘shakespeare’ was actually an elcor, which makes it better somehow lol. anything so long as he’s not an oxfordian tbh)

senna and yorrik’s friendship is so good and wholesome 

- I really love the consistent alien POVs in this book, mass effect should indulge in this more -- everyone loves this universe so much, bioware, stop making us squint through a human lense to look at it!!  

- oh of course quarian ‘pirates’ exist, the people who’re thrown out of the fleet must be doing something huh. 

- haven’t written that many notes in a while just because I’m enjoying myself so much, I keep forgetting 

- lfsdkhfsajkldhfskadjhfsjakdfhsdkjfh communist volus!!!! this is not a drill, communist volus! I am completely and utterly charmed by this entire book

- the quarian ancestor VI is so interesting and weirdly touching. senna is adorable (and relatably neurotic lol)

grandma AI smoking T___________T I love everything about this, she’s so cool. the worldbuilding being done around pre-geth revolution rannoch here... exquisite 

- way to make me cry about batarians cat valente ;_______;

- the voice acting is SO FUCKING GOOD! I keep forgetting it’s one dude reading all these characters haha, I caught myself wanting to look up who voiced this dying batarian. (special shoutout that he does so many wonderfully distinct and specific female voices!) 

- haHA I KNEW the quarian VI was a full AI (or near enough that it makes little difference tbh)!!! this fabulous grandma was self aware the entire time b i t c h e s !!!!

- the running joke of borbala’s ‘you need ______? I can make _______ happen’ is SO satisfying hahaha

ooooooh serious femslash vibes!!!! initially I thought batarian ex-crime matriarch was too old for drell PI, but this is undeniable. (I don’t think we actually ever get to know how old annex is, anyway, come to think of it) I guess if asari get to be five times older than everyone else and still fuck freely this isn’t really that weird lol

- “don’t look! it’s not so bad if you don’t look!” ofhsdalfhskldlsfjas oh senna baby boy 

hey qetsi? qetsi both senna and I love grandma liat more than you. stand the fuck down 

- NOOOO GRANDMA LIAT ;______________________________________;

- do you think SAM could meet liat (either ship!liat or just grandma!liat).... and have... a friend ;_________; (a cool laidback friend who isn’t a murderous angaran ai who might very well go the murder suicide sort of friendship route lol) 

anyway I miss SAM a lot and love him??

- yorrik noooooooooooo this is awful everything is bad and terrible I love all of them so much why must senna be sad and watch everything he loves fade away 😭😭😭

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood/Clean from my hand?” He realized he’d forgotten to preface the words with an emotion. Now they wouldn’t understand what he meant.

Oh. Oh what a way to drive home the sadness and loneliness of this moment f u c k  (and again the emotion taylorson brings to it jesus cHRIST) 

I’m destroyed over how much senna and yorrik love each other, cross species found family out here wrecking my heart in true mass effect style 

- yorrik is such a great character though. he’d be so easy to make a one-note joke character (like most elcor have been in canon lbr), but there’s nuance and depth and just enough satsifyingly believable alienness there. (I love the staunch elcor ‘you can’t call anything love that hasn’t lasted at least two centuries’ perspective haha) his memories of his childhood and disappointment with his profession and everything... goodnight sweet prince indeed :(

- they went and made elcor hamlet heartbreaking how dare they 

(to be real for a second I think some of the human culture references are a little bit clunky, but the elcor hamlet stuff is perfect. contextualizing a throwaway joke from the original trilogy and giving it emotional depth, helping us see it from the elcor perspective and how frustrating and lonely it is to be so fundamentally not emotionally understood or seen on a level most of the other races are, despite their other differences, even though you have all these feelings and want to communicate... its very good.)   

fun additional fact: both mordin and yorrik have played/wanted to play polonius in a production of hamlet! though I guess mordin is the slightly problematic fave in that duo and yorrik is a sweet melancholic angel who has never done anything wrong in his life, I would say protect him but I guess it’s too late for that D:  

- qetsi giving off some real ophelia vibes here, I wish yorrik was here to see it, he’s the only one who’d properly appreciate it despite it all

- I. am. SO FUCKING HUNGRY for more mass effect after this (well even more so than usual) I’m so hyped!! I love this universe so much! I want a new andromeda game with senna as quarian pathfinder and grandma liat as the ship’s AI and see how they interact with ryder and SAM! (honestly though I feel like senna might be the one who’d translate the most cleanly into a game, I think there’s a lot of potential in him that’s barely being realized towards the end there with his deep righteous rage cutting through his uncertainty. also I just want nice things for him. is that so much to ask. he is a good boy, yorrik was so right.)

- aaaah not just femslash vibes, canonical lesbians, this is not a drill! I can’t wait until they propose... ‘we get shit done together, want to be in good cop/bad cop with me until the day we die y/n?’  

- the ME universe doesn’t feel quite itself without all these ‘background’ species hanging around, I suddenly realize. I dream of an Andromeda sequel with all of them on the board and in play again Y-------Y 

- potential Liat and SAM dynamics are so fucking interesting though! if she becomes/is confirmed as a full AI (all I hope and dream of), you’ll have two artificial intelligences with such different starting points but not that dissimilar goals? Liat was an organic person once who’s looking out for her family even now, and SAM is completely artificial but also intimately tied to and protecting His People. (and pulling a whole lot of symbolic weight re: the strength of familial/interpersonal relationships to boot; he’s the best way alec ryder managed to connect with his children. even though he was dead. because as established alec ryder was a disaster of a person)  

- I enjoyed the loose murder mystery structure of this quite a lot, but that might also be because nexus uprising is so shapeless and meandering by comparison that I’d be relieved by anything else (sorry I’ll stop ragging on NU soon it just. took some hours of my life I can’t get back)  

- jemisin did great stuff for characters already in andromeda (cora, SAM, alec ryder) and valente made me remember just why I love this universe so much and desperately want these aspects brought to andromeda too... and now I’ve exhausted all the fresh mass effect content I had available to me and will sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the time it takes for a new game to be announced thank you and goodbye  

[angryflutenoises]

[Me, looking at you as we both skulk around after we said out goodnights bc we are rats but i sEE you] lov u tho

,,,,,,i couldn’t sleep n I wanted to look @ hlvr*ai posts I Will Admit My Faults,

also love u too. ❤️

[drkreviews]

Painful Girls

Here I am with a new song analysis in “Lyrical Love”! Today’s subject is a song by the Japanese artist Miyavi, precisely one of his earlier hits, named Girls, be ambitious, released as fifth track of the first album Gagaku (Elegant) on 31st October 2002. This song is mainly recognized in Miyavi’s career for his mixing up an energetic sound with a not so obvious theme, hidden behind simple words.

THE MUSIC

The song starts with soft notes, intervalled with a fast and energetic guitar, where Miyavi’s voice is light and pretty suffered; then the rhythm explodes in a decise way, building up a quite strong and catchy track, surrounded with an halo of unusualness and fascination in its own.

Lyrics (Romaji)

Kono yogore ta te de yokere ba, ikura de mo sashinobe te ageru douhyou nante ira nai kara, me tsumutta mama issho ni aruko u. Neifu tte hane, sasu toki yori mo nuku toki no hou ga itai n dette shitteta? hana ha isshou jubun ga kiiei koto sura shira nai n datte ne. Kono senaka ni demo tsukamattere ba, sukoshi hora, guzuguzu shiteru to oi te chauzo Boys & Girls, hurry hurry up. Oyasumi no kisu ha shi te age ran ai mitai da kara, gomen na. dakara utau yo kore de o aiko tte no ha dō ka na. sorede o aiso tte no ha dō na no. kono serifu chotto bakashi kusai ka na. If you give me a chance, apologize and I say [Girls, be ambitious] Hitoribocchi no yuro wake wakan nee fuan ni, nogare e nu kyoufu, naki taku naru you na kodoku ga, kimi ni no osoraku otozureru desho u? Sono toki kimi ga gussuri nemureru you ni, ni noroi.

Lyrics (Translation)

If you are satisfied with these dirty hands, I will resist you as long as possible Indications are not needed, eyes closed Because we will walk together. (I)

Are you aware to be more hurting than a piercing knife when you extract it? A flower doesn’t know to be beautiful for all the life, at the end I don’t care about that, but it is a sad thing.

If I held you on my shoulders, a bit of wind is not bad, is it? Come on, if you go so slowly, I might leave you behind Boys & Girls, hurry hurry up. (II)

I guess I can’t give you the goodnight kiss I am sorry. So I sing How is that we are “even” now? And what you want to say with being “amiable”? This speech is a bit confused.

If you give me a chance, apologize and I say [Girls, be ambitious] (III)

Night of loneliness In the anxiety of not understanding the situation, I am afraid to escape, scared, close to crying, for the fact that I stay alone I am wondering if maybe it will pay you a visit?

In the moment you could sleep sonorously, here’s a curse to you. (IV)

THE WORDS

Written by Miyavi himself, the song features a short but plain text, characterized by slang expressions, use of English for key lines and certain musicality in words. The theme of the text can be identified with the album where it is releases; the word “gagaku” indicates a musical genre typical of Japan, specifically of imperial courts, which brought even to a second meaning, which is synonym of elegant music. But what is meant by elegant? Elegance is synonym of a thing which features unique traits and Miyavi’s songs, especially the earlier ones, have always broken the schemes of the genre, so this definition quite fits him and in particular this song. From the title, it might seem an appreciation for the women in general, but actually it is a parody, which mocks the women who make suffering their partners. The protagonist has got a love delusion and such in a way identifies all the women in the same way, like the one who disappointed him. And now... let’s analyze the song!

I) The text starts with the protagonist who is going to resist the dirty hands of his woman as long as possible (Kono yogore ta te de yokere ba, ikura de mo sashinobe te ageru); then he says that they will walk together in a place where the indications are not needed and eyes need to be closed (douhyou nante ira nai kara, me tsumutta mama issho ni aruko u, there may be a double meaning to it, hinting to a polite way for him to send her to hell).

II) He asks the woman who hurt him, but actually referring to all the women, if she is aware to hurt more to a knife who pierces after being extracted (Neifu tte hane, sasu toki yori mo nuku toki no hou ga itai n dette shitteta?); then he comes up with a metaphor, referred to a flower who doesn’t realize to be beautiful in its whole life, a sad thing in its own, but which he doesn’t care about (hana ha isshou jubun ga kiiei koto sura shira nai n datte ne); then he asks her if a bit of wind is not bad, in case he has to hold her on his shoulders, warning her that he will leave her behind if she is so slow (Kono senaka ni demo tsukamattere ba, sukoshi hora, guzuguzu shiteru to oi te chauzo), with an invite to all boys and girls to hurry up themselves, opportunely written in English.

III) He knows that he can’t give her the goodnight kiss and he apologizes for it (Oyasumi no kisu ha shi te age ran ai mitai da kara, gomen na), so he starts to sing in a series of rhymes, which will be defined confused at the end of the strophe, asking since when they started to be even or since when she is so amable (dakara utau/yo kore de o aiko tte no ha dō ka na. sorede o aiso tte no ha dō na no/kono serifu chotto bakashi kusai ka na); finally he asks her the chance for apologizing himself, saying that girls are ambitious, another line written in English.

IV) The final sequence sees a change of atmosphere, with the image of a night of loneliness, driven by the anxiety of not understanding what is happening around him, his fear to escape, leading him closer to crying for his being alone (Hitoribocchi no yuro/wake wakan nee fuan ni, nogare e nu kyoufu, naki taku naru you na kodoku ga), wondering if that thought will pay her a visit (kimi ni no osoraku otozureru desho u?); the text ends with the protagonist sending a curse to her while she sleeps sonorously, not caring of his pain (Sono toki kimi ga gussuri nemureru you ni, ni noroi).

A praise to the gentle sex which hides the outburst and the contempt of a broken heart; Miyavi brings up a rebellious song for showing the consequences of a love delusion, linked to the women but which can be easily extended to everybody, with word games and effective lines.

That’s all folks! See you with the Album Selection of 2019!

Thanks for the reading!

[buchanannn]

Sleepless (Steve Rogers X Reader)

Summary: Steve can’t sleep, and you’re more than happy to help tire him out

Word Count: 3454

Warnings: SMUT, wee bit of angst, unprotected sex (why do I write it when I don’t support it, oral, lots of of, rough-ish sex, bit of ahem LANGUAGE from cap and u, naughty

A/N: this is like, one of the dirtier things I’ve written, I’m almost ashamed to post it but also like, why wouldn’t I? Y’know. Also I find that I make Steve super rough a lot idk why since he’s like a thicc string bean that probably only enjoys missionary lmao anyway nobody knows what it means but it’s provocative and it gets the people going hehe

When you first became an Avenger, you thought it would be fun to live in the compound. Like a massive sleepover with all of your best friends eating breakfast everyday, training together, watching movies together, making dinner. It was only when you actually moved in that you started to notice all the annoying things about living with a bunch of superheroes. Like Nat's tendencies to creep up on you when you had a hot coffee in your hand, or Tony's midnight explosions in the lab when he was tinkering in the early mornings. Your least favourite, however was Steve. Your quarters just so happened to share a wall with the gym, which had been fine in the beginning; you could sleep in and get to training in literally two seconds instead of the five minute walks that it took some of the others, you always had access to weights on your sleepless nights, the scent that the AI system constantly pumped the room with to get rid of the superhero sweat was absolutely delicious and constantly sept through the walls to your bedroom. Everything seemed like a plus side. And then Steve came along. You couldn't pinpoint when or why it happened, but one day he suddenly decided that he liked working out at night. Probably because the schedule was difficult and he loved having the place to himself. For the first week or so it was okay, you could deal with the quiet grunts and tiny shifts of the weights, that was fine. But then cardio came and the loud footsteps and the constant sound of his fist on a punching bag and suddenly, you couldn't take it.

You hadn't slept well in about two weeks, which wasn't fair in the slightest considering you'd had a total of zero missions. It was your rest time and Steve was ruining it. You had enough. You threw your covers off you, the rhythmic slap of his fist on the punching bag getting to be all to much. Padding across your living space to the apartments door, you swung it open with anger, stalking towards the gym door. You scanned your fingerprint on the scanner and frowned as you waited for your access to be granted. Steve didn't even notice you enter, his pace kept up without a missing beat as you stomped over to him. Once you were close enough to talk to him without it being too loud, you reached out to grab his shoulder. He jumped, his pace faltering as he swung around quickly.

"Christ, Y/N, you scared me." "Dude, I can't fucking sleep. I will literally give you my gym time if you stop fucking working out at night." You seethed. You didn't want to, you had the best work out time for you, when you were motivated in the morning, but you'd be more than willing to give it up if it meant a good nights rest. He looked from your face to the gym's wall and then his eyes widened. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that- " You immediately felt guilty. Why did you need to yell at him when you could've simply spoken to him over breakfast or something? God you were such an asshole. Your face softened. "No, it's okay. I just haven't been able to sleep."

"Me neither. Hence," he motioned toward the gym equipment. You furrowed your brows. "Why can't you sleep?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I've been having nightmares."

You looked down at the polished concrete floors with a feeling of shame in your stomach. It couldn't have been easy for him, he'd lost so much. Been through hell and back. When you looked back up your eyes trailed his body. He was wearing only grey sweatpants, dog tags hanging around his neck and swinging across his sweaty torso. His hair fell messily in his face and dark bags hung under his eyes. You were too busy thinking about yourself that you hadn't noticed him.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm really sorry. Do, I dunno, do you wanna come and sit with me? So you're not alone." You suggested. It was the least you could do.

"No, no, it's fine. I don't wanna intrude." He Bega to unwrap the bandages from around his fists. "I've kept you up enough." Without more than a goodnight, he began out of the gym. You were left standing in the cold concrete room, feeling like shit.

The next night, there was no sound in the gym. If it weren't for the twisting of your stomach, you could've slept. But now you were kept up for a whole different reason. You chewed your lip, running a hand through your hair as you slid out of bed. This time, instead of the gym, you were going to talk to Steve somewhere else.

You knocked softly on his apartment door, the sliver of yellow light shining into the hallways from his room hinting to his state. He pulled open the door, wearing a similar ensemble from the night before minus the sweat. "Oh, hey." He smiled. He looked tired.

"I feel really bad about last night." You began. "It was super insensitive and like selfish. I didn't take into account what you were going through and I'm really sorry. You can work out whenever it's fine, really." He smiled softly, letting out a chuckle. "It's okay, Y/N. Seriously." "No, I was a dick." You dropped your eyes. "I mean, a little," he laughed. Your eyes snapped back to his defensively. "But you can make it up by coming to hang out with me?" You rolled your eyes with a wide smile. "Of course." He held the door for you, closing it softly after you were inside. His apartment was a bit of a mess, clothes strewn across the couch, random dumbbells placed across the floor and several sketch books open on the coffee table. "Yeah, sorry," he noticed your eyes. "Honestly, it's cleaner than my place." You laughed. He shook his head in disbelief. "I doubt that." You looked up at him, his slouched shoulders and sunken face barely recognisable. Without thinking, you reach up and press the pad of your thump to the crease between his furrowed brows, gently straightening out the wrinkles. His eyes glanced at you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Steve." You pushed. You knew it was hard to open up, you'd been through years of trauma that you never wanted to speak about. But you also knew that talking helped. He shook his head as you dropped your hand.

"C'mon. You can trust me." You insisted.

He looked over quickly, scanning the features of your face. He let out a heavy, shaky sigh.

He shook his head as he spoke, as if he couldn't believe he was telling you. "I just, I can't forget these things. These dark, dark things. And I want to." You slipped an arm around his bare waist and lead him to the bed to sit. "What dark things?" "I don't dream anymore." He whispered. "I just remember. I saw my best friend die. And then I watched him try to kill me. I watched a man get sucked into space. I watched Tony sacrifice himself and then fall back to earth. I've killed people. People who were only doing their job. They didn't have any other choice and I killed them." "Hey," you hooked a finger under his chin forcing him to look at you. His eyes were glassy, filling with tears. "You're the good guy. You're Captain America." He broke his gaze from yours, closing his eyes as if he was ashamed. "We can't always be entirely good."

"But we try. You're the noblest person I know, Steve. And I've met a lot of people in my travels." You hesitated, his eyes moving back to yours. "I've killed people too. Good people. But we can't change that now. All we can do is be better. Repent. Grow. Save lives." Your words seemed to provide at least a little comfort. He even smiled, before his mind pulled him back into its darkest parts. "Saving lives doesn't give them back." "But it can balance out the good and bad. That's life. It's a balance. And no, we can't take back what we've done. But we can help restore the balance so evil doesn't triumph." You place a hand over his, offering a warm smile. "You're probably right." He nodded. You know he's not completely convinced and that's okay. It takes more than a pep talk to fix someone. All you can do is be present and support him. "I'm always right." You muttered. He laughed, a quick exhale from his nose. He looked down at your hand covering his and smiled distantly. He turned it over, palm up, and threaded his fingers with yours. He then looked up, blue eyes scanning your face.

"I know this may sound crazy, but can I kiss you?"

Your eyebrows shot upward mouth falling slightly ajar. You waited for the 'Just kidding' or the second thoughts, but his expectant stare didn't let up. "Y-yeah. Of course." That was all he needed. He leant toward you, kissing you softly, at first, and then deepening it as his hands moved to hold your face. You melted into him, his warm hands comforting you as you let yourself lean into him. It had never really crossed your mind, you and Steve, mostly because you never saw yourself as a desirable person, but also because he was your coworker and you were pretty sure that broke some bylaws. But his lips felt right in a way you hadn't felt before. Your hands skimmed down his chest and landed on his waist, his hands disappeared into your hair, twisting into it as he pulled your head closer to his. He used his grip on your hair to pull it slightly, causing your head to fall backward and expose your neck to him. He pressed light kisses down your jaw and to your collarbones, right hand keeping pressure of your hair as he moved. You hummed in appreciation as he moved to the neckline of your shirt. He removed his hands from your head to the hem of your t-shirt, he paused, his eyes returning to yours as if to ask if that was okay. You have him a slight nod and he made quick work of discarding the fabric.

He continued downward, your hands resting at the nape of his neck as he moved below your bellybutton. His hands shoved you back and the aggression was sudden, stirring something inside of you. When he locked eyes with you again you feel the intensity of the stare right down in your stomach. "Is this okay?" His words were sweet despite the hunger in his eyes. "Definitely." You affirmed. Not needing anymore, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and began tugging them down, the shifting of his position making his member very clear against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. You felt a stirring near your core as he tossed away your shorts so only your underwear were left. He appreciated the lacy black pieces you were wearing and you suddenly thanked god that it was laundry day and you'd chosen those over your period pantries. That would've really dampened the mood. You reached up to the waistband of his pants to pull them down but he pushed himself further away so he was out of your grip. Frowning, you watched as he dipped his head between your thighs and nipped at the material. He pressed his palm flat against your wetness and you let out a small moan of appreciation. His eyes flicked up to your face watching as your eyes fluttered shut. Using his middle finger, he nudged the material aside and dipped the tip into your folds. You tried to thrust up into him but his other hand on your waist kept you from moving. "Jesus," he mumbled. "You're fucking soaked."

You're cheeks flushed a bright pink at his words, embarrassed and shocked to hear something that filthy coming out of his mouth. You watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and lay them flat against his tongue, making a point of tasting you. He hummed, low, in appreciation and your cheeks flushed even darker. Your heart raced as his eyes peered into yours. Painfully slow, he moved his hand back to your core, pressing his first two fingers inside of your and beginning to circle his thumb around your clit. You let your head fall back against the mattress with a sigh, chest rising and falling heavily as he began to pump his fingers inside of you. He lowered his head, flattening his tongue against you as his fingers worked, the added attention to your over sensitive spot making you shudder. Your hands tangled in his hair and pulled him down closer to you as an instinct.

"Fuck, Steve," you choked out, his name feeling good on your tongue. He seemed to agree, letting out a quiet moan at the sound of it.

He pulled away, all too soon, and sat back on his heels. He peered down at you with a heaving chest, his gaze dark.

"Touch yourself." He instructed.

"What?" You didn't see the purpose of that when he was doing a perfectly fine job just two seconds ago.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. You knew he wanted a show, but there was something hesitant in you, something that felt wrong about it. But it was what he wanted, so you did it. You moved your hands to your core, circling your fingers over you clit a few times before plunging your first finger inside yourself. You couldn't meet his eye, so instead you closed them and focused on what you were feeling. Your left hand balled up the sheets as your right hand went to town on yourself. You alternate between pumping your fingers inside yourself and stroking your clit until you were close to you orgasm, your chest heaved and your heart raced, small moans escaping your lips as you neared.

"Stop." He ordered, and although you'd never been one for authority, you did as you were told.

"Look at me." His voice was low. You opened your eyes to do as he ordered and found his head tilted slightly.

"Come here."

You sat up, quickly, crawling across the bed to him. He took ahold of your chin forcing you to keep eye contact.

His voice was low and husky as he spoke, the exhilaration and the waiting making him impatient. "I'm going to fuck you now. And it's going to be rough. If you want me to stop tell me. But otherwise, I'm going to hurt you. And you're going to like it."

Your heart rate picked up at his words. You had no idea he had this in him and you were intrigued. This sort of thing had never been your style but with Steve on the other end you wondered how it ever could have not been.

You nodded.

"Speak to me." He growled.

"Yes."

"Yes, captain." He seethed.

Your eyes widened and your face broke into a smile. So that's how he liked it?

"Yes , Captain." You bit down on your lower lip, trying to hide your smirk.

"Hands and knees." He instructed. He shifted as you abided, peeling his sweat pants from his legs and positioning himself behind you. Without further warning, he slammed into you, causing you to squeak a little. He gave you second to adjust to his size before he began slamming into you. The whole thing felt wrong, but so, so right. The sound of his skin slapping yours, his grunts, your long drawn out moans as the head of his cock his your g-spot at certain angles.

He picked up the pace, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, as he slammed your waist back into him. You whimpered, choking out his name as he continuously slammed into your g-spot.

He took a hand from your waist and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you upward so your back was flush against your chest.

He craned his neck to kiss you, hard and dirty, not faltering his pace once as he pulled you closer to him. He massages the side of your throat with his fingers, cutting off some of your air supply but not enough to be dangerous. Suddenly, he grabbed your waist and flipped you like a rag doll. He took your left leg and stretched it above his shoulder, as once again, he slammed into you without warning.

"Oh my god, Steve. Ugh, fuck. Jesus. Oh god." You reached up to grab his bicep as if it would anchor you. You could barely breathe, the pleasure causing your body to shake. You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, you breath hitching. All of a sudden he stopped thrusting, pulling out of you upon hearing the change in your breathing. Your hand moved to your clit to keep going in his absence but he ceased your wrist roughly.

"Did I say you could do that?" He growled, ceasing your other arm and pinning it above your head.

"I was about to cum." You sighed, frustrated.

"And did I say you could do that?" He moved his face closer to your ear.

"No, captain."

"Blow me."

You met his eyes as he pulled back, frustrated that he wouldn't let you finish but was happy to finish himself. But you complied, somewhat happily, moving onto your elbows and knees to take his length into your mouth. You took your time, licking long stripe up the shaft, but Steve was too impatient. He gathered your hair into his fist and pulled you off of him with a yank. He bucked his hips up into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. He let out a low hum of appreciation at the sight and you smirked. This man was full of surprises. You took him in your mouth again, this time making an effort to swallow every inch of him. His body tensed as you swallowed around his throbbing head, bucking up into your throat and moaning long and low. You pulled off of him, only to push yourself down again and allow him you take control of your mouth. You expected him to finish there, but he didn't, his breathing hitched and he pulled you off of him, his fist pumping over his cock several times to finish himself off. He spilled himself over your face, his cum landing in stripes over your jawline and chin, a couple drops on your lips. You darted your tongue out to taste him, his moan affirming your actions wordlessly.

"Your turn." He grinned, moving his head down to your core and plugging his tongue in. Your over sensitive, orgasm denied cunt was dripping as he worked his mouth over you. You whimpered as he moved his mouth across your folds and your clit, pulling you closer and closer to your finish.

"Oh my god, Steve. Fuck yes. Like that."

You balled the sheets beneath you, spilling over into his mouth. He continued to pleasure you, drawing out your orgasm until you finally choked out your last moan. Your body shook and total euphoria took over your mind for a moment. You wondered if you blacked out. You wondered why you'd never had an orgasm like that before. You had an itching feeling that it was one that only Steve could deliver.

He moved his mouth up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his tongue. His own cum smeared across his chin but you could tell he didn't care he just wanted to kiss you. He pulled away suddenly, vacating the room and entering the small door that led to the bathroom. You heard the shower a few moments later and before you could even stand, Steve was back and scooping you up. He only set you down once the two of you were stood under the stream of the shower. You washed off the sweat and cum and filth from your body and leant into his chest. His hands were gentle and sweet on you now and it was hand to believe he was the same man from five minutes ago.

“That,” He whispered, barely loud enough over the streaming water. “Was so much better than a work out.”

You chuckled lightly, brushing back his wet hair from his forehead. “Agreed. Same time tomorrow night?”