#equipped with a kissing booth….

[moonlightndaydreams]

Boyfriend idol!jisung x fem!reader

Jisung gives you a tour of the recording booth.

Smut ahead.

NSFW MDNI // oral sex (f rec), vaginal fingering, orgams, sexual acts in a semi public space.

“Baby, could you just flick those switches there… on the wall?” Jisung had been showing you how all the equipment in the recording booth worked and you thought you were helping out with some equipment by reaching over to the wall and flicking the switches.

The lights in the recording booth went out, leaving you and your very naughty boyfriend in the semi darkness. “Shit, Ji, did I just break something?” You gasped, thinking you somehow broke some very expensive equipment.

He didn’t answer, but you felt his arms wrap around you and his body pressing against yours… and a fucking erection pressing into your back. How he was constantly horny you didn’t know.

Jisung chuckled against your ear. “Oh, you didn’t break anything…but there is something you could fix.” He pressed harder into your back with his hard cock.

You managed to spin around to face him, his arms not letting you go for even a moment. “Oh, so you want me to suck you off? Here? In this studio? At your workplace?” You saw him grin and then he leaned in to kiss you tenderly on the lips. He knew that the easiest way to convince you to do anything he wanted was to kiss you like this.

He knew he had you when a moan escaped as you parted your lips and allowed him access to slip his tongue inside of you. He knew he could ask anything of you, do anything to you, when you relaxed in his arms and he pressed you against he glass window of the recording studio.

Jisung knew what he wanted to do.

As you were losing yourself to the moment, you felt his hand slide up your inner thigh and edge under your denim shorts, and managing to brush along the wet patch of your panties. He smirked against your mouth when he discovered the extent of how wet you were. He didn’t need to say anything. You didn’t need to say anything. You both knew you needed him. He loved it. He loved how quickly, how easily, your body responded to him. Every. Single. Time.

You palmed his erection whilst his fingers slipped under the seam of your soaked panties and grazed your clit. You gasped as that desperate ache inside your core started to overtake any common sense or the fear of someone walking in on you both.

“So… how do you want me, Hannie?” You pant breathlessly, reaching for the button on his jeans.

He kissed your neck, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. “Oh, I wasn’t clear, baby. It’s my appetite that needs fixing… I’m starving.” He whispered low in your ear as he sunk a finger inside you.

“Ah.. but… Hannie…” you could barely breathe, his fingers always seemed to affect your ability to speak. “You already ate me out this morning.” You threw your head back as he bit into your neck and plunged his finger in as far as he could despite your clothing restricting him somewhat.

“Oh, but baby… Hannie can’t miss his meals.” He said. “He gets grumpy, and sad.” He pulled back and looked at you intently. “I have to taste you.” he said seriously. “Or I’m gonna die.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are not gonna die.” You laughed, cupping his face.

“It feels like it.” He said softly. “It feels like the whole world’s gonna end if I can’t touch you at least…” he stopped to think for a moment. “Fifty three times a day.” He concluded.

Fuck you loved him. Han Jisung. So dorky. So horny. So kind. So loving. So absolutely perfect. Your heart swelled.

“Well then, Hannie. I can’t leave you going hungry and dying on me… people need you. I cannot be held responsible for that.”

He beamed at you. “I love you, you know?”

Then his entire demeanour changed. He dropped to his knees and yanked down your shorts and panties in one move. You stepped out of them and he tossed them to the side like they were offending him. He bit into his bottom lip as he inspected your pussy with his eyes. Like he had never seen it before. Having him look at you like this made you wetter than ever and you were sure he could see your arousal coating you. And then without any warning he gripped one of your thighs, hoisting it over his shoulder and diving right on in.

You squealed at how rough, so perfectly rough, he was gripping you. You moaned at how firm and needy his mouth was as he attached himself to your cunt. His tongue swiping from your entrance to your clit. Over and over. He groaned against you causing vibrations through your body.

He could not get enough. Your pussy was some sort of life force to him. Like air. And water. He loved how your labia felt against the side of his mouth, so soft. He was addicted to the taste of your juices. He was entranced at how your walls would clench around his tongue, not wanting to let him go. And he didn’t want you to let him go. Ever.

“Oh… Hannie…Ji…fuck…” you cried when he slipped his tongue into you and at the same time his free hand rubbed circles on your clit. “I’m close.” You whispered and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Not yet.” He growled. He wasn’t anywhere near done with you. He gripped both your thighs now, lifting you up off of your feet entirely. Your eyes flung open, shocked at his strength, determination and enthusiasm. Your body slid up the glass window, and you prayed it was strong enough, and your legs were pushed wider. Jisung needed to be closer, deeper. Your hands flew to the glass behind you trying to find purchase, and a flicker of fear washed over you.

He sensed your hesitation and peeled his mouth off you to simply say “I’ve got you, baby”, and that was enough to turn your body into mush.

You let go, relishing the feel of his mouth as it worshipped your pussy. You concentrated on the pleasurable agony of they way he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth. You moaned at the sight of yourself being spread so wide, on display for him.

You were so close to your climax that tears started to fall down your cheeks. “Baby…Hannie …Ji….I’m…fuck…I’m” you didn’t even get the words out. Your entire body soaring through the galaxy. Waves upon waves of pleasure pulsed through you as you made a mess all over your beautiful boyfriend’s face.

After you felt yourself come back down to earth you opened your eyes and peeked down at Han. He was still holding you up, but he was looking up at you boba eyed and grinning. His face plastered with so much of your release you knew that you had most definitely squirted all over him.

With a satisfied and smug look on his face he lowered you back down onto your feet.

“God you’re a messy eater, Han Jisung.” You joked and kissed him, making everything that much messier.

“You know babe?” You looked at him cheekily (even though you probably looked fucked out and dishevelled). “I’m starving after that orgasm.” Your hand slid down to his straining erection. You were surprised, he was surprised, that he hadn’t blown in his pants. “And I can’t be missing any meals either.”

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[charlessainzz]

Hii! Can you write a landox singer reader?

thanks for the request! I wasn’t too sure what you wanted exactly so hopefully this is somewhat good enough :)

DJ Got Us Falling In Love

‘The DJ sucks tonight’ was your first thought as you entered the club. You strutted into the LA club in your favorite black slip dress that didn’t leave a thing to the imagination. You were dying for a fun night out, and this DJ was ruining it. No matter how loud the music was played, it could not get the crowd pumped. You couldn’t spend your one night off tour like this.

That’s how you found yourself hijacking the booth. Giving the DJ a booty bump, you stepped in front of the equipment. He instantly recognized you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, the biggest up and coming pop singer in the US.

You get to work pulling up the sleaziest and most intoxicating club songs you could think of. And shamelessly sneak in your own hits. The energy of the club flips on its head and everyone’s dancing.

You feel like your work here is done. You are about to step away from the booth when you feel someone watching you. That’s when you notice a certain curly haired guy eyeing you across the VIP section.

Lando Norris. F1 driver. British play boy. He had a reputation and you toyed the idea of him in your mind. He wouldn’t be able to handle you, but how fun it would be to see him try.

You give him a flashy smile teasing him to come talk to you. He falls for your plan and walks over with drink in hand.

Lando glides into your side and gives you his signature toothy grin. He smells like bourbon and expensive cologne. He looks good of course.

“I used to be a DJ you know”, he says with amusement. You can see him reminiscing.

“Why’d you quit?”, you inquire. He looks at you pondering his next answer.

“I needed to focus on what I was actually good at, driving”, he admits playing with his chain.

“A driver with no wins? Can’t be that good”, you say with a smirk. Lando’s eyes go wide immediately in utter shock at what you’ve just said out loud.

You double over laughing at how you’ve just managed to shut him up.

“Well you’re a singer with no Grammys so, can’t be that good either”, he retorts back putting his hands on his hips.

Both of you smiling at each other, silently egging the tension on. He was quick with the comebacks. And you liked that.

“Touché Norris”, you smile. “So, are you going to keep staring at me or ask me to dance?”, you say boldly.

“Well I thought you would never ask!”, he shouts and grabs your hand pulling you to the dance floor falling deep into the sea of bodies. You feel his arms pull you into his front.

Hands all over as you get lost in the music and the feel of each other’s skin. You feel him bring a hand to your cheek as he gently turns you.

Your eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes and back. He smiles like he’s read your mind. Lando leans down and engulfs you in a deep kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance, you can taste his last drink.

After what feels like eternity, you tear apart from him searching for a breath. He can tell what his kiss has done to you. You push back up looking for another when he pulls his head back. You feel desperate for more.

Whispering in your ear he says, “If you want more of me, you’ll have to invite me to a concert of yours”. You look into his eyes seeing him enjoy this game.

“Only if I can come to a race of yours”, you smile back.

“That can definitely be arranged”, he says leaning back down to give you what you desired. Lips melting together you think how you’d give him backstage passes if that’s what he wanted. Anything to be in his presence like this.

Suddenly Lando pulls back again. You let out a huff. “Oh and I want a private concert after,” he smirks giving your waist a pinch.

“You’re pushing it Norris!”, you warn. Maybe it was you that wouldn’t be able to handle him.

He giggles at your cute frustration and pushes your head into his chest giving you a tight hug.

“Do you want to get out of here?”, he asks with eyebrows raised. “I’ll show you how fast I can really be in a car”.

“I like the sound of that… maybe I can give you that private concert too”, you joke poking his chest.

Lando’s cheeks go tomato red as he thinks of what that could entail. “Alright time to go!”, he says grabbing your hand.

He leads you out of the club past both of your cheering friends. “No there go our DJs!”, they scream.

You and Lando can’t help but laugh as you step outside into the night. Hands intertwined, you’re met with a wall of flashing paparazzi lights.

[dreamwatch]

Looking California, Feeling Indiana

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #28 - Prompt: Back To Indiana | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: chronic illness | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: pre-Steddie, broken dreams, band break up

(I’m laptop-less tonight so hoping typos etc aren’t too bad - I’ll fix them tomorrow 😆)

The logistics of getting home are left to Jeff. They have a van that might get them from California to Indiana, a station wagon that should get them there, but six years worth of possessions and equipment into a van and station wagon doesn’t go. They sell a load of their shit before heading home. It’s not like they need most of it anyway.

It’s a sombre journey, so different to the one they made to Los Angeles six years ago, so full of hope and excitement, one step closer to their dream. They could have stayed and just built lives there, grounded ones, sensible jobs, sensible hours, sensible lives. But Eddie needed to go back, even if it was just for a few months; he’s twenty seven in a few weeks and he feels like a seventy year old. New aches over old hurts, mystery illnesses slowing him down.

(He knows they’re Upside Down related, knows no one can do anything about them, and knows they’re getting worse. He hates knowing things.)

The Welcome To Hawkins sign looks new; Wayne said it still gets vandalised from time to time, a new one in its place the next morning, reckons they’re buying them in bulk.

Jeff drops Eddie off first because Wayne’s waiting around to see him and get his shit inside before he has to get to work. He’s sixty five now. He shouldn’t be working in that fucking plant anymore. How many times did Eddie say one day Wayne, you’ll see. Useless fucking liar.

They hug, they eat, Wayne looks him over with a sigh; he’s too thin, too pale, leaning on that cane a little too heavily. Eddie knows it comes from love but it’s a lot.

Wayne grabs his keys and his lunch box. “Steve called, by the way. Numbers on the fridge.” There’s a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s good to have you home, Bub.”

Bub. Wayne hasn’t called him that in years, and Eddie smiles to himself, surprised at how much he missed it.

He calls Steve, yeah journey was okay, no roads were fine, yeah all settled in. Steve tells him he’s coming to get him, they’re going for dinner, no arguments and he finds he has in fact no intention of arguing.

Steve looks good. He seems broader, hair is longer which thrills Eddie, and the wire rimmed glasses are like a glacé cherry on the cake that is Steve Harrington.

He gets a whistle stop tour of his friend’s lives, Steve so proud of all their achievements. Tells him Hawkins is different now, friendlier, more welcoming. Happier.

They pick at fries, Steve pushing his pickles to the side of the plate for Eddie. Eddie does his best to hide his smile.

“How are you? You look…”

“‘Tired and too thin’ according to my dear, beloved uncle.”

“I was going to say ‘good’, actually, asshole.”

He grabs a fry from Steve’s plate, drags it through Steve’s milkshake. “Don’t lie to me, Steven.”

“Wayne told me, about your health, the band splitting up. I’m really sorry, man. That fucking blows.”

“Thanks,” he says with a wan smile. “It does indeed blow.”

“You know you probably just need some rest. Give it six months, and you’ll all be back in LA, tearing the place up. You were so close, man.”

He snorts, a humourless laugh. “Yeah, not so much actually.”

Steve leans back in the booth, arm hooked over the back

“Bullshit. You had label guys there just a couple of months ago, and it’s slow, remember you said yourself, it takes time, you don’t just get signed overnight.”

“Steve,” and he says it gently, because Steve means well, and he’s supported them, financially at times, when he was too embarrassed to call Wayne. Steve would send a check or wire him money. And even thinking about that makes this so much harder. 

“There was no label guy. There’s never been a label guy. Or girl, for that matter.”

Steve frowns at him, confused. “I don’t understand.”

And this is it, isn’t it? This is the moment he has to release it into the world.

“I’m going to tell you something nobody else knows. Not even Wayne.”

Steve leans forward, arms crossed on the table. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“We failed, Steve. We failed. The last gig we played was about nine months ago, some frat house party Gareth found for us. It was shit. Because we were shit.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true, Steve. We didn’t have a hope in fucking hell. Do you know how many bands there are in LA? How few of those ever get a sniff of a record deal.” He shrugs, casual. The sting from the hurt doesn’t burn quite as much as it used to. “We just weren’t good enough, that’s all.”

Eddie watches as the cogs in Steve’s head turn, trying to lock into place. “But your health…”

“Is not great. I didn’t lie about that. But, I leant into it. It’s easier to blame a bum leg and chest infections than admit you’ll never achieve your dream because you’re not talented enough and you’re fucking delusional.”

“You are talented,”

“We’re not. Or, not enough, anyway.”

“What are you gonna do? What are they gonna do?” 

“Wayne’s trying to find me work at the plant. Jeff is talking about community college. Matt will probably go work for his dad. Gareth’s probably going to go to Indy, find a band there. Good luck to him.”

Steve drives him home, actual home now, not that dirty little apartment in LA, but a place where he’ll always be wanted. Will always be good enough. 

They pull up outside the trailer, and Steve reaches over, grabbing Eddie’s hand. It’s clumsy and awkward, but the intent is clear. Trying to pick things up where they left them.

“It’s good to have you home, man.”

“It’s good to be home.”

He’s surprised to find he means it.

[deezbin]

•𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆•

!idol!Han taesan!×!normal gf!

Warnings: kissing

Synopsis: Y/n visits Han Taesan's studio for the first time

Wc: 10k

As Y/n stepped into the sleek, modern studio, she felt like she was entering a creative wonderland. The gleaming instruments and plush furnishings seemed to radiate a warm, inviting energy that made her feel right at home. Han Taesan, the charming lead singer of boynextdoor, greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Welcome to my sanctuary, Y/n," he said, offering her a tour. "I'm so glad you're here. I've been wanting to show you around for ages!"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she followed Taesan through the studio, taking in the various instruments and equipment. He showed her his favorite guitar, a beautiful acoustic with intricate carvings on the neck. As he strummed a few chords, the melody seemed to dance in the air, filling Y/n with a sense of wonder.

"Wow, this is amazing," she breathed. "You're so talented, Taesan. I can't believe I get to see you in your element like this!"

Taesan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, Y/n. I'm just passionate about music. It's my everything. And I'm glad you're here to share it with me!"

As they explored the studio, Taesan showed her his favorite songs, the ones that held special meaning to him. Y/n listened, entranced by his stories and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music. She couldn't help but feel a connection to this talented idol, and she found herself falling deeper in love with him by the minute.

Finally, they reached the vocal booth, a cozy space with a microphone and a comfortable chair. Taesan gestured for her to sit, and as she did, he pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Want to hear a secret?" he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. Taesan began to hum a soft melody, his voice vibrating against her skin. She felt like she was melting into his embrace, the music wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

As they swayed to the music, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, Y/n realized she was falling deeper in love with this talented, charming idol. Taesan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with a hint of mischief.

"Want to create some music together?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Y/n's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her heart racing with excitement. Taesan grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy. Together, they began to create a beautiful melody, their voices blending in perfect harmony.

As they sang, their creative energies merged, their love song echoing through the studio. The music seemed to take on a life of its own, filling the space with a sweet, tender energy.

Finally, they finished, their voices fading into silence. Taesan turned to her, his eyes shining with adoration.

"That was amazing," he whispered, his breath caressing her skin.

Y/n smiled, her heart full of joy. "You're amazing," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Taesan's face drew closer, his lips inches from hers. Y/n's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. And then, in a soft, gentle motion, TaeSan's lips brushed against hers.

The kiss was like a whispered promise, a sweet vow of love and devotion. Y/n felt like she was melting into his embrace, their hearts beating as one.

As they pulled back, gasping for air, Taesan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with love and adoration.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

Y/n smiled, her heart full of joy. "I've been wanting you to," she replied, her voice barely audible.

And with that, they sealed their love with another kiss, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

As they sat together in the vocal booth, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/n knew that she had found her soulmate in Han Taesan. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, their love song echoing through the studio, she knew that their love would last a lifetime.

"Let's make some more music together," Taesan whispered, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/n nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. "I'd love to," she replied, her voice barely audible.

And with that, they began to create again, their love song filling the studio with a sweet, tender energy. As they sang, their hearts beat as one, their love growing stronger with every passing moment.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the studio, Taesan turned to her with a smile.

"I'm so glad you're here, Y/n," he whispered

[misc-obeyme]

your post about the human au with beel as a farmer has me giggling and kicking my feet!! and now i can't stop imagining the brothers on their own little farm (writing this even though i know nothing about farming)

lucifer and satan mainly handle the finances, making sure they have the best equipment and techniques to produce good crops. the goats and sheep seem to take a liking to lucifer, especially the baby ones, who love chewing on his clothes. satan stays away from them bc they keep thinking his blond hair is food, choosing instead to coo over the farm cats

mammon and levi are the unofficial handlers and bully victims of the birds. mammon gets pecked by the chickens as he goes to collect their eggs, and he says one day, he'll cook them all up as revenge!! (everyone knows he's lying). levi spends more time with the ducks, where they quack at him on the farm and when he's fishing at the local ponds. (one time, a group of baby ducks imprinted on him and followed him home. it took forever for him to get them back to their mama)

asmo does a lot of advertising for the farm, with both his social media and charming personality at the farmers' market. he designs the cutest packaging and sews any holes that end up in his brothers' clothes with lovely little patches. his favorite animals on the farm (a couple piglets and bunnies) are marked with pink bows, but you could tell by how he squeals whenever he sees them

you already went over beel, but i imagine him still having his super strength and can easily carry adult sheep with ease. he also has gained a lot of (kissable) freckles from being in the sun all the time

belphie is a straight up cow whisperer, which may be caused by his habit of cuddling with the cows on their pasture to skip out on chores. but he's great at milking and can instantly tell if something's wrong with the cows, to the point that other farmers go to him in need of help. he's a lazybones hero!

aaaaaa the sillies - 🎠

Honestly, I'm surprised that little post of mine got so much attention lol! I was definitely thinking about it more in terms of what I think the boys would do if they were humans, rather than how it would be if they all worked on the same farm. But I saw a couple tags suggesting a Stardew Valley crossover, which could be all of them on the same farm or all of them with separate farms. I haven't played Stardew in a long time, but I am so obsessed with farming sims it's ridiculous. My favorite is Story of Seasons Trio of Towns, I've played it so many times and I still replay it from time to time because I loved it so much lol.

ANYWAY that's all to say that my farming experience comes almost entirely from video games. I took a class about plants and agriculture in high school, but otherwise it's all vibes and cozy gaming!

But I think you've nailed it with these. I keep seeing Satan falling asleep in a pile of hay, just completely covered in barn cats. Cute lil Asmo all decked out like a farmer but only for the aesthetic 'cause he's running that farmer's market booth like nobody's business. Cow whisperer Belphie, please I love it so much.

Also freckled, sun-kissed Beel... human!Beel would have so many freckles if he spent any time outside at all. I love this because I'm extremely freckled myself and it'd be really cute if MC had freckles to match his.

Though I actually hadn't even thought about MC's role in a human au. Since they're already human. Would it be reversed? MC is the demon in this scenario? Or just MC is their same human self but they meet the others in a different way? I think both options could be interesting. I was initially going with the idea of there being no magic and no realms though.

I was trying to think of what the characters would do with their lives based on their interests and Beel just screamed farmer to me. Like yeah he probably still works out a bunch, but he really loves food. So I thought it would be interesting to consider that as his primary motivation for wanting to become a farmer. He just wants to feed everybody.

Anyway, I love this, I'm thoroughly enjoying imagining the boys on their farm. Though Mammon threatening to cook the chickens is hilarious. Like I can just hear him saying that to a bunch of indifferent hens, too. It reminds me of a story my mom used to tell me about my great-grandmother getting so annoyed at my uncle's pet rooster for getting his beak tangled in her yarn that she straight up made soup out of him. I dunno how true that story is, but it's one my mom & her siblings have told me numerous times lol.

[he-goes-down]

There Was A Time:

previous chapters/warnings

6. You Ain’t The First

Second person POV:

That Friday the band had a gig. You did the usual; help the boys tease their hair, this was the only time you could be near Izzy or touch him, you helped Slash with his eyeliner and Axl's eyeshadow. They went on stage you watched them from a secret balcony opposite the stage, where all the lights and other technical controls were. You watched Steven's hair bounce as he played the drums, and it was even more hypnotising with his teased hair. You watched him for the beginning of the gig, it soon trailed over to Axl. You knew it was bad that you had feelings for him, even worse that you kissed him. You're his manager, you couldn't be with him, just like nothing could happen between you and Duff. But my god he is so addictive to look at. His teased hair made him look like a lion, and the way he moved his hips when he sang made all the girls, the boys and yourself go absolutely wild. You did however look away from him when it was Slash's solo. Duff and Izzy were looking at you while he shredded, you didn't notice of course as you were in awe at his talent and his man boobs. Duff was jealous, but he wasn't hateful, he knew Slash was amazing at going nuts on the guitar, he stared too sometimes. Izzy however, no one knew what he was thinking. Murder? Maybe. Toe hair? I don't know. Unicorns shitting glitter? Sure! He was so hard to read, he was a complete mystery.

The rest of the show went well. Axl didn't jump on anyone or even shout at them. When they ended you waited for them in the changing room. All the guys were first in, but Axl was slightly delayed, but soon he stepped over the dressing rooms threshold. "Guys, I have someone that I want you to meet." Axl said with a smile. It was quite unusual to see him this chirpy after a show, he would normally be ranting with the small nit-picky stuff of the not-so-good quality equipment. A stunning girl with long curly hair and the most beautiful blue eyes walked in behind him and then stood next to him. "This is Erin." He spoke. "My girlfriend". Those words hit you like a freight train, your ears started ringing. You felt so betrayed. You felt your heart break under the sheer amount of pain it just felt in that moment. You hated them. No not her. Him. Axl Rose. He played with your heart just like that. Did he think of you like you were some groupie? He couldn't have, your kiss and everything but lust behind it. You had to put. Brave face on to not like you wanted to kill yourself in that moment because, they rest of the band were introducing themselves and you were up next after Izzy. "This is our manager." Axl said as he motioned to you. "Ah! Oh my god you're so pretty! I've heard so much about you!" She said. 'Oh thank god she's a girls girl' You thought in relief.

You guys sat at the booth like normal, this time with Steven and Erin on your sides instead of Axl. Erin was absolutely lovely, you contemplated taking her for yourself and getting back at Axl. Or just taking her for yourself. You we're still heart sore and annoyed at Axl, with every word he spoke your malicious thoughts of getting back at him got worse and worse. Would he even care? He better. "If you weren't in the music business, what would you do?"  Erin asked. You were about to speak but Axl spoke over you. "Some Rocket Science things. That's why we call her our Rocket Queen." He spoke. You coughed a little nearly choking as you remembered one of the stories behind the song Rocket Queen that they haven't even made yet. "That's so cool!" She responded. You smiled at her. "I can speak for myself Axl." You said with malice. "Geez, what's got you so riled up?" he asked as he laughed. You didn't know if he knew what he was doing was getting on your nerves, but he loved doing it. You rolled your eyes. "Stop listening in to our convos babe." She said as she playfully hit him. The pet name hurt you even more, but at least he was getting smacked. "Steven can you sit next to Axl so he can't eavesdrop?" You asked Steven, and he agreed and moved to the other side. You and Erin chatted more, as the guys were talking in their own world, it felt good to have another girl to talk to, you realised just how much more immature boys were. "So... Which one is your favourite?" She asked as she nudged you. "Oh, no no I can't choose," You giggled "Steven definitely. Oh, and maybe Duff as second" You whispered to her. "And the others?" She giggled "Izzy hates me for I don't know what reason. Slash doesn't warn anyone when he's bringing someone over, so I always get to hear the noises he makes." You giggled as you rolled your eyes. "And Axl just getting on my nerves sometimes." You added. "I don't know, I think Izzy has thing for you." She spoke. You stared at her with wide eyes and a 'what the fuck' expression on your face. You nearly burst out laughing. "Seriously! Look, every time he takes a sip of his drink, he looks at you." She whispered. You scoffed lightly at her in disbelief. "Look!" She whisper shouted. Both of you looked at Izzy who sat at the other side of the table. He took his glass, lifted it to his mouth and took a sip, his eyes then glanced to your end of the table. He saw the two of you looking back at him, and he quickly glanced back at the other guys while coughing slightly as he nearly choked on his drink. Your mouth was slightly a gape as you looked back at Erin, and she had the most shit eating grin ever and was about to giggle her ass off just like you were. She snorted then you did, it didn't take long till the two of you were laughing uncontrollably, not being able to breathe soon after. Izzy quickly made his way out of the booth seeing this scene unravel and he went to the bathroom. The rest of the band were looking at you two going mental.

You soon calmed down, but you didn't explain to the rest what happened. Axl looked a little irritated, but you didn't notice as you were having too much fun with Erin. Izzy soon came back also looking irritated but much more than Axl. You two didn't giggle more at him just encase he might go off on you. "But who do you like?" She asked. "Didn't you already ask me this?" You raised an eyebrow. "I mean like. Like, like you know?" She explained. Shit. You couldn't say it. "I can't date any of them. I'm their manager." You told her. "Yeah, but you can still like one of them. It's not illegal." She responded. "Nah, I couldn't." you said. 'Wise words, should have listened to them sooner.' You thought. "Come on! What about the tall one? He's been taking peeks at you too." She said. You blushed a bit, you had an initial crush on him, but you still couldn't pursue it. You looked at Duff who was talking amongst the group, then glanced at Axl who sat next to him. If Axl didn't care about you, then he wouldn't mind you getting closer with Duff. Right?

You all drank some more and talked some more. Izzy starred daggers at you the whole time. You didn't realise as you were talking to Erin and Duff over the table. It was soon time to leave, and you were innocently flirting with Duff as you were walking to the exit. Axl noticed and his intoxicated rage filled eyes glared at the sight of you two, and his anger burned brighter as Duff laid his hand on your shoulder as he sweet talked you and you giggled in response. Erin left to her own apartment as you were halfway home, Axl didn't even seem to acknowledge that. Or even get the slightest bit of excitement when offered going to her place to do some unspeakable business. He just grunted a 'bye' and continued to hang his head with distain as he continued walking. He gets like this when he's off his head drunk, but not when naked women are involved. You got home and everyone went to their respective rooms. You took Duffs hand and leaded him to your shared room, you were drunk and wanted to have fun, and especially get on Axl's nerves. Duff was more than happy to endorse what you were about to do. "Wait. I need to talk to you." Axl said. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You nudged your head at Duff to go to the room. You rested your back on the nearest wall and crossed your arms, as you gave a tired look at Axl. "Mhm?" You started. "What do you think you're getting at?" He accused. "I don't understand." You responded in a sarcastic annoyed tone back at him. "Why are you so angry? You have a girlfriend now. You should be ecstatic!" You waved your hand as you spoke. He huffed slightly, being at a loss for words. "Go on...?" You urged. Nothing. You got up off the wall about to walk to the room. "Just, don't hurt her." You said to him in a lighter serious tone. "Don't go kissing her and then leaving her for another girl the next week." You said as began walking. He did not like that. He started to speak up. "You ain't the fucking first. Just remember that." He shouted down at you. You knew you weren't, but you really wanted to be.

You did get back to the room, tired from the mental drainage that's been this night. Duff was half-way undressed but he was passed out hard on the bed. You sighed in relief as you put the covers over him and tucked yourself into bed next to his.

[metallicaislife]

My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2

A/N: My first draft had a Bill cameo and then I was like "Nah this isn't the vibe" but it was funny when I was first writing it out hahaha p.s I saved that draft if anyone wants the bloopers 🫣😂

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff mini angst

Word Count: 676

Warnings: slightly tactless James, but it gets resolved real quick 😌

My Nemesis, James Hetfield

Metallica was playing tonight. I was front and center head banging and jamming along. James kept grinning at me, and I of course would grin back. I was absolutely smitten. 

Since the party several months back, he was true to his word. Gone was the mean curmudgeon. James is the sweetest, funniest guy I’ve ever met. 

After the show was over I made my way backstage. I showed my pass and got back to the dressing room with ease. I knocked on the door then twisted the knob. 

“Everyone decent?” I asked through the crack. There was a chorus of affirmatives. I opened the door further and entered the room, closing the door behind me. 

I squealed as I was immediately engulfed in a hug, James lifted me spinning me around. I giggled as he set me down. I grinned up at him and he kissed me. 

“You did so good tonight.” I said after he pulled away. 

“Always do when you’re in the crowd.” He smiled at me. 

“Eugh I think I liked it better when he was mean to you.” Dave complained. 

“You’re just upset you lost the bet.” Lars said, “I happen to think they’re cute. And my wallet is ten dollars heavier.” He joked. 

“We have to finish packing up, after we take it all back to the house do you want to go get some food?” James asked as he caressed my hip with his thumb. 

“Yeah that sounds good.” I smiled. He kissed me once more. I helped them pack their equipment and get it back to their place. 

As James drove to the diner, the music played softly and he had his hand on my thigh. Just being around him made me so happy. 

We got to the diner and he held the door open for me. 

“Thank you.” I smiled. He teasingly slapped my butt as I passed. “James!” I giggled and he just smirked in return. We were led to a booth and slid in across from each other. We ordered our usual meals. 

“So, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda serious.” James said as he played with the rings on my fingers. 

“What’s up?” I asked. I couldn’t help the nervous pit forming in my tummy. 

“I don’t know if Lars has talked to you at all about this, but Ron’s leaving the band. We’ve found a guy, he’s a perfect fit.” James started. 

“Lars hasn’t said anything, I’m glad you already found Ron’s replacement though.” I replied. James continued fiddling with my rings and fingers. 

“Well, there’s a catch. He’ll only join if we move up to the San Francisco area.” He said, his blue eyes staring into mine. 

“Oh.” Was all I could say.  I plastered a fake smile hoping he wouldn’t see through it as I tried to be supportive. I began to withdraw my hand from the table but he grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. 

“I know we haven’t been dating long, but I want you to come with me. I know Lars would love that, I mean you already know he loves having you around. And I would love having you around because I love you.” He rushed out. His eyes widened as he realized what he said at the end. We haven’t said that yet. The feelings are definitely there though. The anxious feeling in my stomach stilled at the peace that came from his statement.

“I love you.” I said. His features softened and he smiled at me. “The emotional whiplash you gave me just now makes me want to hit you just a little.” I laughed softly. James chuckled. I paused even though as soon as he asked my mind shouted the answer. “Yes, I’ll go to San Francisco with you.” James' eyes lit up as his smile widened. 

“Yeah?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I’d follow you anywhere, Hetfield.” I grinned. His cheeks turned rosy. 

Our food came, we ate while excitedly talking about what the future holds for us in San Francisco.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[icedsodapop]

However, one particular kind of actor always gets this honor: white. Whether it’s Austin Butler or Timothée Chalamet, young white male actors become household names faster than non-white actors. After the success of Barry Jenkins’s Moonlight, I expected Ashton Sanders’s career to skyrocket due to his performance in the film. And yet, that wasn’t the case. That is also not the case for breakout performer Charles Melton in Todd Hayens’s latest melodrama, May December. Acting with titans like Julianne Moore and Natalie Portman is no small feat. Melton not only holds his own but outshines in his role as Joe Yoo, the victim of Moore’s Gracie. On its own, Melton’s performance should be enough to launch his career into great heights similar to that of Elordi’s. However, compared to the future projects adorning Elordi’s IMDb page, Melton has only one: K-Pop Lost in America.

(...)

There’s a different standard for non-white actors, because even after they “prove” themselves, they must continue to set the standard higher to get half of the opportunities white actors amass by simply existing and displaying a certain conventional standard of beauty in the lottery of genetics. It’s a frustrating precedent that seems never to end. Talented young actors of color are sidelined for white actors with arguably less skilled backgrounds to take the spotlight.

(...)

While only his first after his career in Riverdale, Melton’s performance suggests he’s equipped for larger roles—roles that can showcase his range as an actor. Unlike Melton, there’s no sense of gravitas or nuance to his presence onscreen, and it only seems to raise his profile. Elordi also has the luxury of voicing his disappointment at the films that got him to where he is simply because they were teen films aimed at a female audience. In a recent interview with GQ, Elordi claims the Kissing Booth films are “ridiculous” projections of fantasy, revealing, “I didn’t want to make those movies before I made those movies.” Had Melton shared similar sentiments about his role in the teen series Riverdale, he probably would’ve been seen as ungrateful. Instead, he walked the thin line quite humbly when talking about his roots in the entertainment industry. He may genuinely feel that way about his work on Riverdale, but he also knows there’s a double standard for an actor like him.

[youve-cath-to-be-kitten-me]

coda (18/18)

Masterlist!

Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice (For the AvaTrice Big Bang 2024!)

Rating: E

Word Count: 100k

Multi-Chapter (18/18) + Art Collaboration with @adlerdoodles!

Summary:

coda (n.): in music, a passage that brings a piece (or a movement) to an end

Ava Silva has everything she’s ever wanted. Her dream job designing lights for the Royal Ballet. An apartment bigger than a shoebox. A city to explore full of sexy accents and taxis that are all (yes, ALL) equipped with ramps. 

Beatrice Young has everything she’s ever wanted. A coveted spot as one of the youngest ever principal dancers at the Royal Ballet. The role of a lifetime. A routine that makes it so that she never has to worry about what happens next.

It’s funny how quickly things change. 

Teaser:

Ava Silva pushes back from the lighting board and throws her hands up, grinning. 

“I’m so fucking good,” she laughs. “So fucking good.” 

She grasps the pushrims of her chair and rolls back into place, tapping a few buttons to go a few cues back. With three taps of go, the lights on stage flash bright for a second then drop out, leaving only a cream-colored spotlight in the center of the stage. The cue is labeled The Kiss, and, frankly, it’s probably her favorite one in the entire show. (The other cue labels have no such dramatics. The one before it is called Romantic Foresty Shit 5.) She taps a few keys to reset back to cue 1. 

Make no mistake, Ava loves every single part of the work she’s done on this project. She’s spent the last few weeks squealing to herself in the booth as she designed scene after scene (after scene after scene). It’s been all ballrooms and forests and spells and one particular section of creating the effect of water around a prop boat that almost gave her an aneurysm. 

Working Swan Lake is a dream. Working Swan Lake at the Royal Ballet is an LSD trip hallucination that made her pinch herself every time she stepped into the building for a month after she started working. (She considered it a good luck charm, but she’s honestly surprised she hadn’t developed a little bruise on her forearm.) Even after all these months in London, Ava still can only half-believe she’s actually doing this. Sure, she has all the credentials or whatever. But the fact that she got an email a little over a year ago that said “pack your shit and get your ass across the pond” (paraphrased) feels more like the plot of a movie she’d watch than her actual life. 

But today is the first rehearsal she gets to run lights with the dancers. So shit’s realer now. 

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[muddyorbsblr]

secret notes part 1: miss invisible

Masterlist

Summary: It's Tony's New Year's Eve party and Loki asks you about the tradition of New Year's Kisses.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warning/s: mentions of alcohol

Things to be aware of: idiots in love, angst

"Babes, you're staring again. Actually, don't move, let me just get…" Natasha leaned over the table to put a napkin to the corner of your mouth. "There we go. Just to be sure you're not drooling. Yet."

"Fuck off, Romanoff," you grumbled, taking another large sip of the strawberry margarita in front of you. As you felt the alcohol make its way through your bloodstream, you slurred, "I wasn't even staring."

That was a lie, obviously. You'd spent the better part of Stark's year-end Ball Drop Party in a prolonged state of lamenting. Over what? Over the black-haired devastatingly attractive Asgardian who was the recipient of the sultry attentions of a Victoria's Secret Angel. 

"If you were a wooden puppet, your nose would have grown, Y/N," Wanda quipped from beside you, making you throw a table napkin her way. "Hey don't go throwing things at me just because I'm speaking in facts. I don't understand why you don't just tell him how you feel. What's the worst that could happen?" 

"How about we start with he could hate me, Wan? Not just reject me, but outright get so angry with me that he wouldn't blink an eye if I got compromised in the field? We can start there. I can't risk someone I trust to have my back when I'm behind enemy lines just because I have feelings." Your words were coming out slurred but your thoughts were still fairly articulate.

"Alright everybody, it's an hour to midnight and our live entertainment for the night has ended their final set, which means we're opening up the mic to anyone who wants to wow us with their hidden musical prowess," Tony announced as he took the stage while the band was packing up their equipment. "Stage is open for everyone. Avengers, actors, politicians. Grab the mic when the spirit moves you. And Happy New Year, you beautiful beautiful creatures." 

"I'm gonna sing," Wanda announced. "Nat come on we should go sing something."

"Like what?"

"We can figure it out on the way." Wanda started jutting her head toward the stage, throwing Nat a look, which made the Russian spy vacate her seat in the booth. "Y/N? You wanna sing with us and we can go for Spice Girls?" She held out a hand toward you, which you politely declined.

"Singing's not my thing," you deadpanned. "And I'm pretty sure that nails on a board isn't everyone's thing, either," you joked. 

"Alright. Suit yourself." Nat laid a hand on your shoulder as she acknowledged someone coming in from behind you. "Hey, Laufeyson." You felt her pat your shoulder twice before she stepped away and walked with Wanda toward the stage.

As your friends made their way to the stage, you felt a faint touch on your shoulder, making the little hairs on your neck stand up. You looked up to see Loki standing over you with a small smile on his face, seemingly amused at something. Dammit he must've seen my goosebumps. Stupid, Y/N. Just utterly stupid. You struggled to seamlessly compose yourself and return his smile.

"Would you mind for some company, darling?" 

Your heart fluttered at the name, despite knowing it was completely out of line. There was no hidden meaning, no affection, behind his calling you "darling". You knew this, and regardless your heart skipped beats, the warmth washing over your entire body.

Most likely because every part of you desperately wished that it did hold that affection you so craved from the god.

"Not at all," you answered, trying to keep your voice steady. You scooted over in the booth to allow more than enough room for him to sit without you crowding each other's personal space. "Go ahead." 

His smile brightened as he slid into the booth next to you, positioning himself so close that your legs pressed against each other. Your heart started thumping in your chest as you spied his arm draped over the cushioned seat behind you, effectively pressing his side into yours now as well. 

"I'm afraid I'm going to need some guidance on this holiday's particular tradition, dear Y/N," he said over the sound of Natasha and Wanda currently enjoying themselves belting out their rendition of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. You gave him a look to say 'go ahead' and he continued speaking. "Why are these people looking to kiss someone when midnight strikes?" 

You laughed at the question. "Did someone ask you to be their New Year's Kiss, Mischief?" 

"There were a few rather…promiscuous offers. Of kisses that they intended to lead to…" He cleared his throat. "More." You fought to mask the unwarranted pain you were feeling at the thought of these goddess-caliber beauties so shamelessly offering their bodies to him, and him taking them up on their offer. "Tell me about this…New Year's Kiss?"

You struggled to form words together, your mind still screaming at you over his proximity. So close that if you made the mistake to look into his eyes you'd drown. That if you even breathed the wrong way his scent would imprint itself into your memory and stay there for all eternity. 

"It's a…superstition," you started. You watched as he looked at some of the other partygoers with a near murderous look in his eyes and held your breath as you felt his arm move from the seat to gently wrap around you, his hand loosely closing around your arm. 

And then his mood shifted as he shifted his gaze back to you, the smile on his face returning as he said, "Go on, darling." 

"So the superstition goes that what ever it is you do in the first moments of the new year, that's what you're manifesting into the coming year for your life. Some people jump for the hope that they'll become taller, please don't do that you're tall enough already." Your words made him laugh with a big toothy grin that nearly made your heart melt on the spot. "And some people have a New Year's Kiss to…manifest a relationship into the coming year. Companionship, romance, mostly romance." 

"And who do you plan on kissing at midnight?" His words were spoken so softly, with such a tenderness, you could have sworn it was like he was trying to caress you with them. 

"Nobody," you answered him. "I don't buy into the whole manifestation thing." 

"And of the years you chose to not kiss anyone at the stroke of midnight, how many of them did you spend without companionship? Without romance?" His tone was almost teasing before it grew nearly ominous. "For I've been approached by quite a few of the male attendees of this soiree, and they've been curious to see if I could steer you their way." 

"You?" you nearly choked at the audacity of these men he talked about. "They asked you?" 

"They've been querying with many of us."

As Steve started singing a depressing tune about hurting the one you love on stage, you took a quick look around the floor, noting the borderline lusty eyes of a handful of men staring in the direction of your booth. At the sight of one of them blatantly licking his lips, you flinched, causing Loki to slightly tighten his hold on you, almost protectively. When you looked back at him, you saw the near murderous gaze once more and you wondered to yourself if it had anything to do with those lecherous stares being thrown your way.

Nah, surely it can't be, you told yourself. Must be someone else he's glaring daggers at. After all, what did he care about people wanting to lock lips with you at midnight? 

"Well they're fresh out of luck because I don't do anything in the first moments of the year. Just in case I'm wrong and there's truth to this hokum? Then doing nothing means my life would stay exactly the same. And I'm content with that." 

The last words tasted bitter as they escaped your mouth. Of course, you were content. You were surrounded by extraordinary people you were lucky to call your friends, and you aided said extraordinary people in keeping the world safe as best you can. You had found near sisters in Natasha and Wanda, and in them a family you only dreamt of having once upon a time. 

You were even lucky enough to have this weird borderline flirty friendship with Loki. And you were content with all of that. 

Did you want more out of that last one? Of course you did. But you had a firm enough grip on reality to know that it wasn't something feasible, something to plan for. It was something to hope for on every shooting star, every fallen eyelash, every dandelion, sure. It was a pipe dream. 

"So now that you know what the tradition's all about," you broke the tense silence between you, making him turn his gaze back to you. "You should probably take one of those drop dead gorgeous women up on their offer." 

"I would rather decline them," he said, his gaze unwavering.

"And why is that?" 

"They're not, how you Midgardians would say, 'my type'." You eyed him incredulously. "What is it, darling?" 

"These are some of the most beautiful people walking this planet right now, and they're--they're not your type??" You had to raise the volume of your voice once more as Sam started chaotically singing both parts of Love the Way You Lie and sounding like he was having a grand time at that.

Loki shrugged at your question. "They are beautiful, I'll agree there. But I prefer my women capable of holding conversations that go beyond telling me how they admire my physique. The kind whose eyes I can gaze into and I can see the intelligence, the passion, in them. What I look for is beyond the physical, for if we take away the carnal desire, or at least move past it, I would very much like to find that there is something left to hang on to." 

You were speechless. No words came to mind in response except, "I see." Then you took another deep, steadying breath. "So I take it you're going to do like me and opt for nothing in the first moments of the new year?" 

A small smirk played on his face. "Perhaps I am content with the state of my life as well, Y/N." He shifted in the booth so that he was facing the stage, watching in amusement as Sam once again pitched his voice so high for the chorus of the song, and then proceeding to tighten his embrace on you once more by just the slightest amount. "You chose not to partake in the open stage?" You shook your head at him. "That's a shame. You have a lovely voice, to put it into song would undoubtedly bless many ears tonight." 

You ducked your head slightly to avoid blushing at his words. "Too many eyes. I…I don't really do well performing in front of crowds," you answered, trying to sound nonplussed at his compliment. "And since we're on the topic of pretty voices…why aren't you singing?" 

Your words got him breaking out into a smile and chuckling again. "The music I've taken a liking to here on Midgard might not match the mood for such celebrations." You bit your tongue. You could say the same for yourself, considering that the only songs currently coming to mind were sappy love songs that you only ever dared dedicate to him in your dreams. 

"We just had Rogers try to put the entire party into a depression, I'm sure you couldn't make it any worse," you answered back, your quip making him throw his head back in an infectious laugh. 

"Okay that's enough of that," Tony spoke up, once again taking the stage. "It's two minutes to midnight, which means it's that time of the year we're all non-contractually obligated to listen to Auld Lang Syne. Who wants to do the honors?"

Loki watched with a fondness in his heart as you cupped your hands over your mouth and shouted "NATASHA!!" in the direction of the stage, revealing an undeniably adorable smile once you put your hands down. The kind that made your dimple show, the very same one he itched to press his lips to every time he saw it. 

"I'll get you back for this, Y/L/N," the Russian spy said into the microphone before she started to sing the almost melancholy tune and a timer began to count down, projected on the walls and above the stage. 

This is it. This is my only chance, he thought to himself as the timer whittled down to the final 10 seconds and the attendees began to chant the time left. 

He tucked his free hand under your chin, gently turning you to look at him. Seven. 

"In case there's truth to the hokum," he said softly. Five. "To us finding companionship. Or romance." Three.

"To not being alone," you whispered back. Two.

As the people chanted "One!" and fireworks were launched into the sky, he gently, and all too briefly, pressed his lips to yours, his heart nearly soaring as he felt you kiss him back. 

Only to feel that very same heart plummet to the ground as he felt you pull away after mere moments, and whisper, "Happy New Year, Mischief." And then you turned to watch the fireworks, the vibrant colors illuminating your face in such a way that had him struggling to look away from you. 

He briefly considered finding one of the women who offered him physical companionship for the night, taking her up on the offer to, in her words, "start off the new year with a bang", but he knew that ultimately the affair would end bleakly. For in the morning he would wake, and he would still yearn for the same person. He would relentlessly pick apart his bedmate in the privacy of his own thoughts and tick off all the ways that she wasn't you. 

So he dismissed the thought, resigning himself to being simply content with your companionship. Even though he desperately wished for even the most remote possibility that he could engage in a romance with you. 

"Happy New Year, darling," he sighed.

When you retreated to your room for the night, your heart was pounding in your chest. What the fuck was that? you thought to yourself. You couldn't wrap your head around what happened at the stroke of midnight. All those models and actresses draping themselves over him and abandoning all self-respect to kiss him at midnight, and he chose to stay in a little booth, watching the chaos unfold, with you. 

And then he proceeded to kiss you at the end of the timer, "in case there was truth to the hokum", he said. Did he simply not wish to follow through with what everyone else offered, and that was why he chose to kiss a friend instead? Was he even aware of what type effect that had on you? Did he—oh holy fuck did he know? 

Did he know that you started having feelings for him and that was done out of pity? Poor little lonely Avenger, choosing to live out her life alone, maybe if she got a kiss from a literal god, she wouldn't look so pitiful at the ball drop? Fuck, that was probably it. 

He was probably back in his room with that Victoria's Secret Angel right now. Kissing her, touching her, fucking her in ways that only in your wildest dreams would he ever do to you. With you. 

Alright, lonely one, it's a new year. Make a resolution. Right here. Right now. You're gonna get all these feelings you have for Loki out. One way or another, by the end of the year they'll be gone, and things can go back to the way they were before you started falling for him. 

And that was how it started. A pact with yourself that you would somehow expel these feelings. You needed an outlet, and you started writing down songs that you'd started to associate with the raven-haired god. 

Then you snuck into the Operations stock room and procured one of their mics on standby, brought it into your closet, plugged it into your laptop, and pressed Record. 

And thus The Lonely Avenger on YouTube was born. With her first upload: Miss Invisible. 

A/N: And so it begins! Welcome to the new series, hope you're all as excited to read it as I am to write it and sing for it, and for those who requested to be part of the tags before the first chapter was even out? I hope the wait was worth it.

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[britt-kageryuu]

A bit of Road Trip!

(A.K.A. Part One of a Convention Series) | Part 2

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The guys were loading up the Turtle Tank with the supplies they need for this particular trip.

And while they were calling it a road trip, they were really going to a smaller convention outside New York, if only to throw off anyone who thinks they would only go to a local con.

The reason they were taking the Tank, and not just portaling there, was because they needed a cover for the very annoying nosy people who might just question where they kept everything. Plus they would portal anything else they need in to their hotel later.

And any questions about the legality of said tank were just show a Oddly Specific Modded Vehicle Permit. The wonders of knowing someone in the government, who might've been unwilling adopted into the family.

The Purple Dragons were also coming with in a large van carrying extra equipment, and product that they would be selling.

Yes, they planned to have a booth, which would be selling their merch including the usual t-shirts, prints, stickers, acrylic stands, keychains, some plushies, and after getting proper permits, Caffeinated Turtle products.

Though Mikey was going to be in the Artist Alley selling his own stuff that he does under a different Alias, because people aren't supposed to know he's Mandarin.

Donnie was going over the checklist again, "Alright, we have everything that is necessary for now. Everyone get in, and I'll contact the Dragons to meet us in an hour, and remember to keep your cloaking broaches on at all times." They say as they walk over and give Splinter a stack of papers, "And Papa, here's where we will be, extra contact information incase you need to get ahold of us, and a reservation for your favorite Yokai Resort and Spa. Yes, we also want you to have some fun while we're gone. And we will miss you aswell."

While Donnie is listing this off the boys, April and the Caseys also say their goodbyes, Mikey hands him a travel bag, and Raph gives him a 'Happy Birthday' card. April also gives him a kiss and some of his favorite snacks, and the Caseys gift him a new Robe.

"Have fun, and relax Dad. We didn't plan this on purpose, things just lined up weird." Leo says while holding the portal to the resort open. "Just call us if you need anything, and we'll probably drop everything to help ya."

Splinter while a little upset at first, was very happy to be getting away from them, and practically ran through the portal right after.

"You'd think he didn't love us with that kind of hustle." April joked while they piled into the Tank.

The drive out of New York was fairly uneventful, though meeting up with the Dragons was a little tricky, given the traffic, and slightly jumble directions, but they agreed to stop at a few specific places on the way to make up for it.

One of those places being an apparently popular roadside attraction that was worth the hype. They got some kinda tacky things from the gift shop, took some pictures that will be posted like a week after the con, and got some gimmicky snacks for the road.

It was going to take a few hours or so to reach where the Convention was taking place, so there was alot of road trip games planned, and maybe a movie playing to pass the time.

From what Shelldon was relaying from the Dragonete drones, the Dragons were making plans to check out some things going on in the area when they weren't needed at the Con. Like some game tournaments that were being held, or a small tech place nearby.

The group as a whole hope things go well, and they don't get 'discovered' and 'revealed' by some random fan. But at least there was supposed to be some guests that they wanted to meet, and get at least a picture off/with.

Here's hoping at least.

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Masterpost

So I have this only kinda planned out, and even then I really don't know where to go with this.

I might just summarize a bunch of stuff, or I might try writing out the guys doing different stuff, and post them as their own separate things. I really don't know yet.

I am open to suggestions, and critics!

I honestly forgot that Twitchcon was this weekend, and I honestly had a Convention Post Series planned for months. I just originally wanted to draw stuff to post along with them, but I will shelve that for later.

[gracegrove]

Games

There's a carnival on school grounds hosted by various entities and clubs. The high school sports teams have been wrangled into helping run booths and games by the boosters club. They're low on funds... Desperately so. Their football equipment is nearly 7 years old and the gym needs new basketball hoops and the court lines need repainting.

Steve was walking out towards the usual place he always manned when he got collared by Coach. "Not today Harrington. It's the tank for you." Steve looked past Coach's shoulder as Billy waved from the booth, a baseball player next to him. Steve huffed and walked off to the dunk tank across the midway.

It was a hot day so Steve couldn't complain about dipping his feet in the cold water. Bored off his ass as each challenger threw ball after ball and missed. Yawning and stretching, he looked over, the line to Billy's booth had grown in the past hour. Steve's old booth.

The kissing booth.

It was only $1 a kiss but you'd think the girls in line were on their way to the biggest blockbuster of the Summer. Steve backed himself up on the small seat, craning his neck to catch Billy pulling away from a girl.

Billy stilled, a small shiver rippling through him as he locked eyes with Steve. His back straightened and he looked away, calling for the next customer. Steve watched, as Billy laid it on thick. Upselling the girl by an extra $2, thumb stroking over the back of her hand as he took the bills with a charming grin.

Leaning over the countertop Billy and the girl met hot and heavy, the girl yoking her arms around him. Billy tilted his head in Steve's direction. Was he looking at Steve? He nearly pulled the girl clear over the counter to his side before breaking the gaudy kiss. He helped the girl away, only to smirk at Steve. Bright and confident.

"Dickhead." Steve grumbled, slumping down flat onto his seat. The rickety springs on the board wobbled precariously as Steve clutched the rim of the tank. The sun was beginning to set, no one had come close to hitting the dunk target. Coach is walking up, "Might as well shut'er down Harrington, see if you can help step up sales over at the ring toss." Steve nodded climbing out, when climbing down the ladder it occurred to him.

"Hey Coach?" Steve asked. "Yeah?" "Maybe you should let Billy try. I mean look at his line..." Steve motioned with a hand. The Coach looked at it. "What's your point?" Steve shrugged, clasping his hands behind his back coyly. "I mean if the line's that big for a kiss, what would happen if he's all wet?" The Coach stood a moment in thought before bringing the whistle around his neck to his mouth and blowing.

"Hargrove!" He barked. Billy stopped his conversation with a blonde freshman, one eyebrow peaked. "Tank on the double!" Coach called. Billy sighed, shoulders heaving in a visible pout as he pushed away from his booth.

"Really?" Billy griped, as he drug himself across the grass. Coach nodded, pointing a resolute finger at the dunk tank. "We all pitch in Hargrove." Climbing in, Billy carefully seated himself, wincing as he put his feet in the water. "It's cold as fuck!"

Steve smiled warmly, standing next to the tank. "An apology will get you out." Billy glared at him but said nothing. "Ok." Steve warned, backing away. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet.

Billy watched with shrewd eyes as Steve pulled out a crisp $1 and handed it to the cheerleader manning the money box and the pile of baseballs. Steve now had 3 baseballs.

Stepping up to the premeasured line Steve postured. He squinted his eyes, nose scrunching, stepping back with his right foot to throw. He missed.

"Ha!" Billy laughed as the ball hit to the far right of the target. "Stick to basketball Harrington!"

Steve picked up the next ball, being more keen. Taking greater care. Again he missed. Billy couldn't control himself. The seat was bouncing, the hinges squeaking, from how much he was laughing. "Jesus what a riot!"

Steve grabbed the final baseball, digging his foot into the ground and winding up. "Make my day Pretty boy!" Billy mocked, jeering at him. Steve threw it, the ball catching the edge of the metal target. The plate quivering but not compressing. Billy watched silently, breath held until the moment passed. And just as he was about to reply, the seat fell out from under him.

Cold water rushed in, enveloping his senses stinging and pricking at his skin making him rocket back up to the surface with a gasp. Coming up he came face to face at the tanks edge with Steve. He looked oddly calm, not smug, not happy. Calm.

"Now?" He asked. Billy sat in the water, watching him. He knew that look but he didn't know what to say just yet. "Hey Mandy," Steve called over his shoulder, "how many balls do I get for $5?" The girl replied, "10. Is that how many you want?" Steve looked down at Billy, his eyes hawkish. "Yes."

[v3lvieraven]

Would you possibly write anything about Crispin with a s/o that's an acrobat 👀

YOUR A DAMN GENUIS‼️

Crispin wizard x Acrobat!reader

Warnings- none

First meeting

• let’s just pretend there’s another circus that just came on island, crispin is there the minute the tickets are selling.

•at first he thought the acts were somewhat boring compared to the circus he was in for a while.

•but his opinion immediately changes when he sees you. Your amazing figure wrapped in the Aerial silk.

•you were perfectly balanced as you swung across the tent with your hat in your hand. Your legs support you when you swing towards him

•he looks at you with wonder and admiration, gasping when he feels your hat on his head. Before you can fully swing back you blow him a kiss, landing into a barrel filled with water.

•after your act there was a picture booth to take selfies with the acrobats, clowns and ring master…etc. which is where he asked for your number.

General headcanons

•He actually has a lot of space in his garage so a big Matt is in one of the corners so you can do acrobatics while he works.

•definitely has lots of notes about your schedule, what brands of equipment you prefer to use and what you can and can’t do.

•he loves when you do short performances just for him to watch, sometimes he films them for when he is too busy to see them himself. He really enjoys watching you do something you love.

•although because of how physically demanding your work is, he knows that you can often get sore or your muscles could get torn if you work for too long.

•often times he will run you a warm bubble bath to relax your muscles. He will also message your back and shoulders when your asleep, but never when your awake.

•the fact that you enjoy his clown art makes him fall even harder. He might even start making little figurines of acrobats (aka you)

•on his birthday you gave him a special performance, a remake of the performance you did when you first met. He almost cried to be completely honest.

•overall he admires you and loves you very much. Do expect him to have an album dedicated to you and your performances. It also includes when you gave him your hat and the very first picture you took with him.

[uramilf]

Ross thought because I’m in love with him.

It’s a regular studio day but Ross‘s girlfriend is sooooo cuddly all day because we all have a needy day sometimes 🤷🏼‍♀️😁. He can’t leave to get himself a glass of water because seconds later Y/n is hugging him from behind clinging to him. (Ross loves it)

Yes this is so cute!

You were cuddling into Ross's side on the sofa in the studio, listening to Matty sing in the recording booth. "He sounds good, yeah?" Ross smiled. "Amazing. The new single's gonna be sick." George approached the sofa with an arm around Charli. "You're going in next, mate," he said to Ross. You frowned and buried your head deeper into your boyfriend's chest.

"I'm gonna go get myself a bottle of water, okay? You want anything?" "Yeah, I want you to stay right here," you grumble, nuzzling your face into his neck. "Baby, I'll be back in two minutes." Ross laughs and kisses the top of your head. He stands up and goes into the corridor, leaving you with the rest of the guys and their girlfriends in the studio. You sit there on the sofa, picking at your nails until Ross comes back. He returns with two bottles of water, handing one to you. You toss it aside and grab his hand instead. "I need to go record my part soon, babe." "Not yet," you mumble. "Come back to me."

Ross sits back down beside you, pulling you over to sit on his lap. He pulls you tightly into his chest. "What's up with you today, huh? You're being a bit...clingy. You know I love it, but you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?" "Yeah, of course," you sigh. "Nothing's wrong. Sorry for being so needy." "Don't apologise, darling." Ross kisses your cheek, tracing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

Half an hour later when Ross had to move you from his lap to pack up hi equipment, you were starting to feel the loneliness again. You wrap your arms around him from behind. Ross laughed and spun around to grab you. "C'mon, home time." He grabbed his bag and threw an arm around your shoulder.

By the time you got home, you were desperate to be held by Ross again. You practically throw yourself into his arms the second he closes the front door. "Just me and you, tonight, yeah baby?" He smiles softly, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Just me and you."

[tearfallpixie]

Oblivious - Chapter 1: Home from Tour

“Chrissy!” I exclaimed. I ran at my best friend from High School and launched into his arms. I had gone to the warehouse to greet him after they got off their 6 month tour seeing as we had a tradition to go out for dinner the moment he got back every time. He held me tightly as he spun me around with a grin on his face. “I missed you Oreo.” I giggled as he groaned.

“You will never let that go will you bug?” He muttered playfully, setting me on my feet again.

“Nope!” I skipped onto the bus where the rest of the boys were packing up their stuff and waved hi to them as I weaved to the back where my favorite guitarist was. “Ricky!”

“Hey Casey!” He grinned, dropping his sweatshirt and pulling me into his arms. “I missed you.” He murmured.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it out for a stop on this tour. Work has had me busy as hell.” He let go of me and picked his sweatshirt back up, handing it to me. I shrugged it on and wrapped my arms around myself, enjoying the feel of its warmth and the lingering smell of Ricky’s cologne clinging to the fabric. Once he was done packing he placed his arm around my shoulder and we exited the bus again to see the crew off-loading the equipment.

“Hey, Love bug, I’ll only be a few more minutes and then we can go. Ok?” Chris called. He was currently helping pack away some of the merch boxes to go through later.

“Ok! I’ll just put your bags in your car.” I picked up his bag and Rick and I went back out to the car park. He and I loaded up their vehicles, chatting about random things as we waited for the singer.

“Hey Rick, why don’t you join us?” Chris offered every single time, but Ricky always turned us down, not wanting to intrude but also wanting to get home to his girlfriend. Unfortunately, they broke up right before this last tour so I was hoping he would agree this time.

“I really don’t want to intrud-“ Chris shook his head and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“No, you aren’t getting out of it this time. Come on.” He ordered, shoving the guitarist towards his car.

“Fine, fine. But I’ll take my own car thank you.” Rick grinned.

“Sweet! We’re going to Panera. We’ll meet you there.” I told him, leaning over to kiss his cheek before turning back to Chris. I saw Chris smirking but he wasn’t looking at me so I turned back to see Rick facing away from me now and walking off with his head ducked. “What was that about?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, taking my hand and walking over to his car. He opened the door for me and helped me in before walking around to his side of the car and getting in the driver’s seat. It was a five-minute drive to the restaurant and when we went inside Rick had already grabbed a booth at the back. We joined him, both of us sitting on the other side before deciding what we wanted.

“I’ll go up and order.” Rick said, writing down what we decided and walking off.

“Hey, so I was thinking we could get away for a while, go to Florida and visit Disney in two weeks. Think you could get the time off?” He asked.

“I definitely will. I haven’t been in forever.” I exclaimed. He and I made a point to go whenever we could but unfortunately we hadn’t been able to get the time off together for several years.

“I can’t wait. I’ll book the tickets and hotel tonight.” He told me as Ricky made his way back over to us.

“It will be ready in a few minutes.” He informed us.

“Thank you. So you have to tell me everything about tour! I wish I could have joined you guys.” I whined.

“Next time you can join us for the whole tour.” Chris promised me.

“I can’t take 6 months off at a time.” I protested.

“You cant take any time off according to your company. I personally think you should quit.” Ricky muttered. While he was right, my job was demanding, and I hated it but I didn’t think quitting was the best option for me.

“I don’t trust her boss. He’s a dick.” Chris grumbled.

“He’s not that bad.” The waitress came over at that moment with our food and we thanked them quietly before returning to our conversation.

“He’s a fucking sexist asshole! He’s always eyeing you up when you are around him like you are a piece of meat.” My best friend complained.

“I know, I know. But I’m fine. I swear. I wanna talk about tour not my stupid job.”

“Sorry. Back on the tour, I promise.” We talked about the tour and Ricky’s shenanigans. Chris even showed me a video of Rick playing irl fruit ninja and I laughed.

“That isn’t how you hold a sword idiot!” I exclaimed.

“I know that! My entire discord ripped me a new one over it.” He huffed.

“Awe, so sad. There is something the great Olson isn’t good at.” I teased him as I took a bite of my sandwich. We were about to chat about something else when Chris’ phone rang. He took a glance at it before kissing my cheek and standing up to go outside and take it. “Do you think everything is ok?”

“I’m sure it is. He doesn’t look like anything is wrong.” Rick pointed out as we watched the singer through the window. Chris nodded and glanced over to see us staring and waved with a dorky grin. We waved back and a few moments later he was headed back inside.

“Hey love bug? I hate to cut our dinner short but I have to go help my parents with something that needs to be done tonight. Do you mind catching a ride with Rick?” He asked.

“Nom not at all.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth before leaving and I turned back to the guitarist. “That was weird right?”

“I’m sure its nothing. You know how much he loves his family.” We packed up the rest of our food and walked back to where Ricks car was. He opened the door for me and then walked around to the driver’s side. “Just back to your apartment?”

“Sure. I don’t mind. Do you want to hang out for a bit? I’ve missed you Rick.” I murmured. He glanced over to me with a soft smile and took my hand in his, resting them on my lap.

“I’ve missed you too.” We pulled up to my place a few minutes later and got out to go inside. He took my hand as we walked up to the door and only let go when I needed to unlock it but kept his hands on my waist. Once inside I went to go to the kitchen to get drinks while Rick went into the living room and started flicking through Netflix to find a movie. I brought two Gatorade bottles into the room and set them on the coffee table.

“I’m so glad you had fun on tour.” I said as I made myself comfortable in the corner of the couch. He settled on some post-apocalyptic movie and sat next to me on the couch. “You and your apocalypse movies.” I shook my head.

“Do you have a problem with it?” He teased playfully, moving into my space and grabbing my sides. His fingers twitched and I immediately jerked.

“Rick, don’t.” I stuttered.

“Then answer my question.” His fingers moved again and I let out a squeak, jumping in his arms.

“No! No, I don’t.” I exclaimed. He was hovered over me now and was staring down at me.

“Good.” He grinned, loosening his grip, but not moving off of me. “Casey?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” My jaw dropped but I nodded. I moved my arms up and laced my fingers behind his neck, pulling him down until our bodies were pressed together and our mouths danced in harmony. His lips were soft and gentle as they sucked mine in between his, working his tongue past my lips to brush against mine. The movie was forgotten as his grip on my sides tightened once more. “Woah.” He huffed as he pulled back a little. His pupils were almost fully dilated, the grey ring barely visible around the black void. Once his breathing had leveled he leaned down and gave me one more kiss. “Can I take you on a date?”

“O-ok.” I nodded. I had wanted that for so long so finally getting the chance made my heart want to explode out of my chest. The beaming smile that I got from him made it so worth it too. He rolled us around so we were cuddled on the couch and we focused back on the movie that was rolling in the background.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | twenty two

If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

“Welcome to LA.” I just smirked as Matt met me outside of the venue in LA. He offered to take my suitcase and I didn’t argue with him. He did throw a few smarts remarks about how heavy it was, causing me to tell him to go fuck himself a couple times. My flight got delayed so I made it just in time to meet the guys at the venue. He lead the way over to Noah’s car so I could put my suitcase away, I wasn’t expecting him to drive here, but I guess he didn’t live too far. I felt a little chuckle escape me though…this man drives a Subaru WRX? “What’s so funny?” “This is not what I expected him to drive.” “I know it’s a total fuckboy car, but he loves it.” Matt replied as he put my suitcase in the trunk. It was a nice car, it was white with some upgrades. He took good care of it, I’ll give him that. 

Butterflies started to attack my body as I realized I would finally get to see Noah again. Matt guided me into the green room where the boys were. I didn’t see Noah at first, but as my eyes scanned to the couch, I saw him. My heart thundered in my chest as his midnight eyes met mine, a huge smile appeared on his face as he ran over to me. He scooped me into his arms, pressing his mouth to mine. My back crashed into the wall as our kiss deepened. I was finally home again. “I’m never leaving you again.” Noah said between kisses. “I missed you so fucking much.” I mind mapped every feature of his face so I’d never forget it again as I brushed his hair out of his face “I missed you too.” “Ellie this time apart has made me realize …” He paused, I could hear how shaky his breath was, it was making me nervous. “What? Noah, what is it?” “I…I love you.” I pressed my mouth to his as relief washed over me, it made me happy to know he felt the same about me. “I love you too, Noah.” “Sorry to interrupt, but we gotta go.” Jolly said, as he walked out the door with the rest of the band. “I’ll see you after, I love you.” He beamed, giving me another kiss. “Give em Hell, kid.” “Ready?” I turned my head and saw Matt there. He grabbed my hand and led me out into the crowd towards his sound booth. I was a little reluctant to hold his hand but I felt like him and Noah had some unspoken rule where little things like this was okay. Besides, I was over my five minute crush I had on him. I sat down in my spot and waited for the show to start. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I felt like someone was starting at me. Turning my head, I looked over and saw a group of girls gossiping to each other before looking back over in my direction with disgust. I tried to shake it off but I felt uncomfortable.

“You okay?” “Those girls beside us, they keep looking over at me and laughing.” Matt smacked his lips together, clearly not amused. He leaned over his equipment and I had no idea what his next move was, “keep dreaming, you’ll never get to sit where she is, got it?” The girls gave him a blank stare before moving to a different spot. I sat there completely baffled at how he just changed their attitudes in a heartbeat. He was so assertive and knew how to get his point across, “thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He muses as he makes some final adjustments on his gear. “I can get anyone I want kicked out of here if needed. No one fucks with my friends like that and gets away with it.” The show was definitely the best of the whole tour. It was getting live-streamed so they really gave it their all for every song. Matt did an incredible job and everyone sounded so fucking good. My heart wanted to melt every time I saw Noah start singing. I couldn’t believe he was mine, and that he loved me as much as I loved him. “You were incredible!” I met up with Noah backstage and gave him the biggest kiss the second I could. I didn’t care if he was all sweaty from the show, I was so excited to see him. “Thanks baby.” His voice sounded a little hoarse, but I wasn’t surprised. “I’m gonna shower and we can get out of here. I have plans for us.” “Plans?” “It’s super low-key, but yes.” He smirked before walking into the dressing room. After Noah was ready to go, we snuck out the side and quickly made it towards his car. I had that same unnerving feeling from before and I looked around me and saw the same group of girls, this time the group was bigger. This time they were near the tourbuses waiting for god knows what, they had their phones pointed towards me, making my stomach turn. I clutched onto Noah’s hand tighter and kept my head low. “Wow first she’s with Matt and now Noah? What a slut.” Slut. Wow. “Noah, just keep going, please.” I replied, my eyes flooded with tears. He opened my car door for me, not before sending a death glare in the girls direction. As my door shut the tears poured out of me and they wouldn’t stop. I don’t blame them for wanting him, but why was that my crime? When Noah got into the car, he was on the phone, I heard Matt’s voice on the other end. “Wait, they bothered her earlier? Get rid of them please.” Noah hung up his phone, letting out a deep sigh as he looked over at me. “Ellie I am so sorry.” I brought my knees up to my chest, trying to hold back the rest of my tears. “It’s okay.” “It’s not though. Slut is an ugly word and that doesn’t describe a single bone in your body. They’re just jealous.” “Does this happen a lot?” I asked him, when I looked over at him he looked upset and angry at the same time. His protection over me was one of the reasons I loved him so much. “Unfortunately, I wish there was a way I could stop it but it’s just getting worse. You don’t deserve it.” He sighed. I could tell this was new territory for him, with the band getting more popular, more fans and more jealously came with it. “Honestly, if that’s the word they want to use to describe me, then that’s fine.” Noah’s eyebrows raised as he tried to analyze what I just said, “I don’t follow…” “Think about it Noah. I’m in a relationship with you, any girl would kill to be in my position, but too fucking bad for them. You chose to love me, not them. Getting called that word is a small price to pay for our relationship.”

“Fuck I love your perspective on things.” Noah replied, rubbing my tear soaked cheek. “Let’s go home, shall we?” “Home?” “This place is just as much your home as it’s mine, El.” He leaned over to kiss me, but his phone buzzed, “Matt got security to get rid of them. I don’t think we’ll be seeing them for a while.” “Good.” I smirked as he kissed my cheek. He turned his car on and the sounds of The 1975 filled the speakers. A wave of happiness filled my body as he turned onto the highway and drove towards the Californian sunset. This place was so beautiful, it reminded me of Vancouver but with less skyscrapers and palm trees. Noah turned my attention back to him as he grabbed onto my thigh as the wind blew through my hair. Something was telling me tonight was going to be special.