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dmercer91 · 3 months

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harls hcs?

misc. headcanons, th55

i could kiss you on the mouth right now anon you have no idea (18+ towards the end) (after a whole bunch of straight sappiness?? who am i)

he’s a horrible flirt but he’s even worse at hiding his feelings

so what you’re met with is an odd mix of him avoiding you and staring at you from afar, and him trying to smooth talk and ending up,, nowhere near that

eventually he does get tipsy enough to be able to get a word out without sounding like an idiot

once he’s sure that you’re into him the flirting capabilities go from zero to a hundred

to the point where he’s laying it on so thick you end up a little confused at if he wants to go out with you or just get you into bed

and you start to take a tone with him cause you did genuinely like him but now he’s coming off fuckboyish

you can visibly see the colour drain from his face

‘i sense i’ve fucked up somehow’

‘i’m not interested in hookups, harley.’

‘what? no! i don’t wanna fuck you? well, i mean i do- but, like, cause you’re my girlfriend! not yet, anyways but, like if-‘

‘tom. stop talking’

maybe you were a little bit of a good girl in school so there’s not a whole lot you’ve experienced

and he likes to tease about it

but he secretly loves being able to teach you about things

things that are so mundane to him that he just .. does them and then gets a good chuckle out of seeing your face

taking shots, telling you how it’s better if you don’t breathe before the chaser, smiling from ear to ear and giggling as he kisses your nose cause the face you made was just too cute

sharing a cigarette or a joint and him scrunching his face when you don’t actually inhale anything

‘why are you looking at me like that :(‘ ‘you. oh, my god. you need to, like, breathe it in, baby’

maybe you’d never learnt to drive and so he starts hard easy and has you drive on the highway. immediately.

discovering that you listen to the radio only and getting so offended that he makes you a playlist and then gets all flushed and fluttery when you actually listen to it and like his music

going to bars and hearing songs from that playlist and teaching you to dance like a dumb college girl rather than a tween at middle school grad

letting you feel like you actually can be a dumb college girl, letting you find your own way of living after being suffocated by expectations for so long

fully supporting you when you decide that maybe the major that was basically chosen for you isn’t right anymore and you want to go into something else

him noticing that you’ve purged your closet of your old style and are finding pieces that feel like you, and buying things he sees on roadies he thinks would fit that style

showing you the guilty pleasure of junk food and fast food

seeing your eyes light up the first time you have a fast food burger while you mutter through the food that it’s so good

laughing at you as you try and shove what’s essentially the entire container of fries into your mouth

watching as you try eight million new hobbies and helping you get things for each and every one of them until you find one that makes your face light up the way hockey has for him

showing you old movies you never got to watch as a kid and falling in love with your laugh

coming back from roadies to see you wide awake binging a tv show that came out in like, 2010 but you’re obsessed

and you wanted to stay up for him so you could see him after so long

‘you’re a nerd.’

‘this is addicting, tom, i don’t know what you want from me’

taking you to new places and watching the pure shock on your face at everything you never got to see while he’s hugging you from behind and staring at you

talking about ‘so pretty, hm?’ but he means something completely different

your personality growing more confident and your attitude growing tenfold but he’s never been so glad for anything

maybe that lack of experience extends to boys

and kisses and first times

so the first time you just really want to kiss him you ask him how to do it

and he’s horrid at explaining, so he tells you to just do it, and you don’t accept that as any reasonable response

‘no, explain it to me’

so he licks his lips and goes ‘kay, i’m gonna put my bottom lip here-’ while brushing his thumb along the underside of your top lip

‘n’ you’re gonna take it between yours, and kiss me’ and you kiss his thumb where it is on your lip and he nearly dies

but to pretend hes eeping any semblance of his shit together be hums and goes ‘yeah, baby. like that’

king of body worship

especially during the period where you’re not quite ready for a lot

but you’re okay with him taking clothes off and loving on you

so he does just that

kissing all over you and mumbling about how pretty every part of you is spending some extra time by your tummy and thighs to try and coax you into thinking about how they’re perfect

tracing his fingers and kissing along your bra until one day you’re whispering about how you want him to take it off

and his fingers on the clasp have your heart racing and the noise he makes when he gets to look at you makes your thigh twitch

he pays such good attention to them and your fingers are curled into his hair and every time your breath hitches or you moan faintly he’s responding with a hum or a groan or by nipping

maybe one day you’re in his lap and he’s kissing at your neck and your head loses a battle to your hips and they start moving

and he picks you up and sets you so his thigh is between your legs, not even blinking at the feeling of you grinding

‘sorry, tommy. m’ sorry’

and he’s worried at what you mean, so, ‘d’ you want me to stop, baby?’

‘no, no. i didn’t mean to move like that, m’ sorry for bein’ a tease’

‘did you like the way it felt?’

‘.. yeah. but i don’t want to go all the way, and i feel like im-‘

‘there has not been a single time you’ve been on me like this and i haven’t had to fix myself up. you do whatever you want, honey. and we stop when you want to stop.’

you giggled ‘really?’ ‘mh. you’re.. so hot, kissing pretty girls gives me a boner’ he smirked, kissing your cheek

‘think i’m pretty?’ ‘the prettiest. just f’ me’

‘mh. can i keep.. doing that?’ ‘yeah, baby. course you can’

the first time you suck him off he’s trying so hard to be gentle but you’re actually teasing this time

not on purpose, but he can’t handle it and his hips keep jolting

cause you’re not entirely sure what to do with yourself, so you settle for kissing him, sucking on the tip a little, looking up at him for guidance

he can’t

just cannot deal

‘need you to help me, tommy,’ you try, but he can only respond by squirming

‘just- how bout you just open up, n’ you can tap out if i’m being too rough, okay?’ and he grabs your hair and you nod

and the second he feels your mouth around him he’s a goner

and for someone who was worried about being too rough, he’s being so gentle

cause he pushes down so slow, n’ moves his hips up just barely

and with the way you’re staring at him and just,, letting drool fall down your chin, on top of how long it’s been since he’s been touched, he’s not lasting very long

‘you’re so fuck- oh baby, your mouth is so perfect, you’re so perfect f’ me’

he’s about to tell you he loves you, real talk.

he holds back just enough

for your first time, he can see how nervous you are and he knows it’s just gonna make everything worse

‘need you to relax for me, baby. can you do that?’

‘can you distract me?’ ‘baby i need to tell you when i-‘ ‘i trust you, tommy, please? gotta get my mind off it’

and reluctantly, he starts kissing you and waiting for your fingers to tangle into his hair and for you to go lax under him

and when he pushes into you, he makes one slow, deep thrust that has you pulling your mouth away and digging your nails into his shoulder

‘s’ that okay? m i hurting you?’

and you shake your head ‘just stings a little, feels… like pressure. you can move,’

and he does, tucking his head into her neck and trying to keep quiet

‘does it.. feel good, for you?’ you mumble, your worry blocking you from enjoying yourself

‘god, baby, you feel like f- nh, you feel like heaven,’

and your stomach twists and your walls flutter ‘really?’

‘f-fuck you can’t, baby, need you to relax for me,’ cause you’ve tensed back up and you’re squeezing him so tight

‘there we go, that’s it. s’at feel good?’ and his fingers combing through your hair have your eyes fluttering shut to focus on the feeling

and you mewl from feeling how deep he is, how stretched you feel

‘tommy-‘ you gasp, and he smiles, chuckles a little bit

‘feel so full, it’s so good, you’re so good’ you whined, the nails dug into his shoulder scratching down his back and earning a moan

‘good, baby, that’s good,’ and he needs to think about literally anything else so he can make sure you finish first

his fingers on your clit have your body on fire

you squeeze him out of pleasure this time and he can barely breathe

and he knows you’re so close

and when you flutter around him and start to fall apart under him, your eyes tearing and your nails deeper into his skin, he can barely muster up the ability to ask where you want him

and he comes on your tummy and you feel so sticky and warm and sated, that he’s chuckling and reminding you he needs to clean you up while you’re trying to pull him down to hold you

‘i know, baby. i know, lemme take care of you,’

#e’s headcanons !#e goes a little feral #thomas harley #thomas harley x reader #thomas harley smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #ohhhhhh my god #thomas harley the man i am making up and saying you are

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marie-swriting · 1 year

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Lose This With You - Katherine Pierce

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Summary : you're in a relationship with Katherine but she's always starting fights with you even though you could have something beautiful.

Warnings : reader is a vampire, arguing, mention of Katherine's traumas, angst, good ending, consumming alcohol (be careful with your alcohol consumption), maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language so tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2k

French version

Song inspiration : Afterglow by Taylor Swift

“Oh my God, I’m so sick of arguing with you. I just feel like I’m talking to a brick wall every time.” you exclaim, massaging your temples.

“So you think I’m the only one in the wrong in this situation ?” Katherine retorts dryly.

“I’ve never said that ! I’m sure I’m also wrong as well but it doesn’t mean you can accuse me of things I didn’t do ! Could we, for once, talk about it calmly ? The only thing we do is yell at each other then act as if nothing happened. We never solve the problem.”

“But I’ve been talking since the beginning.”

“No, since the beginning, you’ve been shouting and throwing accusations at my face, it’s different. At least, listen to what I have to say.” you beg, Katherine shakes her head.

“I don’t wanna listen to you.”

“Katherine-” you sigh, though she cuts you off.

“No ! Actually, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Leave.” she orders, emotionless.

“Really ? You don’t even want to try to sort this out ?” you ask, exasperated.

“There’s nothing to sort out. I don’t even know why I decided to get with you in the first place. I don’t even care about you.”

As soon as you hear Katherine pronounce these words, your heart tightens in your chest and you look down. Your eyes stings but you don’t let a tear roll down your cheek. You don’t want to show her she’s hurt you, though she doesn’t need to see your face to know it. Your shoulders down are enough. Even if a part of Katherine wants to take back what she just said, her anger is stronger so she keeps talking, twisting the knife in your chest.

“So leave, I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“Very well,” you start after taking a deep breath and looking up to her, “but don’t come back to me crying when you’ll realise you’ve fucked it up.”

“It won’t happen.”

“Perfect, then !”

You keep your gaze on Katherine for a few seconds before leaving your shared apartment. You slam the door and Katherine holds back her tears when she’s confronted by the silence. Your breath is heavy whilst you start crying. You wipe your tears with anger before going to the Salvatores’.

Your friendship with the two brothers is, additionally, often the object of your arguments between you and Katherine, your last altercation is no exception. You were supposed to meet them for a few hours and when she learned about it, Katherine started to scream at you while you were confused about the reasons behind her annoyance. Sure, you know they’re not the best of friends, but the tension between the three of them is not like it used to be. Furthermore, you've been friends with Stefan and Damon longer than you know Katherine. You had met them when they had just been turned into vampires. You had tried to help them thanks to your two hundred years experience as a vampire. Therefore, your friendship with the two men is important for you. As for Katherine, you met her only a few years ago and your relationship is even newer. Notwithstanding, the love you have for Katherine is just as important. For the first time in your long life, you feel like you’ve discovered the real meaning of ‘love’, however your numerous fights are slowly ruining everything. Generally, you never give up that easily when a conflict erupts. You tried giving her space and coming back to her later and even leaving her alone until she’s calmed enough to settle everything, yet there’s nothing to do. As soon as a tough time is behind you, she finds you a new flaw.

Over time, you got used to the disputes. You’ve already said awful things to each other, you’ve already stayed several days without talking until you make the first step. Yet, you’re more and more tired of this situation and knowing she doesn’t want to see you anymore doesn’t help to save your relationship. The more time goes by, the more you tell yourself it’s destined to fail. You can’t spend forever arguing. It’s not what you want. So you decide to give up. You tried but she doesn’t want to make an effort so what’s the point of trying so hard ?

Once you’re at Stefan and Damon’s, you pour yourself a glass of Bourbon before greeting them. They instantly understand what happened. Damon doesn’t even react when he sees you pouring another glass. He knows his bottle is doomed for the night, this one and the next one he has in stock.

While you explain to them your last fight, Katherine hasn’t moved yet. She’s still in the middle of your living room, overwhelmed by her emotions. This time, she tells herself she probably took things too far. Deep down, she’s aware she’s the reason behind all of your problems in your relationship, even if she refuses to admit it to you. The look on your face when she implied she never cared about you is still engraved in her mind. She hates seeing you in pain and yet, she feels like she’s almost always the cause of it. Well, it’s not just a feeling, she knows she is. And she hates herself for it. Katherine doesn’t understand why she persists to destroy your relationship. You do everything to make it work. You love her, more than you should, according to her, and she loves you. You give your all for her and in return, she only gives you back baseless accusations.

Katherine lets a small sob leave her lips before breaking down. Just like you, Katherine is tired of this situation. But above all, she doesn’t want to lose you. However, with what she told you and the way you left, she thinks it’s already too late. She keeps crying the whole night, mad at herself for everything she put you through. Katherine wishes to erase what she said, start all over again, however it’s not possible. She knows you guys have the potential to be something beautiful, if she wouldn’t let her fears speak. At first, Katherine is desperate, certain she has destroyed everything, then she tells herself she might have a small chance to fix your relationship if, for the first time in her life, she doesn’t run away. Determined, but scared nonetheless, Katherine leaves your apartment to find you. She doesn’t have to think to know you’re at the mansion. You always go to them after a fight. Katherine only hopes they won’t close the door to her face and you’ll like to listen to her.

You wake up when you feel someone shaking you. When you open your eyes, you see Stefan in front of you. Without a word, he points at something behind him and you notice Katherine on the doorstep, looking at you with an awkward and sorry expression on her face. You sigh loudly before meeting her. You cross your arms on your chest to show your annoyance.

“May we talk ?” she enquiries with a small voice.

“I don’t know, you told me you didn’t want to do it anymore yesterday.” you retort, drily.

“Please. It’ll only take a few minutes. I really need to talk to you.”

When you see her pleading look, you decide to do it, not without rolling your eyes at your incapacity to go up against her.

“Alright, but not here, I don’t want any prying ears.”

Katherine steps aside to let you walk out of the mansion whilst you close the door behind you. You both walk in the forest nearby.

On top of being silent, with your stance, we can tell you’re on the defensive, ready to attack if Katherine says something wrong. This doesn’t help Katherine to muster up her courage, but she knows she needs to do it. She needs to talk to you. She’s ruined everything, so she has to be the one to do the right thing.

“I am sorry.” Katherine starts, looking you in the eyes.

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t mean anything if you don’t fix your behaviour.”

“I am deeply sorry. Not only for yesterday, but also for all the other times. You’re right, we never talk. Or more precisely, I never allow us to communicate.”, she admits, surprising you, “Everytime we finish arguing or rather when I finish screaming, I act as if nothing happened, I don’t take responsibility for my mistakes and it’s not the thing to do. Besides, I know I’ve been hurting you since the beginning of our relationship. I’m always searching for every unpleasant vice to use against you, I do everything to push you away and I think this time, I’ve succeeded, but it’s not what I want. I care about you, more than you know. I don’t know why I always have to break what I love so much. I want to stop ruining our relationship, I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“It’s all well and good what you’re saying, but how can I be sure those aren’t empty promises ?”

“Yesterday, when you left, I realised I’m destroying our relationship and I want it to stop. It’s just, I’m not used to having a bit of happiness so whenever I do, I’m afraid to lose it. I always lose everything, since the day my daughter was taken away from me and I’m scared you’re going to give up on me or you’ll end up hurting me, so I prefer to attack first. I know it’s not an excuse, I shouldn’t put my fears and my traumas on you, it’s not fair. You deserve that I treat you as well as you do. I don’t want to keep hurting you. I love you and I don’t want to lose this with you.”, Katherine continues as she waves between you two, “If it’s not too late, I’d like to have one last chance to prove to you I can be better. And for that, I need to apologise first. I am sorry that I hurt you. And I am sorry for always avoiding conversations, for giving you the silent treatment when you tried to talk to me, but above all, I am sorry to not allow myself to trust you while you do everything for me. I’m to blame and I’m taking responsibility for all my faults now. If I have already destroyed everything, you can tell me. However, I hope I’m still yours like you’re still mine and I hope you can tell me we’ll be alright, even when I lose my mind and, despite all the times I broke your heart, I’m still all you want. If it’s not the case, I’ll understand. I didn’t do anything to avoid this situation.” she states with teary eyes.

“First of all, I appreciate seeing you come to me and I’m glad you’ve realised a few things. I want to believe you really want to change, but how can I know it’s true ? How can I know, two weeks from now, we won’t be at each other’s throat again like we’ve been doing since the beginning ?” you ask, sceptical, “I don’t want to stay in a relationship where we slowly kill each other.”

“I promise you, from now on, I want to and I will make an effort. I love you too much to see you go.” she says, taking your hands, “Yesterday was enough to make me realise I won’t be able to live without you. Give me one last chance and if I keep blowing things out of proportion, still blame you for things that aren’t true, I’ll let you go. But I believe this love is worth the fight and I want to do it now.”

When you hear her determined tone, you can’t help but admit with this discussion, Katherine just proved to you she’s genuine in her promise. She really wants to make an effort for you, for the both of you. A part of you still fears it’s only a temporary promise yet you want to believe in Katherine, you want to believe she really wants to try with you.

“I can’t deny, you seem sincere. For the first time in our relationship, we’re talking and I’m happy about it. I don’t want to lose this with you either. I’d like to try one last time.” you smile, stroking her cheek.

“You won’t regret it, I promise.”

And you never did.

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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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Omg I loved how you played out my req so well! I liked how instead of R or Hobie's POV, It was Yuri's instead. It's a pleasant change, and I like how we got to see inside the thoughts of one of Hobie's bandmates ever since the apocalypse happened! Overall, I loved it:) Daily Hobie HC! Band AU time cus we havent had that in a hot minute! After every practice that you both have with the others, Hobie practically teleports into the kitchen, immediately putting on the kettle to make you some honey lemon tea to soothe your throat and make sure you still have your lovely singing voice. As you two settle down, he practically goes limp in your arms, allowing you to do whatever you want to him while he enjoys the warmth of your fingers massaging his hands, relieving him of cramps. With his head on your lap, your fingers working expertly on his muscles and a tea with the perfect ratio of honey and lemon (somehow Hobie gets it every time), it's usually a peaceful hour or two after practice...and depending how late you both got home, usually followed up by some teasing. However, if you're unlucky due to whatever circumstance (hobie's probably temporarily died then if you cant have your honey lemon tea from him) If you talk to him with a sore throat/lost voice, he'll tease the living shit out of you and be so gentle at the same time. Hobie will lean slightly into you, tilting his head towards you so he's able to hear what you're trying to say to him better. Even if he gets hand cramps during practice, with how hard he's playing the damn guitar, the others are quite surprised how fast you're willing to abandon the mic (without dropping it) to tend to him. Even Hobie's surprised, trying to usher you back so they can continue, yet he can't deny how nice it feels as your fingers work nimbly and quickly at his hand, the warmth easing the cramps. I bet as much as you both would want to deny it, Hobie knows there's so way possible that you two, multiple times during band practice, will try to be louder than the other. It's a common occurrence to be told to 'shut up and stop riling the other one up'...but Hobie just can't help it. He wants to see how far you both can push yourselves, even if it pisses off Ned. If he can, Hobie absolutely adores seeing you sing. If he hears any sort of song coming from you, whether it'd be something he'd listen to or not, he'd nonchalantly just lean against whatever he can that's out of your vision, listening until you've stopped and finally acknowledged him. When Hobie realizes that you're humming one of the band's songs, he'll grab his guitar and quietly strum to it, slowly increasing in volume until you notice. Every time he's done this, it ends up being a mini concert in the boathouse. Imagine in the Billie and Ramona AU too- For example, you'd be singing one of your favourite songs from the band to them, their legs swinging to and fro as they sat on the counter, watching you make hot chocolate. If Hobie is lucky to be able to catch you doing so, he'll immediately begin boasting about you to his daughters, exclaiming how you used to be in the exact same band as Aunty Yuri, watching as their eyes sparkle and your eyes roll with a flustered look on your face. (I bet Yuri's the favourite of Billie and Ramona you cant tell me otherwise) Also I have recently discovered the band South Arcade and I LOVE their songs??? Some songs I'd recommend (if you wanna listen to them) are Riptide, Silverlight, Nepo Baby and New Fever Why? Because I adore those songs specifically and they are SO GOOD -🐦‍⬛

Thank you, angel!! I loved writing it ❤️

Daily Hobie HC!! 🎉

Hobie after band practice so he could make you some tea:

Yuri: where-?! How?!!

The image of r cuddling with a mug of tea while they're massaging Hobie's hands and him falling asleep on their lap has me all giggly 🥺🥺🥺 so cute!!! I would love to massage his hands 🥴

Yeees!! Little impromptu concerts inside the houseboat! Gasp! With Billie and Ramona too!!!

Oh absolutely, yuri is def their favourite (uncle ned hates that one fact!) Billie and Mona are now their momma's number 1 fan!!

I'll give them a listen! Im currently into chappell roan and her voice is so heavenly 😍

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #🐦‍⬛ anon #🫶🫶🫶#song rec #ly

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shefanispeculator · 1 year

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For every new star on the recording scene, there is at least one unheralded industry drone without whom that star might never have shone. In the case of Blake Shelton, who is about to receive his well-deserved Hollywood Walk of Fame star after more than two decades as one of country music’s best, there are probably more like a dozen heroes who made Blake’s incredible career possible.

One of those heroes is your humble Nashville correspondent, me. No, that’s the truth. Once or twice in your life the impossible hits you between the eyes and you need to be prepared if you want to turn it into pure sunshine before the inevitable eclipse drifts in.

One day in 1995 or 1996 I got a call from Jim Sharpe, then publisher of American Songwriter magazine. He had found this big kid from Oklahoma, best singer he’d ever heard, would I like to come by the office to hear him sing? “Why?” I asked. You see, I was trying to dodge what the gods were hurling at me. I was done with the music business. I would just be a waste of this kid’s time.

But a week or two later found me in Sharpe’s office shaking hands with this kid, six-foot-four, great looking, with a big, black cowboy hat, big black Takamine guitar, a voice so huge it shook the walls of Sharpe’s office, and a laugh to match.

I was hooked, and soon we were writing songs together every Tuesday.

But nothing further happened until a couple from California hired me to run their music publishing company. We signed Shelton to a publishing deal. And then nothing more happened. I learned that he’d already been turned down by labels all over Music Row, talent be damned.

Now comes the big twist in the story.

I’m not the hero, after all. The hero is a guy I’m about to call. Bobby Braddock has written or co-written many of country music’s biggest hits, including “He Stopped Loving Her Today,” “I Wanna Talk About Me,” “People Are Crazy,” “Golden Ring,” “Time Marches On” and “D-I-V-O-R-C-E.” He also produces terrific demos and he’s always wanted to produce records.

The call goes like this:

“Hello, Homer (his phone name is Homer, and mine is Jethro). I’ve got something I want you to hear.” I’m holding an old microcassette tape recorder in my right hand, and a telephone receiver in my left. This phone call is high-tech. I push the recorder flush against my telephone mouthpiece and press the start button. Homer listens to Blake sing for a little more than two minutes. When the tape has finished playing, Bobby speaks.

“The song is OK, but who’s that singer?”

“He’s 20 years old and we signed him a couple of months ago,” I reply.

“He sounds like a young Hank Jr. Can I meet him?”

The three of us met at Braddock’s house and Braddock and Shelton hit it off immediately. Braddock agreed to produce Shelton, and Braddock persuaded his publishing company, Sony/ATV Music, to pay for the session. That’s a big deal, to get a producer and publisher to put time and money into a session. But the hard part is not cutting the session — it’s getting a record company to love the session and sign the artist.

Armed with the fresh recording, Braddock hit the pavement. One label at a time. Fortunately, in 1998, there were still a lot of record labels left in Nashville.

“I took Blake’s CD all over town,” says Braddock. “RCA showed some interest, but they passed. Arista Records showed enough interest to request a showcase, and we gave it to them, then they passed. I was running out of record labels. The last label I went to was Giant Records, an affiliate of Warner Bros. Doug Johnson listened hard. And he said yes.”

Now life got tougher. Braddock produced an album by Shelton. Virtually everybody at the label loved it. Braddock, Shelton and a whole lot of other people waited for the album to be released. And they waited. People wondered why they waited.

Then Debbie Zavitson, a stalwart of Giant Records’ A&R department, received a CD from publisher Jana Talbot of a special song called “Austin,” written by David Kent and Kirsti Manna. Braddock, Shelton and a handful of great session players went to Sound Stage recording studio on Music Circle South and cut “Austin” and two other songs. Braddock recalls that the label had picked another song for the first single, but he had sent copies of the session to several friends and they felt that “Austin” was the hit. He took this new information from “the people,” and, he says, convinced the label to go with “Austin” instead. Then they waited, and while they waited, rumors circulated that Giant Records might soon be closing down.

“It took Giant three years to put out Blake’s record,” says Braddock, his brow furrowed in puzzlement over the memory. “And it never would have gotten out at all, if it hadn’t been for Fritz Kuhlman!”

Braddock would later refer to Kuhlman as “the promotion man who committed mutiny.” Kuhlman had heard the rumors about Giant, and while he was not a powerful executive at the label, he did have the ability to send out copies of “Austin” to country radio stations all over the country. And that’s just what he did, because he believed in “Austin.”

Stations began to play “Austin,” but Giant closed its doors anyway. By this time it didn’t matter. “Austin” was hot with or without a label. Giant’s parent company, Warner Bros., picked up the record and ran with it, and thanks to Kuhlman, “Austin” became a multi-week No. 1 country smash.

Country music had a brand new star. Over the next two decades, Shelton would pump out hit after hit, and become a national TV icon on the worldwide hit show “The Voice,” as well as a member of the venerable Grand Ole Opry. I can’t help but think of the many heroes it took to make it happen for Blake Shelton.

Of course there’s Shelton, with all that talent, heart and personality. Then there’s Bobby Braddock, one of Nashville’s greatest songwriters, listening to hundreds of other people’s songs in search of that special one for Shelton. And Braddock in the studio, hour after hour, with some of the world’s best studio musicians, background singers and studio engineers, pursuing the perfect record. Then cruising from label to label, determined to find a yes among all the inevitable no answers. And then there’s me, playing a cassette over the phone to my friend Braddock, who I thought was a genius in a recording studio.

And gutsy Kuhlman, on his own, mailing out CDs on a wing and a prayer.

Lots of other heroes, too, braving the stiff competition: promoters, publicists, A&R people, bookers, roadies, managers — and nobody outside the business knows their names. It took a lot of skill and experience to make a music industry in those days, and I like to think it still does.

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What type of music do you think each Papa would listen to?

Thank you for the ask. And for something to dig my teeth into.

Primo

Good old rock and roll. The classic 60s and 70s such as The Eagles, Queen, The Beetles, and good ol' ACDC. I can see him nodding along to some good rock while gardening and mouthing along to some songs. This is music he listened to in his hay days. He's most definitely the Papa that would strip off his paint and go to a concert without anyone knowing. Certainly the kinda guy that would take mushrooms before hand and watch and listen to The Stones while his face is melting off.

Secondo

Jazz and some swing. Swing is nice and upbeat and good to work out to, and classic low jazz is playing when in his room or office. A kind sister introduced him to Lo-Fi after hearing his complaints about difficulty sleeping, and since discovering it now, he uses it on hard nights to help him fall asleep. Smooth jazz is something I can really see him leaning back in his chair, sipping a drink and bobbing his foot to. Bob Crosby, The Inkspots, and The Pied Pipers. He has a tolerance for club music, but it's not his favorite.

Terzo

Terzo is a mix of everything to try and stay young and 'hip'. Early 2000s. Red Hot Chili Peppers, Gnarls Barkley, Bloodhound Gang, a little bit of Eminem. Music that any millennium would have heard growing up, and that's because, well, he was meant to appeal to the younger demographic. He doesn't like it. His guilty pleasure is orchestral. That's right, he's the Papa that likes Beethoven and Mozart. However, he is more of a fan of those that slid under the sidelines like Erik Satie and Muzio Clementi. He likes to put them on for any reason but listens to a lot more of the upbeat when he cooks. Rest assured, though his favorite of the lot is Debussy.

Copia

Disco. This man has a bright blue sequin disco jacket. ABBA, Red Bone, Michael Jackson. He will pop that hip, grab his crotch and dance the night away to these hit artists. He will sing their songs in the hallway and doesn't give a damn who hears and judges him. Catch him humming Dancing Queen every moment of the day. And Copia, knows how to dance, to Disco anyway, and everything else he has two left feet. However, he also says 'y'all' a lot when referencing his fans, so I think spending so much time in the states might have distilled a small like of country in him. I can only hope it's less 'I love my gun, my truck, and my dog', county and more of 'my husband's cheating on me and I'm going to beat him to death with this tire iron after I cut his break lines', country.

Regardless

They are a metal band, of course they like metal. They appreciate old metal, they like new metal. Heavy metal, soft metal, Baby Metal. They are very supportive of new and up and coming artists as well as fans of the oldies. As Copia has gone to show us with Def Leppard, they would jump at the opportunity to collaborate with another metal band because it's fun! They enjoy what they do and wanna share that with anyone who shares the enthusiasm. So yes, while I headcanon that the Papa's have a diverse taste in music I also extremely headcanon that they love listening to their friends.

#papa emeritus #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #primo #secondo #terzo #copia #cardinal copia #my personal heacanons #dee writes #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band #i wasn't just doing that to make a pun with terzo #he's really does like debussy #dee answers

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Do you recommend any songs?

🎶

ANONNNN i'm so so so happy you ask me this (also im sorry it's taking me so long to answer yours asks, i just really wanna take my time listening to every song you send me <333)

now MY song recs!!! (tbh i've been waiting for someone to ask me for song recs, so thank you for this and also i'm so so soooo sorry bc i'm about to become the most annoying person to ever exist <333)

under the cut so im not annoying for the ppl who don't care <33

FIRST OF ALL, I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THIS BAND CALLED INHALER??? (the lead singer is bono's son)

my favorite songs from them are

if you're gonna break my heart : this song is so good???? idk why i love it so much but something about the lyric 'if you're gonna break my heart, smash it to pieces bc I'm not gonna need it as much as i do right now' JUST BREAKS ME IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF WAYS, y'know??

my honest face

ice cream sundae

and !!! if you end up liking them, i have a playlist with all their songs right here

i'm also getting REALLY into maisie peters music???

my favorite songs from her are

history of man : I'M SORRY BUT THE LYRIC WOMEN'S HEARTS ARE LETHALS WEAPONS DID YOU HOLD MINE AND FEEL THREATENED HAUNTS ME. LIKE??? GUTTED. and also also!!! this song is so beautiful lyrically speaking and i cannot shut up about it. like, it changed me as a person. it changed my brain chemestry.

run

coming of age: the lyric "baby i'm the iliad of course you couldn't read me" MAKES ME CRACKLE EVERY TIME. KSJSKSJ ICONIC.

neck of the woods

the party (such a buddie song)

helicopter (THE BUDDIEST OF SONGS. THIS WAS GHOST WRITTEN BY EDDIE DIAZ AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND)

funeral

i also love boygenius and i really recommend

not strong enough

AND THIS SING I RANDOMLY DISCOVERED

new york by the kills : it gives me such good vibes??? also idk, i listened to it and got inspired for my buddie rockband au. it's so beautifully daunting and amazing and awesome and cool and i feel like i'm in this grunge kind of bar in new york with my best friends and also strangers listening to a live band when i hear it??? idk if that makes sense.

the lyrics are also so !!!!

ANYTHINGGGGGGG by renee rapp. she's iconic, she's a legend, she is the moment <333

BUT SPECIFICALLY

bruises

just !!!!! PLEASE THE LYRICS ARE SO !!!! i relate to this on a deep personal level. this reaches the darkest corners of my soul.

tattoos

in the kitchen

bruises

too well

bruises

snow angel

did i mention bruises??

literally anything ANYTHING by louis tomlison. that man is soooo underrated. songs like chicago??? angels fly??? saturdays??? DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SATURDAYS.

LIKE THAT SONG LITERALLY HAS THE LYRIC "MY HEART MIGHT BE BROKEN BUT I WON'T BE BROKEN DOWN." LIKE???? WHO COMES UP WITH STUFF LIKE THAT FR FR

what i love about louis is that you can find so much light and positivity in his lyrics and it's literally so comforting??? when i listen to angels fly i feel like i'm being hugged tenderly and softly kissed in my forehead.

so, yeah!! listen to him, please!!! give him a chance!!! i promise you he isn't only one direction. HE'S SO FAR FROM BEING WHAT THEY SHOWED US AS 1D IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. (also he's the reason i discovered inhaler and im soooo grateful)

I ALSO RECOMMEND THE ENTIRETY OF WHEN FACING THE THINGS WE CAN'T TURN AWAY FROM by luke hemmings. THAT ALBUM LITERALLY CHANGED ME AS A PERSON. like. wow.

it deserved so much more than it got???

songs like baby blue?? diamonds??? siagon??? motion??? THEY FUCKING SLAP. THAT SHIT SLAPS SO HARD.

PLACE IN ME???? SLIP AWAY???? FAVESS. ALL TIME FAVESSSS.

just, please listen to him. you won't regret it.

AND !!!!

if you're into indie, folk-y musocy. just watch this video. just. pleaseeeee watch this video. ALL OF IT. the artist is not the most talented or the best vocally but he has SO much passion for his craft and for music and he's soooo wholesome and just!!!!

THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE YOUTUBE VIDEOS EVER AND THERE'S A SONG AT THE END THAT MIGHT NOT BE THE GREATEST HIT BUT IT HAS HEART AND IT'S WARM AND IT'S JUST !!!!! IT'S MUSIC!!! THIS IS WHAT MUSIC IS ABOUT!!! THIS IS WHY MUSIC CAME TO BE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! to share it with the world, to share with each other!! to just dance and feel and aaahhh!! i could write an essay about this video and about this artist in particular, i'm not even kidding.

and anyway, i have way more song recs but u feel you might be regretting asking me for them rn so i'm gonna stop and shut up <333

#we're in my room painting our nails and listening to music #just so you know anon #music anon #🎶anon #song recs #songs songs songs!!#april gets mail 💌

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ahkavia · 1 year

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i don’t rate, i just listen (vol 1)

On the project:

The Lonny Breaux Collection | Frank Ocean | Released April 2011

This project feels like teenage ambition, like when you’re an adult trying to be an adult (for the first time). Excited and impatient. Bright and unscathed. It feels like 2 weeks before a blessed new chapter. Like right after you settle into self. Bliss comes only after that surrender. Frank’s ability to produce this many quality songs lets me know that only time and patience can take me where I wanna be. You can feel his commitment to practice throughout this project. However short or long, you know you gotta keep going. You hear him smashing influences and technicality into his unique sound, his own creation. Though in alphabetic order, the songs feel like an expansion of the one before-not in the sense of storytelling or BPMs, but of a piece that strengthens the project in its entirety. It feels like an eagerness to express himself.

Creatively, this collection is inspiring. As an artist, I scrap so much of my work. I sometimes fear imperfection and end up denying myself an opportunity to see my vision in full actualization. His collaborations with talents like James Fauntleroy are foundational to where r&b/Alt R&B and pop music is today. In looking at where they stand today, I understand the value of connecting with others creatively, I see that our creations are more beautiful when made together. This project displays the vulnerability of Frank’s growth as a writer and as an artist. It's playful and deep, It’s relatable but it feels like an alternate universe, like what may become. You easily recognize the cohesiveness of everyone that collaborated to create these songs.

This project grounds me because you can hear 2011 In this- the grind before the perfect emergence of new tools for expression, with Tumblr gaining strength as a platform in 2013 with 13 million yearly users. This sound and creativity contributed to this greatly. This project feels exactly like the years leading to a refreshing creative scene. It feels like the wave of exploration and training/practicing/work in anticipation of something big. It was transformation, preparation for something I had never experienced. Those times prepared me for where I am now, especially creatively.

project moodboard (all images via pinterest/not mine)

Frank's letter to himself (2011)

On me

The past year has felt like flowing into my sense of self. I learned that you just have to move forward. There are no rules to how fast you move. I met everything I was fighting not to shed, the core of my protecting force. I learned that most of who I am exists outside of me and that a home is a place where you feel most like you. Undeniably, boldly, happily you. I rejected rest to deflect from how deep I needed to go to get over myself. As I discovered my being, the warping of my self-understanding stretched me. I was confused and wounded in so many ways.

Spiritually, I faced truths and redefined love, and gave it up to do the healing work. I couldn’t take what didn’t truly feel like me. Some things came back and some I parted ways with. I chose vulnerability once, and I choose it often now. The pain built my agility. Perseverance mirrored my weathering. I extended patience to myself because I had no choice. My mind was-is- always emulsifying, rest was only met when immense exhaustion and almost never accompanied relaxation. With an eye over my shoulder and a blade in my hand, I was protecting emotions with logic. I failed time and time again until I was certain. There was no half-doing in this. I felt every emotion and I sat in it, I tried and tried again. I gave myself the gift of surrender.

Community is a topic that’s been at the center of my life lately. I had to discover what was stopping me from being who I knew I was despite not feeling it then. The value of those who I experience life with is so much greater than I was allowing myself to embrace. I often felt alone. It wasn’t loneliness but a habit of maintaining distance from those around me. In many rights, it felt like I had no one to guide me- no older siblings, mentors, or sponsors. I didn’t have any close examples of a lifestyle I desired. I had to feel my way through.

While this is true in the tangible sense, I constantly found myself in “lucky” situations where just who or what I needed was right there. Even if I had marched forward through 80% of the work needed to meet a desire, that 20% that came from the assistance of those outside of me was immensely influential, I learned that I need people and that I have the power to nurture an organic and loving community around me. I learned to embrace those around me leaning into those that come in my life and those that leave. I found balance in being present and enjoying what was in front of me. I learned that by denying myself of that experience, I denied myself an experience to truly know myself.

project moodboard (all images via pinterest/not mine)

Frank's letter to himself (2011)

Revisiting The Lonny Breaux Collection took me on a journey of Frank's growth, each chapter documented within his art. It reminds me that everything that is is here because of everything that was. It commemorates the last of an era, with a name change and an undeniably unique sound that would shape his legacy in music.

Themes & tags:

Community

Young Adulthood

Creativity

Personal Transformations

Aquarius

The 11th House

Internet community

Openness

Personal Power

Abundance

Foundation building

Patience

Divine Timing

Personal Development

Ahkavia.

On the series:I don’t rate, I just listen is basically: album reviews/assessments/concepts. detailing my takeaways, likes, commentary etc. may include a mood board for albums that give the feel that I embody when listening ie food, textures, smell, feelings, colors and moments. enjoy! #ahkavia

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totaldramafan-lauri · 1 year

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Please get well soon, oppa....

I-I...I love you, oppa.....Y-your fans love you.....

I-I haven’t even known you for a year, and yet, you’ve been so open and loving that I felt welcomed so quickly......a-and now this happens.....a-and I feel so powerless......I-I wish I could help you the same way you helped me.....

Right now, it’s hard to think straight, and it feels like I’m being crushed.....but that just means that I love you so much, oppa....And that all I want is for you to be happy.....It’s so unfair that this has to happen to you of all people.....it’s so unfair.....

Y-you practically saved me last year.....I-I discovered you, and heard your voice, when I needed you the most.....and I know I’m not the only one....

I was nervous at first, when I realized I was falling for you....I-I’ve always felt unworthy to see and hear you.....I-I haven’t even fully talked about you in detail to anyone yet....I-I’m even embarrassed to say your name on my blog....feeling like I’m not “qualified” to talk about you, as if....you were too perfect for someone like me to perceive....b-but, this whole time, you were just a person, like all of us.....With your own needs, limits, and vulnerabilities, and you were trying so hard not to worry us....

You said you were thinking of this for a while, right? Thank you for opening up.....I-it must’ve been hard to do, right? To take that big step? P-please don’t be afraid of hurting us....You have to think of yourself....Th-this is something you have to do, for your future, for your brothers, for us, and for yourself....And your real fans will understand....

P-please, don’t rush yourself.....please take all the time you need....I-I’m sure my tears will eventually dry, and this pain will dull, when I think of you healing and regaining your strength.....I will try to smile when I think of your smile....I will listen to your songs, and your perfect voice, and feel your love even in your absence.

Th-that way, you’ll never be gone.....You’ll always be here, whenever I need you, like nothing’s changed.....

And hopefully soon, you’ll be back, healthier and stronger than ever....

Take this time to do whatever you wanna do for yourself.....Be happy and free, sleep in, and eat all the cake your heart desires.....! And if you don’t wanna talk, you don’t have to, OK....? We will wait for you, oppa....No matter how long it takes....So, don’t worry about us....We will keep you in our thoughts, and support every step of your journey....

Thank you for taking care of us, being so sweet, and giving us so much....You’re so strong, and so brave....I’ll try to be brave, too.....

I-I can’t wait to hear your voice again in the new songs.....

I-I love you, oppa....

So much.....

I love you so much it hurts, oppa....

Please let our love reach you as you rest.....

You deserve only the best things, oppa....The brightest days, the clearest skies, the most peaceful nights, the prettiest dreams....

I O U

(PS: I-I was there during your last Insta live.....I-I didn’t say anything....I-I was too nervous, cuz you were reading comments, and the thought of you seeing me was so overwhelming.....b-but now, I’m kicking myself.....If I’d known it would be my last chance for a while, I would’ve said something....Next time, if I catch you, I’ll try to make up for it....I-I’ll say something....dunno what, but I’ll try....and I’ll use small words, so you can understand, heheh.....^//////^;)

#venting #everythings gonna be ok......#im sorry for the vagueness but i have no choice #i still dont feel ready to share #but god i just really needed to vent #this scared me so badly and now i feel a bit better #no one likes hearing that someone they idolize is suffering and needs a hiatus #(no matter who it is)#so just think of it like that and THATS what this is ok? thats all #i needed to say something #please ignore this if you want #im fine im fine im gonna be fine

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tyongsies · 2 years

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it’s not FAIR bc i literally want a recording diary for every song on this album and they’re not gonna DO IT FOR ME >:( !!!!

#mädch.txt #praying they’ll at least do crashing landing or time lapse …… if we’re lucky designer 😭#every time i listen to the songs i discover something new and i wanna hear them record it FOR EXAMPLE #after that really fast rap sequence in designer from mark and johnny they go back to the chorus and YUTA IS SINGING STUNNING UNDER HARMONIES #and i wanna hear him sing so bad ahhhhh :( i hope they give us more than one recording diary pls pls :(

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hellfirehaley · 2 years

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Strange Love: Chapter Two

AN: Thank you so much for all the love I received last week on chapter one. I tried to punch this out as quickly as possible for yall because I have so many ideas for this story. I just got Halloween costumes finalized for chapter 7 so I hope y’all are ready for that. Please let me know what you think about the story or what your favorite part is or what line really hit you. My inbox is ALWAYS open and if you wanna be on the taglist, just let me know and I’ll add you. Word count: 5705

September 4th, 1985

It had been a few weeks since school started and it was just like last year. It was the first football game of the season in a few days and the entire school was buzzing with Tiger Pride. You, on the other hand, were dealing with pressure from your mom about getting involved and going to the home games with your friends (since they had to attend for band requirements) but all you wanted to do on a Friday night is watch tv, eat junk food with your friends and Norm. What’s the point of watching a team chase after a ball for three hours? The only new change in your school routine was Eddie You guys became buddies in class, exchanging musical notes and giving each other new songs to discover.

School Daze by W.A.S.P was up your alley completely, to the point where you listened to the album four times beginning to end. Eddie, on the other hand, listened to Live Wire six times just because you liked it so much and he could’ve sworn he heard some punk in there just like you had said. He assigned you Black Sabbath’s Paranoid album (which you already owned) so you listened harder and found yourself attracted to the psychedelic metal sound. You assigned Eddie the Road to Ruin album from the Ramones since it was an album you knew from front to back. You were very interested to hear his opinion about something “so not metal.”

Outside of your swapping of musical knowledge, you found yourself saying hi to him every time you saw him in the halls or asking how your day was going in the middle of the day because he was actually curious. He was so different than you expected and you were glad.

He could say the same for you. He expected you to be standoffish or passive but you were so warm and welcoming. You didn’t ignore him in public or pretend he didn’t exist. You treated him like a normal guy, not the school freak. He couldn’t remember the last time someone did that for him besides his close friends.

It was sixth period and O’Donnell was droning on about the reading she did of some sonnets but your mind was elsewhere. Your brain was on last period’s photo assignment. You had to find an interesting subject/ model you hadn’t used before and that alone scared you since you were already a pretty diverse artist who usually did naturescapes, still life and manmade photography. You had a few portraits under your belt using Ali and Norm as your models but it really wasn’t your forte.

You were deep in thought thinking about concepts when someone threw a note at your desk landing right in front of you. You open it and smile. You could tell it was Eddie’s chicken scratch based on how it matched the font of your peer editor.

You okay? You seem a little sad today :(

You smiled at his concern. It was really sweet how he was checking on you. You wrote your response

I’m fine just working on a photo project. Kind of stressed :/

You folded it back up really tightly and stood it up on your desk, flicked it gently and it landed right in front of Eddie’s doodle. You went back to your work for a few moments, trying to focus on your concept if you ever got a model. You huff aloud, frustrated with yourself. The note found itself back on your desk and you opened it.

Anything I can do to help?

You almost laugh at the universal irony. You need a damn model and here Eddie is asking what he can do to help. You pondered asking him for a moment. You didn’t know him very well yet so it would be weird to ask someone you barely know to help you by being a prop in a project. But on the other hand, this could be an opportunity to get to know him better. Fuck it you thought to yourself as you write out a response.

I need a model. You wouldn’t have any interest would you?

You look up from your note and turn to pass it to Eddie but this time he;s analyzing you, almost like he’s trying to figure out something from your body language. You tilt your head to a side a little, trying to figure him for a second before you hand him the note.

He opened it and you could see his face go from concerned to confused to shocked. He looked up at you wide eyed, a smirk forming along his lips. Oh boy…

“So you think I’m pretty enough to be a model, don’t ya Y/N?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You almost roll your eyes.

“That and I’m desperate. Ali and Robin have band practice and I’m not about to inflate Steve Harrington’s ego,” you say laughing. Eddie started to laugh too at the thought of you trying to get Steve Harrington to actually cooperate during a photo shoot.

“I’ve heard your terms so I gotta ask: what’s in it for me?” Eddie inquired, waving his hands towards himself for dramatic effect. You pondered for a moment before you answered.

“I’ll let you pick the music the entire time and I promise to be gentle with you since it’s your first time.” you vowed.

He pondered your terms for a moment or two. He definitely wasn’t what anyone would picture when you say Model but he was still flattered nonetheless when you asked him. But he had to ask.

“Why me? You could photograph anyone at this school and they would jump at the chance.” Eddie said sheepishly, not entirely sure why him.

“I think you’re an interesting person Eddie Munson and my project is to catch an interesting subject I have a weakness in and that’s photographing people. Plus you’ll need it someday, rockstar,” you say honestly. You genuinely were intrigued by Eddie and wanted to know him better. There had to be more to him than metal music behind that leather jacket.

“Yeah alright I’m in. So what do you need from me as a model boss?”He asked, interested in what all you had in mind.

“How about I meet you at yours at like 4-ish? That way I can pull off something special since I actually have a subject now.” you offer, already having ideas running through your brain of shots you wanted to take of Eddie.

“Sounds like a plan to me m’lady.” he said, penning something else on a piece of paper. “Here’s my address. It’s lot 513 at Forest Hills Trailer Park if it helps.” he said smirking

“Yeah I’m familiar. I’ll be there around 4-ish,” you say, “I just have to go home and take my dog on a run before I do anything else.”

“You have a dog? That’s fucking cool. What kind?” Eddie asked, wanting to know everything possible about the girl’s life outside of school.

“He’s a mixed breed we adopted from the shelter a year ago and we named Norm. He’s honestly the perfect dog,” you gush, smiling wide thinking about how cute he was sprawled out with you this morning in your small bed.

“Maybe I’ll get to meet him sometime,” he said as the bell rang. You both started to gather your things

“Yeah maybe if you’re around long enough,” you say, putting your backpack on.

“Oh I will be. You’ll find that I’m annoyingly addictive once you get to know me,” he tempts, really enjoying the coup de taus you have going on.

“I’ll be the judge of that Munson,” you said laughing at his tone. You guys walk out of O’Donnell’s and start towards your locker.

“Anything specific I need to wear for your project?” he asked, suddenly realizing he was wearing a Sabbath shirt, jeans and Reebok sneakers. That definitely wasn’t “model behavior”. You laugh a little, spinning the lock on your locker.

“No Eddie. Wear whatever you wanna feel comfortable with; whatever you fell like screams Eddie Munson. This is meant to be a profile of you. I wanna see who you are outside of cafeteria outbursts and our chats in O'Donnell's class.” you say honestly as you open your locker.

“Alright sounds cool Y/N. I really appreciate you even asking me. One last thing: you don’t happen to uh– partake in a certain activity…” he snorted awkwardly and you laugh at how cute he is trying to spit it out.

“Yes Eddie, I do partake,” you say, putting the unnecessary stuff in your locker. How the hell was this boy so weird but hilarious at the same time? You hadn’t felt this open with anyone since Ali and you found yourself okay with it.

“Okay great. Awesome. I’ll have a little gift ready for you when you arrive then.” he said matter of factly.

“Then I’ll see you in a little while Eddie.” you say smiling.

“Until then m’lady. Have a safe run with Norm and if you get lost, just look for my van.” he said, exchanging a look with you before heading out. You noted how nice his concern for your safety was and closed your locker, walking towards your car, pondering what you would try to convey about Eddie.

Well he was right; you got lost trying to find his place once or twice, taking a wrong turn here or there but you finally found the found in front of the white and brown colored trailer and you let out a sigh of relief. You were already running late behind because your run was longer than anticipated and you had to shower and change. Your hair was still wet and you were in a black and white quarter sleeve shirt, gray acid wash jeans and a pair of black and white Converse. You parked to the left of Eddie’s van, letting the sounds of Van Halen finish playing on the radio as you double checked everything. You had your Canon SLR camera, Polaroid camera and plenty of rolls of film just in case inspiration struck. You were nervous to see Eddie but decided to just buck up and go with your gut. You grabbed your camera bag and your denim shoulder bag (decorated in pins of movies, bands and other assorted pop culture). You got up to Eddie’s door and heard the sounds of guitar through the door. It wasn’t a song you knew but you already could tell you liked it. You listened for a second longer before knocking a few times, immediately seeking the guitar sounds. Moments later, Eddie’s frame replaced the door in front of you, smiling at you. He was wearing the same jeans and sneakers from earlier but this time was sporting one of his Hellfire shirts. HIs hair was in that awkward stage between wet and dry where the frizz was starting to come back but not quite.

“Hey Y/N. Everything go okay with your run?” He asked, opening the door wide enough for you to walk through.

“Yeah everything was fine. Norm was about to pass out after 20 minutes which is typical. Sorry it took so long; I had to shower cause I didn’t wanna smell like running when we were hanging out,” you say walking into Eddie’s trailer.

You took a look around, taking in the array of collectable mugs and trucker hats displayed on the walls. You noted the pull out bed to the side of the tv, noting one of them (possibly Wayne) slept out here while the other got the bedroom. It was sweet how much you could already tell that his uncle cared for Eddie. There was a little orange lamp hanging in the corner by a bookshelf, a bar stool by the kitchen bar counter, and a table for two by the window. Everything was amazingly cute for two men living here. It was quite a humble abode.

“So what exactly did you have in mind for the shoot? Where do you want me?” Eddie asked, clapping his hands together. You ponder for a moment.

“I kind of wanna get some pics of you in your natural habitat. What would you be doing right now if I weren’t here?” you asked honestly, thinking back to the music from moments ago.

“”Probably playing guitar or working on my campaign.” Eddie said absentmindedly.

“Alright lead the way,” you offer “I wanna see you in your element.” you add, smiling at the end. Eddie returned your smile before leading you past the kitchen, a closet, a washer and to the second door on the right, right next to the bathroom. His room was exactly how you would imagine Eddie Munson’s room: messy with strung about clothes everywhere, amps everywhere, bed unmade but his NJ Warlock electric guitar was hung with pride on his mirror by his bedside.

“Uh sorry for the mess,” Eddie said sort of bashfully “The maid took the week off.”

“I feel like the maid wouldn’t even touch this room if you had one.” you joked as you put your bags by the door, grabbing your film camera out first.

“I can’t say I blame her.” Eddie retorted, sitting on his bed, watching you adjust your settings a few times while checking your lighting. “So what do you want me to do?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but pretend I’m not here. What I have imagined is just showing you in your natural habitat. Like pretend the camera isn’t here and it’s just us hanging out. In fact, wanna play 20 questions?” you say, taking a test photo of his Corroded Coffin poster.

“Sure you start since this is your project.” Eddie said. He almost laughed at you when you said to ignore you. Ignore you? Impossible. Inconceivable. Who in their right mind could ignore you? But he did as you asked and grabbed his black lunch pail container. He popped it open and you could see a variety of baggies containing various pills and powders; he plucked out the bag with green little nuggets and a stack of rolling papers, closing the pail after he was finished and shoved it under his bed. He picked up a magazine from his dresser (some mechanic one you noted) and put it in his lap, taking a piece of paper out and flattening it.

You thought back to the last time you had smoked. It was probably before Leo left and your mom was in her most critical condition since her “baby boy” (a grown ass man) was leaving and she would be there alone with you. You told them you had gone to Ali’s to go see whatever had just come out but instead found yourself at Skull Rock, smoking a joint by yourself and wallowing in your emotions. Your dad wasn’t in the picture anymore and it was “because of you” Not exactly but coming home one day and yelling at your mother “Dad is fucking Sharon Reynolds behind Melnords in her car” was the way to go about it but you were in shock and you KNEW he was gonna lie about it and hurt your mother more than already intended so you were protecting her in your eyes. This confession led to her interrogating him, lying, admission and finally separation with Dad moving out/moving in with that whore Sharon and Mom’s drinking increasing when she wasn’t on call. So yeah “your fault”. You sat at Skull Rock all day and well into the night; your weed long gone as you were lost in thought. You vowed that night you’d never trust another fucking man because all they did was damage.

“Hey where’d you go there Y/N?”

Eddie’s voice shook you from your thoughts.

“Sorry. I uh was just thinking back to the last time I smoked and it was uh..not a great day for me.” you admit.

“When was that?” Eddie inquired, grinding up the green with his fingers.

“Oh it was a little bit ago.” you admit, putting the viewfinder up to your eye. You see Eddie’s hands work on the joint, rings clinking together while he grinds up the bud between the tips of his fingers. You zoomed in and took a shot, the light reflecting off the silver metal. Eddie smiled at the sound of the shutter.

“So why photography?” Eddie asked, twisting the paper around the crushed herb before pressing it to his lips, sealing it with moisture.

“They say ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’. I’m not much of a writer but I always loved taking pictures. It started with taking photos of my Barbies then of places we would go or of my friends but one autumn a few years ago, I took photos of the falling leaves and it felt like I had it figured out. Like when I look back on that day, I still feel the cool breeze and the smell of the leaves in the air mixed with the smell of smoke from fires. The feeling of change swirling in the air.” you say, smiling at Eddie as he ran his lighter over the joint, sealing it closed.

“I get that, fall really is the best season,” Eddie agreed, bringing the joint to his face before remembering his guest. “Here; I have a rule about ladies smoke first.’ Eddie said, handing the joint to you. You gladly accept, putting the joint between your lips as you take the lighter from Eddie. You light the end of the joint, inhaling until the end is cherried and stop the lighter. You keep the hit in for a few moments letting the weed take its effects, the calm rushing over you. You lazily smiled, taking another puff before passing it to Eddie. ‘Thank you, I really need this. I haven't smoked in weeks.”

Eddie was taking a hit when his eyes widened at ‘weeks’ and almost choked on his inhale. He couldn’t imagine not smoking for a few days let alone weeks “Jesus H Christ, how the hell did you survive? Fuck. In that case,” he said, taking a quick puff before handing it to you, “This is all you. I’ll roll another one to split. You need it more than I do trust me.” he said, already grabbing another paper and more weed.

“Thank you. By the way, I thought you were going to pick the music,” you point out, taking another drag. He smiled, putting the magazine on the nightstand, getting up without another word and went to his cassette player hitting play as the sounds of Dio played at a louder decibel.

“So how long have you played guitar?” you ask, eyeing the black and red electric guitar hanging on the mirror.

“Since about middle school. We played at the middle school talent show with my band Corroded Coffin,” he said fondly. You smiled at his pride, it was clearly something he was most proud of. He talked animatedly about the formation of the band and how they were like his brothers.

“So do you play any shows?”

“Yeah at the Hideout every Tuesday. We get a crowd of about five drunks. You should come see us play sometime.” he said excitedly.

“Oh I’m there. I’m always down for an excuse to not go home after work.” you say, remembering the feeling of loneliness. You catch Eddie’s look in his eye. “My mom’s a nurse so she works a lot of overnights so it’s just Norm and I alone in our house and after watching one too many of those ABC specials about the rise of serial killers, nights aren’t my favorite.” you admit bashfully. Eddie felt a twang on his heartstrings at the thought of you scared, home alone with no defense except a dog and your wits.

“Well you can come by whenever you want to; you’re always welcome Y/N.” he said warmly

“Thank you,” you say smiling as you take another hit. Dio transitioned to Iron Maiden and you smiled. There was a comfortable silence between you two for a few moments. Your joint was already finished and put out in the ashtray while you thought about potential angles to shoot Eddie from. Eddie had finished his joint as well and picked up his guitar, starting to play around with chord progressions. Even if it was just him messing around, it still sounded really good. You picked up your camera again and took a shot of him concentrating, hair in his eyes, lip caught between his teeth and brow furrowed out of concentration. You took a few photos of his hands on the fretboard, making sure to zoom in on the rings for clarity. “So what are the rings about?’ you ask, taking time to look at each of them carefully.

“Mostly references to songs and bands I like or am influenced by.” he says nonchalantly. You smile at the pig on his middle finger.

“Like War Pigs right?” you ask, eying that exact ring. He didn’t say anything; instead breaking into the opening chords of the song. You bob along to the rhythm, sitting next to him as he started singing along to the familiar song.

“Generals gathered in their masses; Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction in the fields, the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds Oh lord, yeah!”

You had heard this song a hundred times but now you much preferred the Eddie Munson cover. It was much more raw and guttural than the Oz Man’s version. You found yourself singing along to the rest of the song. It took everything in you to remember to take a few photos while he performed for you, even managing to get one using your Polaroid.

When the song ended, Eddie smiled at you. He was calm on the outside but was freaking out. I mean you were really here; in his room, smoking with him and jamming out to Sabbath together. There was no way you were real but you had to be because here you were; sitting on his bed stoned giggling. Hell. he’s never had ANY girl in his room like this before. Sure he’s fucked a few girls here and there but this was different. This was more real; more intimate than any feeling sex could temporarily provide. You weren’t simply looking for physical looks; you were looking into who he was and into his soul.

Whatever rhythm he was playing slowed down to a smooth melody, something Eddie had been working on all summer. You sat cross legged and just listened, enjoying the moment. It had been a while since you had been this relaxed around someone. Sure you were comfortable around your friends and your family but this was a whole different thing. This felt more natural somehow like you had hung out with Eddie countless times before today.

“So what else do you wanna do?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence and your train of thought. He had put the guitar down next to him and was sitting cross legged with you.

“Well you ARE the leader of the Hellfire Club,” you muse, “so why don’t we show that off? Grab your books that you’ve got and spread them out in front of you like you’re deep in your Dungeon Master mode” you say matter of factly as you get off the bed. Eddie obeyed your commands, grabbing his copy of Advanced Dungeons and Dragons DM Book, his folder and notes. He sat himself and spread everything out before him, like he normally would. He grabbed a pencil and you turned on the radio since his mixtape had stopped, you stopped searching when the sounds of a lighter rock song came on through the speakers. It had a mid tempo opening with bluesy riffs that Eddie had never heard before but wasn’t soon about to forget as you began singing

“Raven hair and ruby lips Sparks fly from her fingertips; Echoed voices in the night She's a restless spirit on an endless flight. Woo-hoo, witchy woman See how high she flies Woo-hoo, witchy woman She got the moon in her eyes. She held me spellbound in the night Dancing shadows and firelight Crazy laughter in another room And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon.”

He knew he was supposed to be “studying” but he was transfixed by you with the camera in your hands, moving your hips and body to the beat of the song as you commanded the room with your singing. You were fucking gorgeous. How had he not realized it before? He looked down at the pages a second later, suddenly very interested in the background of Orcs and thankful for his hair to hide the blushing. He heard the shutter a few times, along with your singing and he waited for the end to break the moment.

“So what is that song called?” he asked authentically as it moved to a Rolling Stones song he heard 100 times thanks to Wayne.

“Uh Witchy Woman but Eagles. It’s one of my favorite bands to unwind and relax to.” you admit sheepishly. It wasn’t very metal of you to listen to them but you couldn’t lie to Eddie for some reason.

“You really are full of surprises aren’t you Y/N?” Eddie said looking at you with raised eyebrows, a quizzical look on his eyes and a smile. You immediately snapped a photo because he looked so at ease, centered, so himself with a little bit of that Munson Mischief to him

“And you aren’t too bad of a model yourself Munson. You’re really easy to work with so how about this: I just had an idea of us shooting in those woods behind here and getting in some golden hours lighting before the sun sets fully. Sounds like something you’d be interested in?” you offer

“Oh I’m definitely interested. Want me to roll a few for the road?” he countered. You nodded and stayed seated, waiting for Eddie to roll up. It really was nice hanging out with him; it was forced or coming from any kind of awkwardness. It almost felt like you two had been friends for years as opposed to a few weeks. Everything about him was relaxing and you really couldn’t put your finger on why.

“So you listen to Blondie, The Ramones, metal and now classic rock. Is there anything you don’t listen to?” Eddie inquired, sealing off the first joint with his tongue.

“Nope. None that come to mind. I’ve always had an eclectic upbringing musically with my mom being a mainstream music fan like ABBA and Fleetwood Mac and Dolly Parton. She got super into Carly Simon a few months ago. My uncle owns the record shop in town so I would spend all my free time there when I was a kid. He really showed me the ability to appreciate all kinds of music,” you admit smiling and it all clicked for Eddie who EXACTLY you were. He had been to that record store countless times but didn’t realize it was you. No wonder they always had the most recent music (specifically metal) and didn’t feel like those stuffy old Mom and Pop record shops.

“That explains why you have such a wide range,” Eddie said admirably.

“Yeah maybe I can teach you a thing or two about musical diversity,” you tease. Eddie put his hand to his heart, gasping loudly for dramatic effect.

“You don’t think I’m musically diverse,” Eddie said in a higher pitch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it Munson,” you say laughing at his outburst.

“Oh you will,” Eddie said matter of factly.

He finished rolling up and you guys headed out to the wood behind the trailer park. It was still kind of humid outside since it was still early September but the breeze made it feel like a perfect day. The sun was starting to go down but not technically set yet. Everything looked like it was being touched by the sun’s beams and you felt like you could bounce off the walls from excitement.

“Top three favorite movies. GO!!” Eddie suddenly said, snapping his fingers. You barely thought for a moment about it.

“Ummm Carrie, Rocky Horror Picture Show and The Shining.” you say trying not to think too hard.

“So you’re a Stephen King fan and you enjoy horror,” Eddie noted

“What are you, Munson?”

“The Hobbit from 1977, Heavy Metal and Halloween” Eddie said proudly.

“Color me surprised” you say sarcastically laughing. “Go stand in those trees over there and light a cigarette.” you say following behind as you get your camera ready. Eddie wasn’t about to question you, getting familiar with that tone of your voice. He pulled out the pack from his pocket, popped one in his mouth and lit it, walking until you told him to stop, which he did immediately awaiting instruction.

“Okay now turn towards me,” you say checking your viewfinder. You saw Eddie fiddling with his rings, snapping one of his like that. “Take a drag for me and try to get a lot of smoke but don’t kill yourself! I have an idea and if this works, it’ll look fucking badass. When you blow out, I want you to lean your head back slowly.”

Eddie does this; exhaling the smoke while leaning back. You snapped four of five shots and hoped it turned out well. Eddie looked so cool right now like a human fire breathing dragon. You said a silent prayer to your deity.

“Got it. Now walk towards me, taking a few drags along the way,” you say, watching Eddie walk towards you, taking a few shots.

“How was that boss?” Eddie asked genuinely.

“It was great Eddie. Exactly what I needed,” you say. He quizzes you a little bit more about your family and you tell him about your mom and brother, leaving out your father and the backstory there. He tells you about his home life. His parents were out of the picture but he had Wayne and from the way he spoke about Wayne made you feel for the boy.

You reached a clearing of the trees. Eddie was pulling out a joint and lighting it. You quickly grabbed your camera and snapped a photo of it. He raised his eyebrow at you out of curiosity and smiled, offering the joint to you. You walk over to him and take it but instead he had other plans. He grabbed the camera from you and turned it towards you.

“No! Eddie!” you squeal, laughing as you put your hands in front of your face.

“Ohhhh. I see how it is: you can dish it out but can’t take it. Sit by that tree.” His joking tone suddenly turned deep and dark and something in you was immediately attracted. You do as he says, sitting by a tree with your leg laid flat, the other propped up with your arm on your knee. You brought the joint to your lips and inhaled, closing your eyes to forget you were on the opposite side of the camera. You were super insecure about yourself and didn’t believe you were pretty enough so you took photos of things you saw as beautiful. Little did you know Eddie was doing the exact same thing: taking a photo of something (someone) beautiful. He waited until you exhaled to take the photo; smoke surrounding you like you were some ethereal goddess with your hair splayed out behind you, neck exposed.

“Okay. Got it” He said, smiling at you as you came back up. He handed you the camera and took the joint, sitting next to you. You shared the joint in silence before you got up, taking a few of him sitting in front of the tree in different poses until you went to check and saw a 1 on your shot log. It was always the hardest shot since it always finalized the tone of the shoot.

“What’s going on Y/N? You look super deep in thought.” Eddie noted, seeing you huff and your brows furrowed together.

“Yeah I’m just trying to come up with a final shot which is always the hardest for me.” you admit.

“So take one of us,” he added “It doesn’t have to always be serious, plus you’ll have a memento of hanging out with Eddie “The Freak” Munson,” he joked. You pondered it and shrugged, turning the camera towards you. Eddie got in close, putting his fingers up like Devil’s horns and sticking his tongue out. You stuck your tongue out too, squinting your eyes as the flash went off. You brought the camera down but noticed Eddie was still close to you.

“So does this make us friends Y/N?” Eddie asked, looking down into your y/e/c eyes. You were taken aback by that since you weren’t great at friends but something was drawing you into Eddie.

“Yeah of course we’re friends now Eddie,” you say smiling at him genuinely. “I mean I don’t open up to just anyone about my life and I’m sure you don’t either,” you admit

“Guess that makes you special,” Eddie said, still looking at you.

“Guess I am,” you say, not really believing it. Eddie wanted to say something but figured it was best to drop it. The walk back to his house was comfortable; you had promised to hang out next week to actually study together. He stood by while you gathered all your stuff, walked you to your car, even opening your car door for you. You got in and Eddie closed it behind you. He stood there the entire time, making sure you were good to drive, had everything and were okay. You even notice the little wave he made after you drove away from his trailer, one more friend in your arsenal

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weirdagnes · 3 years

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aight so uhh lil spontaneous positive rant about OFF rpg bc it’s 1AM and I’m having feelings

bro OFF has that magic that makes me fall for it all over again even if I have,, rewatched it gazillion of times. I religiously rewatch it every year (hush it’s my comfort game), yet it never fails to amaze me and punch me in the gut. Reading theories and fan interpretations of the story and the characters is always fun to read, they’re all absolutely valid and mind-blowing every time.

And every time I take a lil check back in the fandom, I find there’s ppl who still make animations abt it, who makes song remixes with other vgm (undertale x off ost is such a king-to-king crossover), and I learn new stuff like Papyrus was inspired by Dedan’s design? Batter is apparently a beast in battles when in Auto and the Player is probs just holding him back bc he lets you control him? the Bad Batter was confirmed ace?? Batterie is possible in “an alternate universe” confirmed like BRO??? (so does that mean Batterie in fanfics is canon and is validated by the creator bc fanfics are technically kinda like AUs if we treat the game as the canon verse and fanfics as alternate universe -)

Anyways, one thing that blew my small little child brain when I was younger and I just first discovered OFF was the idea of an “unreliable narrator.” I felt so betrayed then, and tbh rewatching it yearly, it still blows my freaking mind. Bad Batter reveal was PERFECT, and it wasn’t some random twist in the end, it was a long build up and the game was dropping hints - it gives the Player ample time to think for themselves. When you return to the purified zones, that’s when the Batter’s motives become questionable, but you still put faith in him bc while purification of the zones seems like a shady mission, he isn’t wrong about eradicating spectres (who ARE hostile) and the Guardians aren’t good either so whatever the Batter is doing still seems like the right decision. The game makes you think it’s a black-and-white “hero vs. villains” when really, everyone is in the grey area, and it becomes especially clear that it is when we found out about the whole Hugo situation. It’s like, every character, including the Guardians, had good intentions at some points but they’re also flawed, and I think the flawed characterization is so beautiful because it made the characters complex and it makes you understand why they’re acting this way or how did they become this way. Tbh there’s so so much to say about each character and their symbolisms but i dont have the brain capacity for deep thinking and analysis like other OFF fans (bless yall btw)

And bro,, the art? the music? Straight up FIRE. The spectre designs are so cool I based off my whole personality off of it at some point when I was younger. But no joke, I was super influenced by Mortis’ artstyle. My love for sketchy pencil art style and concept art; my preference of colorless drawings; my fascination for surreal/body horror, foreshortening and perspective all started with my little caveman brain discovering OFF. I straight up saw OFF art and said “wow. I wanna do something like that.” And lord, the music - someone hold me back. It just as influential to my music taste as the art did to my art style. I never really stopped listening to the soundtrack throughout the years, even if I never check back in the fandom, I still listen to it. My appreciation for percussion went really high after hearing the OFF ost. My habit of checking out video game ost after seeing a game also started with OFF ost, bc what if I miss out another bomb soundtrack like OFF, right? Pepper Steak was my first exposure to Electro Swing, and man I’m so glad bc now Electro Swing is one of my fav genres. Brain Plague ost is very brain (heh) stimulating, it’s literally addicting to listen to?? And the music also did very well in complementing the areas of the game, it added a whole new atmosphere and god don’t you just love it when music does that little magic. The game’s aesthetic is solid and coherent in both the art and music, like what a teamwork! I defo want to do something like that if I create my own game (possibly, I hope my future allows it)

Tbh there’s so much more I can say about this game, but I’m not very good at constructing a professional and coherent analysis or whatever. And this is all first draft so

TL;DR : OFF is very iconic and definitely one of the best rpg games ever bestowed upon Earth, and I love it forever no joke Im having feelings for it again

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smoochkooks · 4 years

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—christmas cream(pie) ; (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⟶ word count: 3.6k

⟶ summary: a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend's parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, food play, finger-sucking, spit kink, dirty talk, oral (f) receiving, slight choking but nothing too extreme, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook being the sweetest boyfriend on the earth and your emotional support, tooth-rooting domestic fluff:(

a/n: hi!! this is my little christmas present for you. hope you enjoy what my brain came up with yesterday<3 ps. i also dont know what kind of fic title this is.

Christmas secure a top spot on your own self-made list of holidays. You enjoy practically every aspect of it. The food, decorating your house, songs, movies, the whole magical aura of warmth and love – you name it.

But this year though, you're fiddled with anxiety because it's the first time you're going to celebrate with your boyfriend Jungkook and his parents.

You've been dating for two lovely years, living in a shared apartment for almost six months but somehow you've never spent any major holiday together. Until now, it actually felt like a step bigger than moving in. Choosing to be with your families and celebrate separately was never an issue for both of you.

And foolishly, you thought this year would be no like the other, that you'll kiss your sweet boyfriend goodbye before Christmas Eve and reunite after the whole shenanigans would end. But to your surprise, Jungkook had different plans for you.

“Y-your parents did what?”

“They invited us for a Christmas dinner.” he repeated calmy, completely unfazed by the pure shock marring your features.

He was sprawled on the couch, hair messy and falling onto his forehead because he had been avoiding barbershops lately (it wasn’t like you minded it–if anything, it made him look even sexier). He was wearing your favorite pair of sweats that had a soy sauce stain on the left knee and a simple black t-shirt, yet for you he looked like an angel sent from the above and devil reincarnated at the same time. So deliciously domestic and soft it almost made you wanna jump him right here and there, if it wasn't for the more nagging matters that you had yet to discuss with him.

“But,” you stuttered, brain too consumed by nerves to help you formulate coherent sentences. “I was visiting your parents in Busan over summer.”

“Yeah, but it's been a while and they really want to see you again,” he said, raising from his spot. He came up to you, his tall, lean body towering over your form. The moment you saw his sparkly doe eyes boring holes into yours, you knew you were approximately twenty seconds from giving in. “Pretty please.” he tried again, palms cupping your flushed cheeks until you had no choice but to agree.

“Okay.”

Jungkook grinned in response and leaned to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “Love you, baby.” He tasted like spicy noodles and soda but you ignored it, mustering a small smile.

“Love you too.” you said, always meaning those three little words because truly, you could never resist Jeon Jungkook and his charms. He had you wrapped around his finger more than you'd ever admit and you'd simply do anything to make him happy, even if that meant stressing over a Christmas dinner with his parents.

“They really like you, ___. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook murmured upon kissing your nose, and then forehead. “My mom is already so excited to see you. She said she would make an apple pie because you once mentioned you liked it.”

You leaned into his touch, slightly less angry you had been surprised with a revelation like that but at the same time still apprehensive and filled with nerves. “You aren't making this easier, you know?” you asked.

Jungkook sent you an apologetic smile. “You're amazing, baby. You don't need to convince my parents again that you're the right person for me,” he said, hands finding purchase on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “All you have to do is smile and compliment my mom's cooking skills. And maybe ask dad about fishing. You know he's been crazy about it lately.”

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was a natural when it came to bewitching people. Your parents adored him because he knew all the right words to make them fall for his charms. He didn’t have to try hard or pretend to be someone else in order to be accepted as their daughter’s partner.

You, on the other hand, were on a different side of the spectrum. No matter how many times Jungkook reassured you of your worth, you still had a lot of insecurities to deal with. That was just who you were as a person. Maybe it was why you clicked so well together. You needed someone to be your second Sun.

“You got his.” With a final kiss onto the crown of your head, Jungkook left you standing in the middle of the living room, and all you could think about was a fricking apple pie and finding new ways to impress your boyfriend's parents.

Hence way you're currently in the kitchen, blender in your right hand as you mix the ingredients for the most extra chocolate cake you've ever made, determination written all over your features like you’re competing in the final Bake Off episode.

And why is that? Because your brain couldn't let you sleep peacefully at night if you didn't decide to bake your own cake for Jungkook's mother. It started innocently, slowly getting information out of your boyfriend about his parents' favorite food. Of course, you had to be clever about it, so he wouldn't suspect anything too early into the game. That's why after asking a round of rather specific questions you lured him into a blowjob because you know he usually loses his goddman mind after a good dick sucking.

Content with your plan, you're now a day before the Christmas dinner, Jungkook's mother's beloved cake almost ready to be put into the oven.

“Babe, I'm home!” you hear Jungkook calling from the corridor. You sent him to do some (un)necessary grocery shopping so you could have a time for yourself to prepare the cake without him looking over your shoulder and analyzing your every move. You really hate when people do that because you’re more likely to screw something when you’re being watched.

“Let me taste it then,” he says, grabby hands reaching for the bowl but you quickly swat them away.

“I'm here!” you shout back, unplugging the blender once you're satisfied with your chocolate cream.

“What is the smell?” Jungkook asks, entering the kitchen. “Oh,” he quips, placing grocery bags on the floor. “You made this?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, dipping a finger into the bowl and then putting it into your mouth. It tastes good, not too sweet but at the same time it still has a strong chocolate flavor. Perfect.

“Wash your hands first.”

“Wait,” You can almost hear the gears shifting in his brain. His grip on your waist tightens as you desperately try to stifle the laugh babbling in your throat. “This is my mom's favorite cake.”

Jungkook dramatically salutes you, even though you see him smirking under his breath. Once his hands are all clean and dry, you feel his arms encircling your body from the back. “Is this for me?” he murmurs, obviously referring to the cake.

“Nope. It's for tomorrow's Christmas dinner.”

That’s why you break into a smile, pulling him for a quick peck. “You can taste my cream now.” you say.

“Great observation.”

“And you said you were making it for the Christmas dinner,” Jungkook continues, “Which means you did this purposely.” he finishes, twirling your body so you're now facing him.

“You said she would make me an apple pie so I thought I could reciprocate the kindness and do the same,” An innocent smile tugs at your lips. “Besides, the more food the better.”

Jungkook snorts. “So here's why you were asking me all those weird questions lately.”

Your eyes widen. “You paid attention to that?”

“Babe, I might be a simple man who enjoys seeing his girlfriend sucking his dick but it doesn't mean I don't listen to you,” he says, sounding slightly offended but you know that deep down he's amused by the whole situation. “You didn't have to do that, you know?”

You let out a long sigh. “I know but... I just felt so weird. Your parents are so happy to see us, they are doing all those preparations and I couldn't stop thinking about doing something to impress them in return,” you murmur. “So they wouldn't think it preparing a whole celebratory dinner for their son and his girlfriend was actually pointless.” you add in a smaller voice, dropping your head down. 

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, fingers grasping your chin so you could look him in the eye again. “You're an amazing person. My parents know that too. You don't have to prove them your worth. Ever.”

His words make you relax visibly. You don’t know what you would do if you didn’t have Jungkook by your side. He’s just being himself, showing you his extremely caring side as he usually does when you feel down but somehow you’re more thankful for this now.

You dip your index finger into the cream. Then, making sure his eyes are trained on your face, you bring your finger up and envelop with your lips, purposely sucking on it obscenely. “Mmm,” you nothing but moan. “It’s really good.”

“That sounded awfully sexual.”

“No, it did not! You're just perverted.”

“But you love me anyway, don't you?”

You snort at his stupid remark. Suddenly, a not-so-innocent idea pops in your mind and you wonder who’s actually the one with more inappropriate thoughts running through their head. Jungkook might enjoy teasing you on daily basis, but a girl can have her fun too, right?

Jungkook's eyes darken seeing your little stunt you’ve decided to pull today. He bites the inside of his cheek, before saying,”’I know what game you’re playing.”

“I’m not doing anything.” you respond, feigning innocence. Before you can dive for more cream, Jungkook grabs your wrist and stops you.

Bingo.

When he takes his two fingers and plunges them into the cream, you know exactly what’s coming next, the adrenaline and excitement pumping through your veins. He brings his fingers up towards your face and you have to fight an urge to stay still, waiting for his instructions like the good girl you obviously are. “Open up, baby.”

You oblige immediately, mouth falling open and tongue out. He pushes his fingers inside, sweet, chocolate cream filling your taste buds. “Suck.” he says simply, eyes fixated on your lips. You do it without a second thought, swirling your tongue around his digits and making sure to lick every last drop of the substance.

When he decides he can't take it anymore, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and before you can even blink, he crashes his lips onto yours; fast, messy and unforgiving, thrusting his tongue inside to play with yours. His motives are clear: you aren’t leaving the kitchen without getting properly fucked.

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your lips, the hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. “My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it.”

He bites onto your lower lip as to prove his point and you whimper. “It’s not like that,” you manage to say, grinding yourself against the evident bulge in his pants. “I didn’t expect to get away with it.”

Jungkook's hands travel to the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter. You’re sure there are traces of flour still on it but you couldn’t care less right now, not when a pair of hands roughly nudges your legs apart so he could stand in between them.

“So you did it purposely,” Jungkook leaves your mouth in favor of tracing kisses down your neck. Careful not to marry your skin with hickeys because you would beat the shit out of him if he did bruise your neck a day before the dinner with his parents. “Naughty girl.” He punctuates his statement with a bite to your earlobe, his next words being whispered directly into your ear. “What should I do with you, then?”

You whimper, your thighs pressing together just hearing the tone of his voice. You lace your fingers through the locks at the back of his hair and place a kiss against his lips. “Fuck me?” you ask in a saccharine-sweet tone.

He chuckles in response, fingers grasping your t-shirt and pulling it off you, revealing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He wastes no time and latches his mouth onto a nipple but as soon as his tongue meets your hardened bud, he retreats. Confused, you watch as he reaches for the bowl once again and dips his fingers into the cream. He then smears it all over your nipples, a proud smirk caught on his lips when he leans back to admire his art work.

“Kook,” you mewl, too pathetically for your liking and you know how much it’ll stroke his ego. “Please, touch me.” you plea, one of your hands reaching to pull him closer to you.

“Yeah?” His chuckle is almost sinister. “Look at you, all dirty and begging me so nicely. Not that smart with your mouth now, are you?”

All you manage is a nod and meek “Please,” that quickly morphs into a drawn out moan when he finally dips his head to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. You never could have guessed that the idea of food play would be so arousing to you but here you are, pussy clenching around nothing when your sweet boyfriend licks chocolate cream off your boobs.

When he’s done and satisfied with the result, he grabs your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your underwear in one go, your bare ass meeting with the cold marble of your kitchen counter. Jungkook wastes no time and spreads your legs apart, not giving you a second to shy away from his burning gaze before he dives in to lick a stripe up your slit.

You cry out in pleasure when his tongue finds your clit and gives it a sharp suck, his hands grabbing your ankles and bending your knees so he could have a full access to your glistening core. You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and making a mess on Jungkook's face but he doesn’t mind it a bit, eating you out like a champ you know he is.

“So wet,” he rasps against your cunt. “Messy girl.”

To make matters worse (or better) he takes his sweet time and lets a glob of his spit mix with your arousal because Jungkook, much like you, enjoys giving a head more than anything in the world and makes it his priority to see you lose it on his tongue. You’re positive you will come like this if he keeps continuing abusing your clit just right. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand. Knows what makes you keen, how to make you eyes roll to the back of your head. It fuels his ego to see you like this; helpless and utterly devoted to the pleasure and you don’t even mind when he brags about it later. How could you if you benefit so much from it?

Suddenly, he grunts into your cunt and your brows furrow because it’s not the sound you’re used to hearing during sex. You look down to check what’s wrong but he’s already up and in level with your eyes, a sheepish smile adoring his features.

“Neck cramp,” he explains, his palm massaging the back of his neck. “Eating pussy is easier on the bed.” You can’t help but giggle, replacing his hand with yours and providing him a temporary relief. “I’m sorry. Were you close?” he asks.

There he is. Your sweet, caring boyfriend who never forgets to ask for consent before railing you into the mattress and always putting your pleasure before his own.

“Mhmm,” you hum, grasping his t-shirt and lifting it off his body. It should be considered a sin to look like this, you think to yourself. “But I want to come on your cock instead.”

Jungkook grins, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach, pride swelling in your chest because you know you can make him this hard without your touch. “How do you want it?” he asks, guaranteeing himself a moment of relief when he gives his cock a few pumps, spreading precum all over his length.

“Like that,” you answer, gesturing at your current position on the counter. “Wanna see you.”

“Anything for my pretty girl.”

If you weren't already red, you would have blushed at his cute words. The sentiment doesn’t last long though, your face twisting in ecstasy when he lines himself up with your entrance and starts pushing inside, the stretch deliciously burning. “Oh my god, Kook,” you whimper, hand clutching onto his biceps for support. “So big. You feel so good.” He groans, slithering himself deeper. His forehead rests onto yours, few ragged breaths before you murmur, “You can move.”

He sets a punishing pace from the beginning, fucking you hard and fast; wet, slapping noises filling the kitchen. You’re a blubbering mess, moaning incoherently as he splits your pussy open, thrust after thrust. “Yeah, fucking take it,” Jungkook rasps, grabbing your hips even harder, no doubt leaving there marks. “Cream my cock like a good girl.”

You mewl in response, your eyes focusing on his parted lips. “J-jungkook,” you stutter, head completely deprived of rational thoughts. “Spit in my mouth.” It’s almost a breathless plea on your tongue.

He curses, his right hand squeezing your cheeks. “Open.” You do it right away, nearly moaning when he purses his lips and spits, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees you swallow it greedily. “Dirty fucking girl.” he growls.

“B-but you love it, right?” you whimper, eyes glossy because he's hitting that spot inside your pussy that makes your toes curl. “L-love when I’m like this just for you.”

“Fuck, yeah I do,” Jungkook says, placing his hand around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure and simply rests it there, urging you to look directly at him. “I love when my pretty baby becomes a dirty slut for me.” He punctuates his words with a harsh buck of his hips that makes you cry out.

You can't take it anymore. “K-kook,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and urging him to squeeze your throat. “I love you.”

Despite his hand around your neck and cock abusing your cunt, he breaks into a smile. He leans down to kiss you on your putty lips. You try to keep up with him but there’s no use for that, so you just open your mouth and let him slither his tongue inside. When he pulls away, your lips are wet with saliva. Messy, but you wouldn’t exchange it for anything less. “Love you too, baby.” he groans in a strained voice, dragging his cock fast through your walls.

As if reading your mind, his thumb reaches to rub fast circles on your clit. “’m so close,” you mumble, thighs shaking.

“C'mon, pretty. Wanna see you come around me.” Jungkook murmurs, gone is his dominant aura, it’s now only his gentle voice coaxing you into an earth-shattering orgasm.

When you come down from your high, you’re swatting his fingers away from your core. Normally you would probably indulge into it more, but oversensitivity seems to be too much to handle for you today. Jungkook thrusts his hips a few more times and follows right after you, groaning your name and spilling himself inside.

“That was nice.” he comments breathlessly and you can’t help but chuckle, widing your arms around his neck and pulling him for a well-deserved kiss.

“I’m too tired to move my legs and somebody needs to finish the cake,” you pout, not an ounce of exaggeration in your statement because that’s utterly true–you’re always too spent after a round of fucking with Jungkook to even go to the bathroom on your own. He gladly carries you there in his arms bridal-style every, single time.

“It's okay, sweetheart. I’ll do it.” he says, making you giggle under your breath triumphantly.

You might be willing to do everything for you boyfriend but if anything, you’re equal in that department.

“I’m also pretty sure there’s flour on my ass.”

Jungkook raises his brow at you. “That I’m not going to clean.”

“Fine. But next time I'm putting whipped cream on your dick.” you decide.

When he pulls out of you, his cum spills out of your hole but he's quick to catch the droplets and push them back inside you with his fingers. “You’re a little minx, you know that, right?” he says and then licks his digits clean.

“You love me anyway.” He grins, leaning to kiss you but he stops mid-way. “What is it?” you ask, raising your brows.

“Since I came inside you, we can call it a creampie, right?”

Still slightly dazed after sex, you’re not quick enough to realise what he implies before it’s too late. “I mean yes but–oh my god. No, no, no! Stop!”

“Cream-pie!”

“I hate you!”

“And I love you too.”

After all, you were worrying about the dinner too much, as always.

Everybody complimented your cake. Jungkook's mother was delighted. His father talked about fishing for almost an hour.

But your sweet boyfriend's smirking face as he ate the cake was telling you were in for a long night of sinning in your bed as soon as you went back home.

And he obviously didn’t disappoint.

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calpalirwin · 3 years

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Permanent Vacation

Summary: Calum falls for a musician.

A/N: I just really wanted an excuse to use Arrows in Action newest releases in a fic. (They’re bangers. You should go give ‘em a listen.)

Word Count: 2.8k

And away, and away we go!

The sun was hot as it beat down on my neck, the line for the beerstand long, and the noises of people chatting excitedly were loud in my ears. But I didn’t care in the slightest. After the isolating shitshow that was quarantine, I was more than happy to be out at a festival with, wait for it, live fuckin’ music. The only way I could be happier was if my band was in the lineup, but this was still a pretty close second. To be surrounded by musicians and people who loved music was a breath of fresh air after so long. A breath of very hot fresh air. But still.

Behind me I heard the girlish giggling and whispers of my name, which drew the attention of the group in front of me: three guys, and a girl around my own age, two of the guys a good shoulder and head taller than the other man and girl. The shortest of the guys whispered, “Could you imagine if we got noticed like that?”

The tall brunette’s eyes went wide as he pulled a face and shook his head. “No, thanks. I think I’d cry.”

The other tall one with purple hair laughed loudly, “Aw, c’mon, that would be rad! His band’s not even in the lineup and he still gets recognized. Could you imagine?”

“He has a name, and can hear you, J,” the girl hissed with a playful eye roll. Then, she flashed me a smile before calling out in a loud voice, “Hey, man! Good to see ya! How ya been?” to me, before taking a step forward and stretching up to wrap her arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. “Just go with it,” she added under her breath. “Nobody’ll bug you for pictures and autographs if you’re with a bigger group.”

“Thanks,” I laughed at her rescue attempt. “But it’s fine if they do. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but they can at least let you buy a fuckin’ beer first.”

“Well, thanks again,” I said, not sure of what else to say, or do so I let her pull me up with her friends who were all staring at her with I’m sure the same look of soft shock I had on my own face.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She let go of me as she started introducing her friends to me. “And this is Jesse.”

“Hello,” the tall one with purple hair smiled warmly.

“That’s Matt,” she nudged the other tall one.

“Hey.”

“And this is Vic,” she finished, looking at the shortest man who waved.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Calum,” I said, then realized how stupid that was. “But, you already knew that, huh?”

Y/N grinned, holding her thumb and index finger close together. “Just a smidge. But it’s cool. So, any bands you’re particularly excited to see?”

“The Maine and All Time Low mostly. I’m a huge fan of The Maine, and All Time Low are friends of mine.”

“Both are great bands. And the All Time Low guys are good friends to have, for sure.”

“Oh, you know them?”

“Yeah, we worked with them a few times.”

“Worked with? Fellow musicians, huh?”

She laughed. “We’re up and comers, yeah.”

“Your cool aunt’s favorite band,” Jesse grinned at me.

Y/N laughed more at the confused look that crossed my face. “That’s one of his favorite ways to refer to us. Like we’re the band you find out from word of mouth from the cool relative that’s always discovering new music.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding. “Been there. Are you guys in the lineup?”

“Yup!” she chirped happily as we got to the front of the line. “5 beers, please,” she told the person working the counter.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I tried to decline, reaching quickly for my wallet.

“Relax, it’s just a beer,” she told me, passing me one of the cups being placed on the counter.

“Well, thanks,” I said, raising the cup and taking a sip. “I’ll getcha guys next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned around the rim of her own cup. “Enjoy your beer, Cal. See ya around.”

~~~

I took the last swallow from my beer, cursing myself for not having stopped her to get the name of her band, or at the very least her last name. But before I had a chance to get the words out, I’d been bombarded with requests from fans for pictures, engaging in small conversations with them, and by the time I was done, Y/N was long gone.

So I resigned myself to walking around the festival grounds, my head reeling. It wasn’t often a woman pretended to be my friend to rescue me from the onslaught of fans. In fact, I couldn’t recall one time that's ever happened. I also wasn’t used to being bought drinks, even if I was still fully intending to return the favor. Although that would require me to find her first. But something told me that wouldn’t be too difficult.

I was grateful I’d come on my own, and not with Ashton who would have no doubt teased me about how hooked I was on the girl. The cynic with a crush? Whatever were the odds? And was it even technically a crush when I’d only interacted with her for maybe five minutes? Okay, maybe Ashton being around wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could help me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head. The way that man could bounce from crush to crush almost seamlessly was enough to give me a case of whiplash.

I sighed as I tossed my cup in the trash. Whether or not it was a crush was still to be determined. All I knew was that I liked her energy, and wanted to see her again. And… that was a crush, wasn’t it? God. Fuckin’. Damn it.

A guitar chord rang out loudly, and there was a mad dash of people running towards the stage. Slowly I pushed my way through the crowd of people towards the front, grinning when I noticed it was her on stage, and grinning even more when I noticed the instrument in her hand. A bassist? Fuck, I was definitely in trouble now.

The shortest of the men, Vic, I recalled, started singing, with the other three providing backup harmony on the chorus. Until they got to the bridge that was all Y/N, her voice ringing out “Tomorrow’s a nightmare, I’m dreaming today. And my head is haunted, the past just can’t stay. The devil you know, yeah he comes and he goes. I’m selfish, and vapid, I hide in my prose!” before they launched into the final chorus.

“What up, Anaheim?!” Vic yelled into his mic to a scream of cheers and applause. “We’re Arrows in Action, and that was our newest single, Only Be Mine. I’m Vic. We got Matt over here on guitar. Jesse’s on the drums. And Y/N’s over there on bass. We got a few more songs for you all. And if you’re an awesome crowd, we might have a special treat for ya at the end of our set. Sound good?”

We answered him in whoops of cheers and loud applause, causing them all to grin as they launched into their next song.

They played seamlessly through about three more songs, enjoying the feeling of playing live in front of people again, before Y/N whooped into her own mic. “Whoo! It’s hot! Anyone else hot? Y’all staying hydrated out there?” she asked us, before flickering her gaze across the stage at Matt who was wiping his forehead. “You good, Matt?”

“Dude, it’s like a million degrees up here,” he commented, before taking a huge swig from a water bottle.

Y/N laughed. “Right. Y’all gotta understand. Matt’s from the cold states. Then there’s Vic and I who are California natives, technically, right Vic?”

“Yeah, I was born here. But I didn’t live here as long as you did.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So Vic and I are used to the heat. Matt, not so much. And Jesse? How you doing back there, J?”

“Me?” the drummer pointed at himself in confusion “Oh, I’m great!”

“Great enough to give this crowd a real surprise?” she asked, her voice laced with playful trouble, as she looked at all her bandmates. “C’mon, boys what do ya say? Wanna give this crowd something special before we go?”

Again, we all cheered and applauded as encouragement for whatever surprise they had in mind. “Alright!” Vic laughed. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and introduce it then?”

She smiled wide as she turned towards us. “Alright, everybody! We’re Arrows in Action. We’ve had a great time with y’all! So, as a thank you, we’re gonna play a new song that we haven’t released yet. Is that cool with you?” She laughed as she awaited the response of screaming, whistles, and applause. “Alright. This is called Permanent Vacation, which will be available on all listening platforms this Friday. Let’s go!”

Matt started playing a series of chords that sounded incredibly familiar, while the other three clapped to the beat. But right before the lyrics were supposed to come in, Vic started talking into his mic. “Wait, wait, wait!” he laughed. “I don’t know the lyrics to this!”

“So it’s just like every other song,” Y/N teased him with her own laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz that one’s not ours.”

“Be rad if it was though,” she said, and I swear she shot me a wink. “Alright, alright. So, that one’s not ours. But this one definitely is. And it’s definitely called Permanent Vacation. And it’s out Friday.”

A new guitar and drum beat started up and Vic immediately started singing, again with the rest of the band providing back up vocals until the bridge where it was all Y/N. A soft build before a wild yell that would have torn my own vocal chords to shreds.

“I’m locked and loaded, fire away! Permanent vacation from my brain. Extend my stay another day. Far from home, not alone,” they all finished with a flurry of chords. “Thank you!” Vic croaked into the mic. “Thank you guys so much! We’re Arrows in Action, enjoy the rest of your night!”

With tired but happy smiles, they all bowed before exiting the stage. I moved to follow, but thought better of it, going to hit the drink stand first where I bought 5 beers and 4 waters. A small challenge, made slightly easier by the person working the stand putting the water bottles in a grocery bag for me. With that hanging off my arm, I held 2 beers in each hand, and my own in my teeth.

“Cal!” she laughed, her face flushed when I found them lounging in the grass. “You didn’t have to do that,” she told me as she rose to her feet to help me distribute the beers.

“I said I’d get the next round,” I offered up simply, setting down the bag and taking a seat with them all. “I brought you guys water, too.”

“You really didn’t have to do that,” she laughed, tossing the bottles out anyway, and sitting back down, this time next to me.

“Shut up, Y/N, let the man do what he wants,” Jesse said, downing a water bottle in 2 gulps before turning his attention to his beer. “You’re rad. Thank you.”

“For real, man. This was really cool of you,” Vic said.

“Yeah, huge thanks,” Matt nodded.

“What they said, I guess,” Y/N laughed again, following Jesse’s lead of downing her water bottle before going for her beer. “Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good. Thank you, really.”

“Happy to do it,” I answered. “That set was amazing, by the way. And that joke at the end was pretty clever. How long were you planning that?”

She giggled. “Uh, well Jesse and I are much more the 5sos fans than Matt and Vic are. But we’re all familiar with your music. And when we were writing the song, and settled on the title, I suggested that it would be funny to start playing your version if we ever got the chance to play it live. Which meant bugging Matt to learn the guitar parts.”

“So you’re the troublemaker of the band?” I guessed.

She shrugged, and hid behind the rim of her cup. “I mean… Depends on the day.”

We continued to lay in the grass, making small talk as we all finished our beers, before Jesse cleared his throat. “Uh… Matt, Vic. You guys wanna come with me to get a good spot for the rest of the acts?” he asked, the suggestion in his tone heavy.

Matt and Vic shared a look, before nodding. “Yeah, yeah of course,” they said, all three of them getting up.

“You assholes are just gonna leave me?” Y/N asked, looking up at them.

“Just come find us when you’re ready,” they winked. “Thanks again for the beers, Cal.”

“Assholes,” she muttered again as they all made themselves scarce. “Sorry about them.”

I laughed, waving it off. “Nah, it’s cool. And kinda nice, maybe?”

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Uh…” her face flushed. “I mean…” she started to stammer. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I gave a half chuckle, scratching at the back of my neck. “Look, it’s fine if you’re not… I mean, I figure you probably are if they did that for you, cuz they have no reason to do it for my sake. I mean, they’re your friends and bandmates, not mine. But I know a wing man set up when I see it. But if it’s more of a meddling wing man set up, like that’s fine,” I spilled out, before realizing I was rambling.

“No!” she rushed. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” She covered her face in her hands, groaning “Oh, this is so embarrassing…” Her hands moved to push through her hair as she took a long breath to steady herself. “Of course I like you, Cal. Like before I even met you. One of those embarrassing fangirl crush type of deals. And I mean, I’m a bassist in a punk band, so you’re also someone I idolize and take inspiration from.” Slowly her gaze lifted from her lap to lock onto mine. “And then I met you today. And you’re everything I thought you’d be. Thoughtful. Generous. A bit shy, and quiet at times. Nice. And it makes the crush that much stronger, and harder to deal with. Cuz now it’s real. And I feel like I know you. And it’s just… Ugh, it spirals from there, ya know?”

“A good spiral, or a bad spiral?”

“Bit of both? Like the insecurities in me say that you’re an A-list celebrity, while I’m more of like… not an A-lister. My band’s not on the same level yours is. I mean, we play bars and small day festivals. You sell out stadiums and have world tours. There’s a clear discrepancy. But then, another part of me doesn’t give a shit about that. It sees how we’re like-minded. It sees all the ways we click, and all the ways we could work. And that’s where the cocky part comes in, where it sees the like-mindedness and the reasons we could work, and calls you an idiot if you can’t see it too. That, uh, screwed up defense mechanism of it being your loss, ya know?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed. “Sorry. I said a lot. Point is, I do like you. And, that’s that.”

“So the ball’s in my court?”

“Only if you want it to be. And if you don’t, then no. There’s no ball. No court. Just two people who have a few things in common.”

“You wanna hear what I think?”

“Go for it.”

“I think your friends left us for 2 reasons. 1 being that they’re loyal to you, and know how you feel about me. 2 being that they’re also guys. Which gives them a pretty good insight for how I’m feeling too.”

“Uh-huh…” she nodded slowly. “And how you’re feeling is…?”

I could have said the words. But I settled for leaning in, brushing my lips softly against hers for the sweetest of moments, listening to the way her next breath got stuck in her throat. I pulled away, smiling softly at her and shrugging my shoulders.

She traced her lips with her thumb, bewilderment written on her face. “Okay, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“Relax,” I chuckled, stealing her words from earlier. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Well, thanks. I’ll, uh, getcha next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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george-fabian-weasley · 4 years

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George Weasley — 5th December

Summary: You read him a poem as he laid on your chest, loving the sound of your voice.

Words: 1,870 words

Warnings: Major Fluff, I Blushed So Hard so You Shall Too, George Weasley Supremacy 2.0, Makes You Wish You Can Shift Sooner So You Could Have This Moment With Him, So Floofy It Hurts Physically

Disclaimer: S i g h. I am just so in love with this man. The way I blushed so hard through this entire thing is obvious enough I will never love someone as much as I love this 6′3 ginger dork. Ooh, also the poem is mine, I wrote it thinking of George fdhfhjks I’m actually so so nervous to show you guys my poem so I really hope you enjoy it!

“Hey, flower,” George greeted you as soon as he walked in your dorm, seeing you leaning against your headboard, scribbling onto your notebook. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and your friends had told him you had called in sick, so right after dinner, he snuck some leftover food and went straight to your dorm.

“Hello, mysterious handsome man,” You teased and laughed at him narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “How’s your fever, love?” He asked as he walked closer, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sighing in content, “Much better since Madam Pomfrey gave me some potions to drink. They were ghastly, to be honest.”

George chuckled at your fake vomiting, slightly relieved that you were still his same, silly flower.

He sat at the edge of the bed, right beside you as he held a tray of leftover food he had picked out, there were cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, gummy worms, and a bowl of mushroom soup, which when you saw the thick creamy food you gasped, “They had mushroom soup today?!”

The next couple of hours were spent with you and him eating together in bed, you listening to his day today, Fred and Lee had tried to convince him to put some explosive powder into your mushroom soup earlier—you gasped in mock offense—luckily he said no, not wanting to be accidentally murdered in his bed at midnight—you nodded in agreement, he laughed—and the two friends wished you well.

You instantly snatched the bowl and groaned at the taste of the soup on your tongue. George chuckled, “Yeah, reckon you would like a bowl of ‘em in bed.”

“You’re kidding? I would love to have it in bed, blimey you’re the best boyfriend ever, thank you, Georgie.” You gushed as you gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek, which he laughed loudly at.

And you told him about yours, about how ghastly this morning was that you had woken up in cold sweats and practically had to crawl out of your bed to call your friend for help—he was frowning so hard—and Madam Pomfrey had visited you twice during the day, giving you some potions and brought you some food to regain your energy—George planned to surprise Madam Pomfrey with sweets the next day as a thank you—and you spent the rest of your day writing.

“What were you writing? Another poem?” George asked, he had known you had a passion for writing ever since you were little. It doesn’t matter what kind of writing it was, you do everything. From poetry to short stories to even some of Hogwart’s news articles, you love everything there is about writing. Even songwriting, George had to close his mouth manually when he found out you could actually compose songs and sing, he thought he’s had enough reasons to love you as it is when turns out there are more and he’s more pleased to discover all of them over time with you.

“You’re right, actually. I missed you a lot today, so I wrote it for you,” You said with a small smile, eyes tearing away from George shyly.

George had sworn his heart stopped beating for like 5 seconds.

“For me? Really?” He whispered in awe, his smile widening at your blushing cheeks. George was absolutely sure his face was the same hue as his hair at the moment, but his heart was leaping in too much joy to actually care. Seeing you before him trying to hide your heavy blush and trying so hard to contain a big grin with your teeth on your bottom lip had his whole knees weak. You looked mad adorable and all George wished to do at the moment was shrink you into pocket-sized and keep you in his pocket forever.

“I-I mean, no one has written me poems before…” He trailed off, his hand brushing the nape of his neck, feeling extremely giddy and extremely happy. He was usually the one who made you this way, blushing and stuttering, but when it’s your turn, he almost died out of heart attack each time.

“Well, you’re going to be surprised when I tell you that every love poem I’ve written, I thought of you.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his widened eyes, flushed cheeks, with a giddy grin on his lips.

There it is; the heart attack.

“Well I would love to hear you read it for me—excuse me, madam, coming through,” He said, shuffling on the bed closer to you, laying between your legs, his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder perfectly; as if your body was molded solely to hold him this way, and George wouldn’t agree more. You laughed as he finally leaned onto you, sighing in content as he did. You pulled the blanket so it could drape the both of you perfectly, and you leaned your cheek to his forehead.

“Alright, but warning, it’s very very mushy,” You warned, and he smiled a bit wider, “All the more reasons to read it then.”

You reached the leather brown notebook at your other side, flipping the page easily to where you want it due to the lilac feather quill resting between the tea-colored pages, acting as a bookmark.

Your arm beside George rested on his head, massaging his scalp gently as he liked it. George hummed in content as he leaned onto your neck, feeling very comfortable. The warmth from your body behind him and the heavy blanket draped across you both felt so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, ever.

“This is the first poem, I call it 5th December,” You said, and George opened his eyes, “Why 5th December? Isn’t that like, 10 days ago?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I first wrote it then, but I finished it today.” George hummed in understanding, “Go on then.”

“I’m not very good at reciting poems, so excuse me if it doesn’t sound right.” You said and George dramatically sighed, “You’re stalling, love. And even if you say it most horribly, I’ll still love it because you wrote it.”

“Aww, Georgie,” You cooed, kissing his forehead causing him to crack a smile. “Okay, okay, here it goes.” You said and George had his eyes on the notebook you’re holding, scribbles of black lines and paragraphs filled every page.

“Awh, darling.” George cooed and kissed your cheek, causing you to stifle a giggle before going back into reciting mode.

“If you ask what my birthday wish was,

I simply could not tell you because

I don’t wanna say it’s wanting you with me laying down the grass

Together at night with the company of the stars.”

As you read the words, George found himself getting flutters in his stomach. He was so focused now, wanting to hear more of your voice and this poem combined, because to him, there is no such beauty that could compare. All that matters to him as of that moment, was you.

“If you ask what my falling star wish was

I shall simply shake my head just because

It’s hard to describe wanting you by my side each and every night

Taking your hand in mine and waking up with you next in line.”

You looked at him, and George was already looking at you with full adoration. He looked so mesmerized and amazed, you smiled at this; how adorable. You closed the notebook, you had already memorized every line as you had read it over and over for the past day, getting butterflies in your heart as you thought of George every time. With your eyes on him, your soft voice recited the poem again.

“If you ask what my new year’s wishlist was

I would simply put my lips together because

I couldn’t tell you it’s wanting to travel the world with you

And just try together everything new and spend time with you.”

George was in a trance. The beautiful words you crafted together were meant just for him. The poem you shared with him was because of you thinking about him. At that moment, George had thought of something he never would’ve thought during his past relationships.

“If you ask what my clover wish was

I would just laugh and tell you no because

I wish to touch every inch of you every second with all my will

For your lips against mine, I shall need no happy pill.”

He wanted to spend his entire life with you, and no one else but you. He wanted to live with you, to be with you during thick and thin. Because… Because he loves you.

As you finished it, you gave him a gentle smile. There was a silent moment from the both of you, the only sound was the raindrops outside the window, the rhythmic splatter of water was therapeutic, to say the least.

“And if you ask, why won’t you tell me anything of you wished for

Let’s talk about it over a nice cup of tea just brewed

I shall say with the love in my eyes a secret till forevermore

That if I simply say it to you, then none of them would come true.”

You took your time to look at George’s face. Sometimes you had marveled at the fact that you could get this ridiculously beautiful man to be yours, to like you for who you are, to accept each and every quirk you have without any feeling of annoyance or disgust by them.

This ridiculously beautiful man, with lush and soft ginger hair, light colored long eyelashes, the stunning color of brown for eyes, and peach-hued freckles decorating his face like footsteps of an elegant ballerina on stage.

“I am so lucky,” Was all George could breathe out as he leaned upwards, engulfing you into a passionate kiss. George loved every single moment when he kisses you, your lips are nicotine at its best, and he would drop everything to be an addict, an slave for you; for thousands of eternities if he could.

His hands had found the back of your neck, pulling it closer to his direction, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes to relish the moment, your hands already found their place at each side of his jawline, hungrily pulling him closer to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were ghosting each other, his hard breaths hit your swollen lips softly. “What exactly are you lucky for, Weasley?” You breathed out, still panting softly, the smile on your lips grew as it mirrored the lovestruck smile on his lips.

He kissed your nose, and the rosy cheeks returned, “For you, for the poem, for you reading the poem, for you writing the poem while thinking of me,” You giggled and he joined with a chuckle, a soft smile on his face, “For everything. I love you, my flower.”

“I love you too,” you bit your lips, trying your hardest to contain a smile, “If this is what I get after reading you a poem then do you wanna hear the second one?” George laughed loudly; happy and content just being there with you.

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Sweet Candy

Pairing: Yelena x Fem!reader

Genre: Romance, fluff, modern AU

A/N: This story is a little bit longer, so I suggest you bring your fav beverage, play your fav songs, and enjoy your free time this weekend by fantasizing about Yelena 💕 Suddenly I wanna make a tsundere Yelena, and I think I love every side of Yelena. I gave the title Sweet Candy bc between you and Yelena are really sweet like a candy 🥺 💕 I hope you like it, and I hope you understand my English because I’m poor at grammar hehe.

Summary: Your apartment was on fire, your best friend, Zeke, couldn't help you bc he wanted to fix his relationship with his gf. He insisted you stay in Yelena’s house for a while. After you stayed in Yelena’s house for weeks, on Valentine's Day, Yelena did something that opens up your mind and changed your life forever!

Warning: Explicit Content!

You just started your first year in university. You decided to study abroad, because your childhood friend, Zeke, had already come and being an international student, and that was inspired you as you saw his student life looked so interesting.

A couple of months ago you came to the same university as Zeke, and only a few days ago you got an unpleasant event when your apartment was on fire. So today, Zeke told you to come to his best friend’s house to stay in their home for a while.

You have just arrived at Zeke's friend's house, and you are standing in front of the door. On the third knock, the door opened. The tall-ass blonde, the one who opened the door, looked at you suspiciously.

By ignoring her expression, you smiled widely. “Hi! You must be Yelena! I’m Y/N, nice to meet ya!”

Before she responded to your words, you stepped into her house. “Wow! Your house is so lovely!”

Yelena’s eyes widened as you came into her house. “I’m sorry, but who the hell are you?” She asked with an annoyed tone.

You turned your body around to look at her, “Ah! Zeke hasn't told you yet?” You threw yourself on the couch, “I’m sorry for coming to your house so suddenly without prior notice, but in my condition, I also have no choice. So he asked me to come to your house, and he will give you further details later.”

She stared at you with a gaze full of confusion. You smiled nervously, “I’m sorry but I’m really bad at explaining.”

She held her index finger to her temple, “just hold a sec!” She brought and placed you in front of the door then she closed it.

You sighed and smiled sadly. You can understand her conduct, however, you are just a stranger to her. You sat on the step in front of her house, waiting and thinking, if she refuses you, maybe you have to find another motel or guest house nearby to campus.

In the house. Yelena grabbed her phone on the desk and called Zeke. On the third ring, Zeke picked up the call.

“ZEKE! What the hell did you do to me?!” She said indignantly.

“I meant to call you. So, she must have arrived at your house?” he asked.

Even though she knew Zeke wouldn’t see her face, she still nodded her head. “Uh-huh! And why the fuck she came to my house?! I mean, who the hell is she??

Yelena can hear Zeke sighed, “Yelena, listen. Y/N is my hometown friend, my grandmother even considered her as her own grandchild and I considered her as my lil’ sister. She studied in the same university as us. But unfortunately, her apartment was on fire the day before yesterday, it was on the news, you knew it, right?

“I immediately brought her to my place when it happened. She only had me in this city because she hasn’t had many friends in her department. She slept in my place last night, but my girlfriend was really upset when she saw Y/N in my apartment.

“You know my relationship was on the rocks, so it’s hard for my girlfriend to believe that Y/N is just my friend. So please, accept her in your house until she finds a new apartment, or until my girlfriend believes me and allows her to stay in my apartment. Okay?” he explained.

“It's so sudden,” Yelena replied.

“Please, I'm begging you. I'm so worried about her, she had no luck in her life, so you're the one I can trust to help her,” Zeke pleaded.

“Does she really have no relatives or friends here?”

“No, she only had me. You know we’re foreign students. She just started her first year in our university. I can’t let her stay in her new friends’ house, I ain’t trusting them. I really want to help her but unfortunately, I can’t help her right now because I wanna fix my relationship with my girlfriend, I’m screwed without her. You owed me so it’s time to repay the favor by allowing Y/N to stay in your house for a while. I promise she won't do such annoying things during her stay. She’s a good girl.”

Yelena sighed, “fine! I’ll allow her to stay in my house JUST for a while.”

“I know I can count on you!” Said Zeke happily.

“I told you, I can’t blame your girlfriend because you fucked every girl you met before you dated her. So take your responsibility and be a good man! I’m out!” Yelena turned off her phone.

When Yelena opened the door, she saw you walk through the yard to leave her house. “Hey! Wait!” She shouted.

You turned your head immediately when you heard her voice.

“I just called Zeke and- you can stay here for a while,” she said.

You smiled happily, “really?!” She nodded. You’re walking toward her and hugging her. “Thank you!”

Yelena looked awkward, “whoa- whoa- what is it for?”

“It’s my habit to hug someone when I’m happy,” you answered. “And- this is the reason why Zeke’s girlfriend was upset when she came to his place and she saw me hug him,” you continued, speaking more to yourself than to Yelena.

But Yelena can still hear your voice, she let out a long sigh, “the two of you really are weirdos! Come in!”

This time, Yelena lets you come to her house. And since today, you’ll stay in her house together. You told your story about the fire in your apartment and when Zeke brought you to his apartment until his girlfriend came over. You convinced her that you won’t stay long in her house until you find a new apartment. You believed Zeke so much, so when he insisted that you have to stay in Yelena’s house, you obeyed him without question. If Zeke believes Yelena, so you believe her as well.

She lets you sleep in the guest room. You asked her how much you have to pay for the room, but she refused it and told you it was just for a while so you don’t have to pay her except you paid yourself for a meal.

You stayed in Yelena’s house for almost a week. You thought she was a little bit cocky with an unfriendly attitude, but she is just a straightforward person with an expressionless face. She's nice actually, at least she still lets you stay in her house until now because you discovered difficulties to find a new apartment. People might consider her as a male because of her masculine figure, and she is a very tall woman with a height of six feet three inches. For you, she’s the perfect figure for the androgynous look, she look pretty and handsome at the same time. Her hair is blonde in a short bob with straight bangs, and it suits her well. You bet she’s pretty famous among girls or boys.

Even so, you found that her friends are just Zeke and Onyankopon, a cool and nice black guy. You found out quickly because she rarely hangs out with other friends except for Zeke and Onyankopon, but she's good at negotiating with others. You often see her talking on the phone with her business partner, and in the end, she smiled with satisfaction and told you that she reached an advantageous deal. She’s also an ambitious person.

Yeah, she’s a third-year business student just like Zeke, so she often gets the assignments for making a brand or a start-up from her lecturers. Well, maybe now you can be her new good friend, you’re a friendly and funny person, so it’s not hard for you to get along with her.

“What the hell are you doing in the kitchen for hours??” Yelena asked you on the phone. You can hear the class ambiance behind her voice.

“How did you know?” you asked.

“You didn't realize? I’ve been watching you from the CCTV in every corner of my house. Even when you did some silly movements in front of the TV to workout,” she explained.

You turned your head to the upper corner where the CCTV hangs. You looked at that with surprise. How can you not realize that there are many CCTVs in her house, and she's been watching you all the time!

“You! You're a sly peeper!”

She chuckled, “my house, my rule. So what are you up to?”

“I’m making chocolate. Valentine's Day is almost coming, so I wanna make delicious chocolate for my crush. Don't worry, I'll clean up the kitchen when I’m done.”

“Chocolate? That sucks! Why are you in such a hurry? It's still a week 'till Valentine's Day.”

You rolled your eyes, “as you know, I suck at cooking, so I need to learn to make un chocolat parfait.”

“Ah! And I still remember how horrible an omelet you made!” her tone was almost mocking.

“I know you're really good at cooking, but please don't be so mean to me.”

She laughed slightly, “okay. Do what you want. Bye.”

You thought you would be able to make perfect chocolate for your crush instantly, but it’s not that easy! Luckily, Yelena was kind enough to permit you to use her kitchen often. Although she’s good at cooking, she can't help you to give you some advice to make chocolate because she hates sweets. You practice almost every day until the V day comes, and efforts won’t betray you, you did your best to make beautiful and delicious chocolate.

“Finally-” you said while straightening your back and stretching your aching muscles, feeling incredibly relieved. Today is Valentine’s day, now you can go to college before the morning class starts, and give this beautiful chocolate you made to a Mister Perfect.

“You did it?” asked Yelena, you saw her standing on the stairway in the kitchen, still wearing her pajamas. And she stepped down to the floor.

“I did it!” you said happily. You looked at the wristwatches, “and I can go to the morning class on time. How could I've been awesome with that! Ah, I bought savory croissants you like and made hot coffee on the dining table. It's just a little reward for letting me use your kitchen, and as a valentine's gift.” You smiled and winked at her.

For the first time, she looked at you with eyes that sparkled. She smiled slightly, “thanks- So, when are you going to give that chocolate to the unlucky guy?”

You smiled at her, sometimes, she can be an innocent, sarcastic woman. “Perhaps, during lunchtime. He’s a second-year student in the Political Sciences Department, and he’s the coolest guy I’ve ever met on campus. When he puts on his football uniform, he's even cooler!” you said full of joy while imagining your crush’s face.

She rolled her eyes, “I don't give a shit. Besides, giving chocolate to the boys on Valentine’s Day is kinda old fashioned. Why don't you give him a bouquet or a concert ticket?”

“I- I don't know. Isn't that something men always do?”

She clucked her tongue, “it’s women’s emancipation.”

“You're right!” you said eagerly. “Chocolate and flowers! That's cool! I’ll buy flowers for him, too! Thank you, Yelena, you're brilliant!” and you left her to go to campus.

In the late afternoon, it’s a beautiful day at the end of winter, the warmth of the sun is still accompanying people on the outside.

It’s valentine’s day, a day full of love. But all you can feel is the cold wind in your heart, the day gets grey, and pain haunts you. You remembered all the hurtful things he said to you, you feel so rejected by him. It really hurts when you expect so much more from a person you once liked so much. You’ve liked him ever since the first day of college.

Love can sometimes be magic but magic can sometimes just be an illusion. Before you realize it, the tears stream down your face. You walked so slow in Yelena’s neighborhood.

You heard the horn behind you. “Ayo, Taffy! Walking to my house?” That’s Yelena with her car, driving very slowly to follow your steps.

You turned your head to her. She looked at you with a surprise, “Hey, you okay?”

“I- I’m okay,” you said sobbing.

Without asking you first, she scrambled out of the car, and put you in the front passenger seat of the car, and got behind the wheel.

“What happened?” she asked gently.

You cried harder when she asked that. Moments later, you told her your story when you got a raw rejection from your crush. “He even called me fat and I'm not his type. I mean, I’m okay with his ridicule, it's a fact after all. But when he mocked my chocolate, that's when I felt hurt. Anyhow, it was my hard work you even helped me make it,” and you cried again.

“I did nothing, you made it yourself with love,” she said and she turned her vehicle around.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m going to give that motherfucker a lesson.”

“You- WHAT?”

“Gimme his location!”

“Yelena- No! Turn around your car! Let's just go home.”

She gazed at you in silence for a while, “just shut the fuck up and keep your seat belt fastened!” she spoke firmly.

In the end, you just let her drive to the university yard where your crush and his friends are hanging around. Yelena insisted on giving him a lesson. Your heart raced when you saw her walk through the yard and stepped closer to the table where your crush sat.

Your crush stopped laughing when she stood in front of him, it also gave his friends in silence and looked at her in confusion. “Ayo! Rough guy!” She greeted him with a condescending tone.

“Who the hell are you, tomboy?” he asked her.

“Nobody, just a courier. I delivered a package for you,” she showed him a chocolate box and a bouquet.

“Ah, that’s from Y/N, huh? Take back, I ain't gonna need that. If I take that shit, I’m afraid that fatty would think I will accept her feelings.”

Yelena spat on the ground, “you know I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is the guy like you. You're more gay than I am, y’know? Before you mocked her, look at yourself in the mirror whether you're better than her or not! You think you're perfect, huh?”

Yelena threw the flowers and the chocolate on your crush’s face. Her hands in the fluid movement to deliver precisely aimed blows to a startled opponent.

“What the fuck!” He shouted out in shock. Getting rid of the flowers on his face and the chocolate stains off his jacket.

“Take that, you motherfucker! You should've respected her! It shows her love and hard work!” Yelena grunted, “but at least I’m relieved she wouldn't fall for an asshole like you again.” And she left him without waiting for his response.

You watched what Yelena did to him far behind, and it gives you a new perspective that you adore her so much.

“Thank you,” you said gently when you and she sat in the car.

“For what?”

“For everything. Why are you so kind to me? I mean, I am the one who often troubles you, but you still want to add a new enemy, because of me. I’ve seen everything you’ve done to him, and I really appreciate it.” You laughed strangely, “you were very rude to him, but I think he deserved it.

She grunted, “that son of a bitch deserves worse. Why do you think I'm doing this to you?” She looked at you seriously with her deep voice.

You find it difficult to answer. In silence, you looked at each other. You felt an odd feeling when you looked into her big beautiful eyes. You felt captivated by the look in her eyes, so you couldn't move your body when you realized her body moved closer to yours as she tried to kiss you.

As though conscious of what she was about to do, she stopped and sat up straight again. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “and the only one who can make fun of you is me.” She stared at the last small chocolate box on your lap. “Oh, there’s one more.”

“Yup, there is. Don’t worry, I’ll throw away this thing.”

She grabbed the small box immediately, “don’t! I’ll eat it.”

“What? Don't you hate sweets?”

“It’s okay if it's your make,” she eats a piece of chocolate you made. “Umm- not bad, ” she smiled slightly after she finished eating, then she turned the engine on.

After the incident on Valentine’s day, you can't look at her in the same way again, you felt confused about your feelings towards her. You thought she was just your friend, but now you realized you want her more than just a friend. You don't want to ruin your friendship with her, you need to find a new apartment as soon as possible no matter how to keep a distance from her and reset unnecessary feelings.

Luckily, you got a new apartment so you can leave Yelena’s house. Yelena and Zeke helped you pack the stuff and decorate your new room. After those busy days, you can finally enjoy your free time in your new apartment, all alone. And it gives you extra time to prioritize your revenge plan, once you've accepted the insult of the guy you liked. And a wise man said the best revenge is to improve yourself.

On the other hand, you wouldn't believe how much Yelena missed you. She felt empty when she stayed alone, she missed your presence in her house. She once got so annoyed by your noisy existence, but now she really wants to hear all your ridiculous babbling. When she thought of you, she smiled slightly, she didn't believe she could fall for a silly girl like you. Silly but sweet.

Since when did this feeling grow in her heart? She didn't know. Little thing she knew, you're the sweetest, most sincere girl she's ever met. Sometimes she wishes you could open your heart to a girl like her, but she doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable if she expresses any romantic interest in you. To get rid of all her thoughts about you, she occupied herself with the project the lecturer gave her. It is funny, you two are mutually interested in each other, but you two are too afraid to express your feelings.

Time flies so fast. Spring break is over. You are ready to open a new chapter of your life in this warm spring. You were viral by the rejection video of your crush to you, it was a nightmare because everyone recognizes you with something you don't want to be. But now, everyone on campus is amazed by the change you made to yourself. And the best thing is, your crush seems regretful that he has rejected and said something cruel to you. Now, you have some respect from others.

“Wow, I heard an issue that you're now some big news and one of the hotties in this university.”

You heard a familiar voice when you walked alone in the park near your faculty building. You frowned at your face and turned around your body, your eyes widened as you saw a big-beauty blonde standing behind you.

“Long time no see and, look at you, you've changed a lot! Now you've become- a Barbie doll? Eww! You look more ugly than before when you still have those fats in your body,” she continued.

You chuckled, “we’ve lived together under the same roof for almost three weeks, and I got your own dictionary. When you say no, it means yes. So when you say I’m ugly, it means I’m pretty?”

“Jesus, no! I tell the truth, I swear, the new you is ugly.”

“I, I just wanna love myself more by changing my lifestyle to make it healthier,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Whatever. I rather like your old appearance because now you’re a little conscious. Many morons will steal glances at you.”

“What?”

She sighed heavily, “something that didn’t change in you is you still slow like a sloth! Then, I’m leaving!”

“Hey, wait!” You grabbed her long arm to hold her step, “it’s unfair you come and go like a fart!”

Just one touch from you gives her a magical sensation. She then grabbed your hands and pulled your body to get closer to hers.

“I miss you so much! I can’t even stop thinking about you once you leave my house,” she hoarsely whispered.

She bent over you and kissed you. You were shocked by her sudden act, but her kiss is pure, fresh, and thirst-quenching. You felt her stiffening in surprise when you kissed her back, then she continued to insert her tongue into your mouth and moved wildly to play with yours. You two now are kissing so passionately, feeling the burn by the lust of each other.

“So this means, we’re stepping to the next level” she asked with a broad smile on her face. She looked happy.

You smiled mischievously, “what do you think?”

I think Yelena is the type who can make a straight girl gay. Who can ignore this big-beauty-badass bae 🥵🥵

My fav quotes from Yelena in this story 💕

Yelena to your crush: “...I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is a guy like you. You're gayer than I am, y’know?”

[she acted like a gentleman 🥰]

Sweet moments with Yelena 💕

Yelena to you: “Why do you think I'm doing this to you?”

[and you two were looked at each other until she tried to kiss you but she stopped it 😔]

You to Yelena: “Yup. I’ll throw away this thing.”

Yelena to you: “Don’t! I’ll eat it.”

You to Yelena: “Don’t you hate sweets?”

Yelena to you: “It’s okay if it’s your make.”

[then she ate your chocolate even she hates sweets 🥺]

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