#i need another mosh pit in

[tramaqueen]

[burningcomputerpersona]

what an incredible fucking show

[moshpitpuppyx]

what do you mean a real good nights sleep for the first time in weeks and a shit on of caffeine would make me hyper . who could’ve expected this

[ms-demeanor]

So I have vision insurance again which means I was able to go to the optometrist and get glasses through insurance for the first time in 11 years (instead of paying out of pocket and getting glasses from zenni) and here are my notes:

It's *NOT GREAT* that Luxotica is mentioned by name on the insurance card printout

I know everything got more expensive in the last ten years, but frames also got a lot more expensive and for some reason there was a huge gap in prices - my insurance covered $130 for frames and the office had a bunch of frames for $70 and a bunch of frames for $150 but basically no frames between those two price points.

When you say "I can't afford to go over the allowance" on XYZ thing they are not even *considering* the cost of progressive bifocals. So I was like "no coating, cheap frames, no extras" and then they were like "okay so the progressive bifocal is going to be over a hundred dollars more" and I was like "how much is the bifocal with a line" and they were like "oh that's only $15 but we don't consider that appropriate for your age, we recommend this other kind of lens" and it doesn't matter what you consider age appropriate for me, I can't afford that so we're not doing that.

The seventy dollar frames are all kind of trash. Super thin, super bendy, and not in a good "flexible fit" way but more in a "if you fall asleep in these you will wake up with broken glasses" way.

They wrote down my reading prescription wrong? For the last ten years I've been slowly creeping up from +.25 to my current +2.50; they told me it had increased but the printout said +.75 so either my prescription has been wrong for a while or they missed the 2 at the front of that number and my glasses are going to show up with a low magnification. (I noticed after I'd left the office but before the glasses arrived).

Given all of that, with insurance: $25 for a pair of glasses, which included the office copay.

So then of course I went to zenni and ordered glasses anyway because I've been wearing the same frame design for seven years and want another pair that look exactly like that.

Progressive bifocals WERE the most expensive part of the order, and because my prescription is stronger they are getting progressively more expensive - initially the upgrade to bifocal cost something like $30 for a lower magnification, now they're $85 for the stronger prescription.

And that's it, that's the expensive part. Fifteen dollar frames, five dollar anti-reflective coating, total for bifocals was around a hundred dollars; I got a pair of single-vision sunglasses for under $20.

Part of the reason I decided to spend more at zenni than at my optometrist's office was because I was able to get good, sturdy frames that I know fit my face and will survive mosh pits and me falling asleep on them without cracking. In order to get the same thing at the optometrist's office I would have had to pay thirty dollars more for lenses as well as forty more for frames so I would have walked out of there paying more for a pair of glasses with frames that I wasn't super excited about (there was a pair that was *okay* but not great that were similar in construction to my current frames but more bulky and square) than I did for glasses that I know I like and a pair of sunglasses.

I did end up paying less out of pocket for the visit than I would have without the insurance, and $15 for a pair of back-up glasses isn't bad. But it was all-in-all a frustrating experience.

However: I've been wearing the same pair of glasses for three years and the anti-reflective coating is worn away in some places and they're so scratched that they're impossible to actually clean in some places and large bastard looked through them last week and was like "OH! No wonder you can't tell when you need to clean your windshield! You don't get to drive at night until those are replaced" so no matter what glasses I'm wearing next week they're going to be an improvement.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Something Special

A/n: No one asked for Nikki but I like Nikki Idc that he's 65 HE'S PRETTY this is also so not how he'd react but I thought it was cute so sue me

Warnings: Smut, reader is a little bit of a stalker, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), slight angst, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Nikki Sixx. Six foot tall crude bassist of big glam band Motley Crue.

You were obsessed.

You went to as many of their shows as you could, attending any after parties they had, all in the hopes of ‘accidentally’ running into Nikki and having the night you’d been touching yourself to for the past few months.

You couldn’t help it. You were all alone in bed with nothing but your thoughts to fuel you, no wonder your hand slid down between your thighs. Countless times you’d pretended it was Nikki’s hand pleasuring you, picturing his soft lips caressing the shell of your ear and whispering the dirtiest things to you, the room filled with your moans of his name and curses spilling out of you like a mantra.

At long last you got your hands on a backstage pass to one of Motley’s concerts. You got yourself all ready, wearing an outfit you were sure would catch Nikki’s attention. Leather skirt with matching boots, ripped fishnets and a cropped band shirt with a leather jacket thrown over to keep you warm. You spent hours on your hair and makeup all with the thoughts of what it would look like completely ruined by the end of the night.

You made it into the mosh pit, getting right up close to the stage where Nikki was. It was about halfway through the concert and you begrudgingly came to the realisation that you looked just like every other girl in the crowd. You knew that this whole time, it was always in the back of your mind that everyone trying to get with Nikki would be dressed how they thought he would want them to dress.

It killed your mood and you almost thought about not going backstage. Almost.

The concert ended, they came back out for their encore before hiding away again, inviting those with passes to come on backstage. Since that was you, you followed the herd heading that way.

As expected it was another party, a Motley Crue party. You walked around on the sides, slipping past people in the search of Nikki. You thought you saw him a few times but he always seemed to slip away. Eventually it led you to a door that you stared up at in awe.

There was a small placard on it that read ‘Nikki Sixx’.

You found his dressing room.

You thought for a moment. You couldn’t really go in there, could you? Of course you could, and you did, sneaking in without anyone noticing.

There was a couch on one side, a vanity on the other and in the middle was a small table covered in snacks and drinks and drinks and even more drinks with a small mirror dusted with a bit of white powder. But none of that intrigued you as much as the pile of clothes in the corner.

Of course the costumes they wore on stage were very extra and it made sense that they would change into them upon arrival rather than come in wearing them.

You got closer and saw a pair of boxers placed atop the pile. Your mind filled with a lustful haze as you got on your knees and held the piece of clothing to your nose, inhaling his salty, musky scent, getting high on his pheromones.

Your hand moved down to your heat, pulling your skirt up so it bunched at your hips, giving you better access to yourself. You’d decided not to wear panties, the whole goal was to get with Nikki so why would you need them? Your skirt was tight enough anyway so you figured it would be fine. Right now, though, your only concern was Nikki and his garment now in your hand, shoved into your face as your eyes rolled back in euphoria.

Then, the door opened. Your neck snapped to the direction of the disturbance, your breath heavy and fast, your hand frozen on your swollen clit. It was Nikki, and he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by your presence.

You stared at him as he took a seat on the couch and poured himself a shot of Jack Daniels. He swallowed it quickly and poured another. “Well don’t stop.” He encouraged before downing the second shot.

You stayed put for a moment, unsure of what to do. When your mind finally caught up to what was happening you crawled over to him, situating yourself between his legs and looking up at him all wide eyed.

Nikki smiled down at you and placed his shot glass back down on the table before relaxing back into the couch. “You got yourself a backstage pass so you could sneak in here, huh?” He asked, sounding more proud than anything. “I saw you in the crowd, you know.” That caught your attention. “Shaking your ass for all those losers out there.”

“You saw me?” You asked, looking up at him with stars in your eyes.

Nikki chuckled and nodded. “Of course I did,” he said, one of his big hands cupping your cheek, “couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” Your cheeks hurt with how you were smiling. Nikki’s thumb swept over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. “I’ve seen you before.” He said, pressing his thumb on your tongue. “At other shows, you follow us around don’t you?” You nodded and Nikki smirked. “Figured, that’s why I led you in here.” You paused.

“You led me in here?” You asked, pulling away slightly. Nikki nodded.

“Of course, when I kept seeing you dressed up it was pretty easy to tell what you wanted, when I saw you in the crowd tonight I decided to give you what you wanted.” His hand went to the back of your head, guiding you forward until your head was resting on his thigh. “Good girls deserve rewards.”

Your head bobbed up and down, taking his dick further down your throat. Nikki’s hand was still holding your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he pushed you down his length. His head fell back on the couch as he let out deep guttural groans.

He was twitching in your throat and his noises were getting louder. He started bucking his hips up and holding your head in a tighter grip to the point where he was fucking your face, using your mouth as a fleshlight. You were getting light headed and you were loving every moment of it.

Soon he was cumming down your throat, pushing your face into his crotch as his hips snapped up a few final times. You pulled away when he let you and took a few deep breaths, finally getting to breathe again.

Nikki laughed at you as you regained your breath. He grabbed your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks harshly. “Let me see.” He demanded. You opened your mouth to show him you swallowed it all and he gave your cheek an affirming pat. “Alright, you can go now.” He said as he relaxed back into the couch.

You were at a loss for words. All this time you waited for that? No way, you needed more, you deserved more. “But-but I was good.” You said, not moving from your spot on the floor between his spread legs.

Nikki looked down at you with a raised brow. “So? Plenty of good girls out there, what more do you want?” You bit your lip. He was right, there were so many other girls out there that wanted him just as much as you. Still, you weren’t gonna let this be all there was.

You stood up and got on his lap, holding his face in your hands and crashing your lips down on his. No matter what you did, how much you moaned or whined against him, if your tongue explored his mouth, he just didn’t care. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, it carried such a demeaning tone to it.

You ground yourself on his thigh, needy cunt craving any kind of friction. Still, no reaction from him. It was just like you weren’t even there.

Hot tears trickled down your cheeks, tainting the kiss with a saltiness. Nikki’s hand came up to your shoulders, pushing you away gently and you could see the genuine concern in his eyes as he wiped your tears. “Are you crying? Why are you crying?” He asked in such a sympathetic tone it caught you completely off guard. Just a moment ago he couldn’t care less about you, and before that he was using you as his own personal fucktoy.

You sniffled softly and Nikki pulled you tight to him, letting you hide your wet face in the crook of his neck. “Shh, shh, come on now, there’s no need to cry.” He whispered to you. “Pretty girls like you don’t need to be crying.” You sniffled again.

“You think I’m pretty..?” You muttered. He held your face in his hands again as he looked at you.

“Of course I think you’re pretty, only an idiot would think otherwise.” He kissed your forehead.

“But-” You spoke only to be cut-off.

“I don’t wanna hear it, tell me you’re pretty.” You stared at him blankly. “Say it. Say you’re pretty.” He repeated. You hesitated, was this a trick? Some kind of sick mind game?

“I-I’m pretty...” You mumbled. Nikki shook his head.

“Say it like you fucking mean it.” You didn’t say anything, still unsure of what was really happening. Nikki rolled his eyes and grabbed his half hard dick, pumping it a few times. “This is what you wanted, right? Wanted me to fuck you?” Your gaze fell to his pretty dick, all leaky and glistening from your saliva still. You gave a slow nod. “I’m gonna fuck that thought into you.” You were still confused but you understood that you were getting just what you’d always wanted.

Nikki ripped over your fishnets, tearing down your thighs before pushing into you. Your jaw dropped over in a silent moan as your eyes shut tight. All those nights you’d spent imagining what it would be like to have him inside you, nothing compared to this feeling.

He laid you down on the couch, your shirt had been tossed to the floor, leaving you fully exposed for Nikki to gawk at as he thrusted into you at a brutal pace, his thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit. It had your mind running wild. “Fuck, Nikki! Nikki, ‘m close!” You moaned, back already arching off of the couch.

“Say you’re pretty.” He grunted. You looked up at him with a confused expression. “Say you’re pretty.” He repeated in a stern tone.

You let out a whine. “I-’m pretty.” You mumbled, hoping it would satisfy him.

He stopped and pulled out of you completely. Leaving your cunt fluttering for more. “If you don’t mean it you can’t cum.” He said in a degrading tone. “Tell me one thing that is pretty about you.” Your mind wasn’t working too fast but you still tried to come up with something while the bassist stared down at you. “Seriously? Not even one thing?” You sucked your bottom lip.

“I-I think I have pretty eyes..?” You said. Nikki rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, do you hate yourself?” You stared at him. “Say it again.”

“I... think I-”

“No!” Nikki stopped you. “Say one thing that’s pretty about you.”

Again you hesitated. “I have pretty eyes.” You said in an almost confident voice.

Nikki huffed. “We’re not leaving until you love yourself.” There was a determination in his eyes you’d never noticed before. Oftentimes when you’d see pictures of him with other girls he’d have a smirk or something but there was never this in his eyes. There was something special about you.

[the-monkeies-girl]

Chimp Mosh Pit. ( Noa x Human! Reader. ) Part 10.

*Bad Ape voice* ohhhhh noooooo.

Title: Chimp Mosh Pit. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( Violence, weapons used, Ape Aggression, mentions of blood, intense moments of being on deaths door step. Good luck. ) Pairing: Noa x Human!Reader. Words: 7.1K+ Summary: Remember when you said Death brought new beginnings? READ THE SERIES HERE.

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There was one thing that was clearer than the river Noa and you enjoyed time and time again as a peaceful offering between Echo and Ape. Something that ran through the land like splitting opinions, slicing its torrent edges against an already weak sediment, taking advantage of the submission of dirt and claiming it as their own with a flush of moisture; a fighter in its own way that was never known to either of you as you thought it to be tame, soothing and gentle like the Clan itself. The Eagle Clan were not combative. Surely, there was the juxtaposition that they inherently were from being Apes, more powerful in countless other aspects than just strength to their Echo counterparts. 

But Noa knew --- at least he tried to convince his racing mind, the tenderizing of his flesh from another fist ghosting over his rib cage for a moment as if the male Ape were lost in the time that floated between then and now, scattering memories of your gazes, your hands near his own, the red seeping from his nose, the snarling of teeth flushed with his gargling saliva and iron-tasting blood…  Noa needed to remember how it felt to be pulverized in order to learn, in order to garner attention from you, sending a spiral of fear to radiate down his entire spine, down to his legs where he told himself he needed to keep standing and to not run away. 

What… If he never did? What if he never got you to look at him with those eyes that said more than anything that was ever said before? 

Your scent was still powerful, rising and falling into his nose like you were basking in front of him on a hot day, your chest wildly adorned with sweat as he watched a few droplets fall beneath the bridge of your breast, obscured by fabric as you flashed him a smile that was undetectable, your eyes knowing that he had been watching the delectation of moisture build up against your skin, feeling so envious that it got to caress you in the ways that he wanted to, how Noa yearned to leave a trail of his own spit morbidly against any crevice you would let him sink into.

The Clan seemed such a tack-note to him, shame rising at the idea that he’d let them burn it down now if it meant he could run towards you, to find where Soona had taken you, just to bargain against your unconscious, emotionless face… Wake up for me, please… I let you go once, I will never do it again… 

All you need to do…

Was.

Wake.

Up.

For me.

From his travels with Raka and the other Echo he had experienced, having to defending himself against the likes of a Bonobo who had many more years of experience, having to stand up for his Clan who considered him not worthy of the title Master of the Birds, it was clear in the way they looked at him compared to his Father, Noa needed to remember. How often he wondered if he’d ever set a standard like that with his own hands, with his own mind but it seemed impenetrable until he came out victorious once and he was suddenly engorged with power he didn't know how to yield, and having fought a Tyrant King only to burden a crown twice as heavy.

But, he thought back to it and looked at Anaya next to him, sharing an all knowing glance of self-preservation, knowing they were both on the same wavelength, a sure fire way to know that they were born within a blazing sunset, they shared their feelings without having to verbalize, they emoted their consciousness by sharing a stare, nothing more, green digging into more green that in itself, held the answer to everything, held the fire that was needed to come out victorious. In unison, they both looked back towards the threat. 

This was a fight intended for two Apes and a group of six Echo, their weapons unknown but surely tucked away, disguised and waiting, bloodthirsty for the moment where they got to taste flesh and bone. Anything - Noa’s eyes flickered against the horse, anything there, tied to the rear of the animal in the bags it carried heavily against it side sadistically, the dangling of a dagger against the female Echo in the forefront for his vision, it was placed on her chest, wrapped around her neck like a piece of ceremonious jewelry, flashing Noa to think of the necklaces his Father wore, so mild in their design, but so powerful and spoke words that did not need to be spoke. His stomach turned.

Anything could be used against them, Noa knew but was his mind able to comprehend such details in the midst of a fight? Would his instincts finally rest themselves against his diaphragm so he could fight to defend what was his?

Noa felt a subversive and uncomfortable notion resting inside of him, something that consecutively played against his greatest weakness and years of self-deprecating comparisons to his Father - He felt confident. Something that made the bile rise in the back of his throat, and no amount of swallowing was going to get it to go away so he opted to growl towards the male in a display of power, in a way that told him that he was going to adversely rip the very emotions off his face and hold them in his hand as a victory, blood spearing against Noa and marking him a capable Leader of the finest order, a monster in all regards, tongue sweeping over sharpened canines as he’d beam at the crunch the Echo body would make upon impact on the ground. 

Such gruesome thoughts flashing before him that he couldn’t get out of the forefront of his vision--- Your eyes swollen shut, mouth ajar with bloodied saliva falling from it, the fragile bob of your head, Noa wanting nothing more than to take it into his hands, flashing him back in time to the moments when you complained about your neck being sore after sleeping weird --

Such thoughts tangling with the aggression in his beating skull were all he needed. He knew Anaya could do this, there was no lack of confidence in his friend being more agile and a bit of a showoff at times and he was aware that it was a brilliant tactic to use in a fight against already intelligent Echo’s who probably had their own aberrant plan of what they were going do. 

Noa was an intellectual fighter, using things available to him instead of brute strength, something that rested uneasily in the taut muscles of his body, not fully used to the potential he wanted but that was more due to strength never needing to be used extensively in hand-to-hand combat.

He had--- His leafy gaze caught eyes with the female and he felt his mouth drop at the pure malice that dripped from her darkened irises as she stared right back at him, like a black queen on her throne she pierced down at him from the saddle of her horse. Noa had played his nature as an Ape once before, something that should make him a good fighter along the tree of life, and it cost his Fathers life and half the village, the countless that were lost then and then more that were lost in the aquatics when Mae blew up the dam holding back water.

Chimps… Could not swim, his hands grazing against bodies in the water as he tried to fight for the rest of them, knowing he had caused deaths in himself and in others. He’d lost Raka to the same force of nature, he had lost many of his Clan, and he was bargaining now inside of his mind how many could be lost by another element as he caught wind of the smoke blowing from the torches the Echo’s held, getting a mouth full of a disgusting tweed from the hut that had already been set on fire. 

Once again, he thought to himself and drew a hard breath in through his nose, the Eagle Clan were peaceful Apes - They never had a reason to fight other Apes, let alone an Echo pack. He was smart - that was the only confidence that was seeping from his pores, the rest of the notions were all superficial and ungrazed, unused and made Noa want to hunch in on himself near his Fathers grave and apologize once more for not being able to stop the infliction of destruction.

Dilated green eyes, eclipsed like the moon that beckoned in on a scheduled basis in the sky, sank into the male and tracing any lines of intellect that he was able to detect. There was nothing for him to analyze there, his mind racing at the prospect that were were some Echo’s whose eyes were unreadable - Unlike.. Noa’s hand balled into a fist before relaxing again at his side, waiting to sign to Anaya that it was time. 

Unlike your eyes. 

Noa’s hackles rose upon his shoulders at the scope of them captivating his own in a wild dance that he didn't know the steps to, breathing more rapid fire than before as he prepared his body, the muscles rippling from the aspect that he was more than likely going to get hit, leaving an undertone of uncomfort to lift in his mind along with the fur of his body. Noa’s fingers flexed at his side. 

‘Go.’

Anaya was the first to lunge forward, all four appendages ripping at the ground below and tearing Earth a few inches into the air before it collapsed back down, sad against its comrades as it had been destroyed. Tearing through the resistance of the air without a reserve, teeth bared and a large growl. Noa - Stagnant for a moment watched, entranced, envious that Anaya was… Not scared. 

So many times he was even scared at a ladybug that once crawled onto his forehead and fluttered its tiny wings against his leathery skin. Absolutely carnage, he managed to take down the female Echo’s horse with such ease kicking the legs out from under its weight with a skid against the dirt, Anaya’s fur delicately traced with sediment now on one side from the audacity of the action itself. The animal itself pained and Noa felt a shred of empathy for them as they hit the ground, straggling along with the Echo that went down with it. Without reserve, the provisions on the back of her horse, strapped so tightly, were scattered, a testament to just how hard his friend had hit. 

The animalistic abomination Anaya had in her hair has his long fingers tangled in, giving way into leverage as he began dragging her through the dirt, her hands reaching up to struggle against it as her feet splayed outwards in some desperate way to get him to stop, skirting the heels of her worn boots into the dirt that was imprinting her scraped body, bloody screams taking hold into the air as Noa sensed Soona’s return as she began the proper evacuations of the Eagle Clan with assistance from his Mother as the flames of the one hut tore itself against the flush field around the Colony and had its set gaze on the large embankment of huts that surrounded the Eagle Enclosure and the towering nests of the families.

Noa tired to focus on the situation at hand, knowing that the two female Apes would do what they could to get everyone out in time with the help of the Elders. He couldn’t find it in himself to worry about that in the middle of a fight. Noa turned his focus to Anaya once more and felt salivation hit his tongue at the primal intent that the Ape was displaying. It was like there was utmost satisfaction paid towards Anaya’s curiosity to the extreme of what it felt like to hold such power. Hard to bring down other Apes, easy to take down Echo’s and all their fragility. 

Noa snapped out of his self-doubt at that moment when he touched base on… That’s how it must have been for you, struggling to fight against a beast whose strength was going to tear you apart, the twigs that ended up in your hair, smearing blood and dirt into the finer details of your face and hair, your screams… Wondering when it was going to end, when the blunted weapon that knocked you unconscious would take your last breath.

Noa… Hated himself that you ended up like that, gargling on your own blood, your eyes unable to see what was happening to you as you scraped your hands in front of you in a last ditch effort to save yourself from being killed. 

He’d kill them just for looking at you, that thought radiating and taking hold of all of his senses, the tips of his fingers tickling himself in excitement, his breathing hard and fast through his nose as Noa yearned to do nothing more than to bare his teeth. The Ape would wait for that - Until this man was under his foot, pressing him down into the depths of the Earth itself, to burn under Noa’s weight as he crushed his rib cage first, hoping the bones would fall inwards and puncture his lungs. Only then… Would he smile at them. Give them the satisfaction of knowing that they had played a game against an Ape who wanted an eye for life. Not an eye for an eye, otherwise Noa would just beat them to a bloody pulp and let them leave.

 He was going to kill the Echo just to seek some revenge, knowing that the guilt of letting you leave in the first place was more of the reason he was fighting. For every cry you gave, he imagined some towards Noa himself, some towards the heavens as you begged for it to end, to be over so you could fall asleep and never recollect the terror you had been through. No one, Noa growled, his chest broadening in strict possession and acute aggravation. No one would lay a hand on you again, no one would make you cry out of anything other than exhalation or pleasure, those only reserved for Noa. He twisted his neck, the muscles primed for him and he peered at the prospect in front of him.

The large Chimp, primed to look bigger than usual by the swagger of his shoulders in conjecture with the muscles of his biceps, took a step forward, toes digging hard into the ground as he began to drive himself forward with intense and scrutinizing leverage, staring straight at the male in front of him, knowing now that he was not going to take the same route as Anaya by taking down the fragile horse first. Noa was going to go straight for the source of the problem itself.

Yes, this female Echo, thrown against the side of another hut out of the corner of Noa’s vision as Anaya brought his fist down directly onto her sternum, had to have been what happened, he was sure of it, falling onto all fours, the Echo male touching the holster on the right side of his body in anticipation. He may think he was fast, but was he faster than Noa? The question tickled the back of his mind and he wanted nothing more than to get that answer to soothe that intent of knowledge. 

The lunge he took forward was disgusting in all descriptions of the word, Noa felt like his teeth were going to shatter themselves into tiny shards inside of his mouth and he’d be forced to swallow them all in a nice grit. The shout - It was something that Noa himself found terrifying, not recognizable to his own ears as it tore through the entire Clan, captivating a few other Apes in their escape, including Anaya who looked over at him for just a split second, blood now falling from his mouth as he had torn into the female Echo he was working on, directly into her throat and tore it clean out of her body, the muscles being spit out and discarded wildly to now be coated with dirt as it rolled onto the ground.

Licking at it, he looked down at her with vicious intent, praised at himself and sought his next target, the other female, who having seen what happened to her fellow Echo, only peered in fear as Anaya drew closer, the color leaving her body as she went to grab a blunted iron staff from the hold it had against her back.

Noa’s body slammed against the male Echo without reserve, taking him down to the ground below and kissed the palm of his hand in a smear as Noa’s hand forced him down eat dirt, trying to control the struggle the horse found as they were knocked off balance, legs flailing and Noa wanted to break them all in a way to get the unabashed movement to stop under him. He relented that control, feeling the sick twist of Echo skin under his calloused touch as the male he had his fingernails dug into grunted, but did not fight back.

Noa shouted at them, right into their ear in a bid to get them to do something against him. Where was the satisfaction in killing an Echo when they did not fight back? Flurried eye contact was made with the other male a few meters away, Noa crushing the skull of one and peering right in front of him at the other, canines showing themselves only once now in a warning to him. He’d kill him if he came any closer.

He’d rip that beating jugular right out in the name of the Eagle Clan itself. No one hurt him, no one hurt his Echo, no one hurt his Clan, his people and sanctuary. Coming down harder, his entire weight pressed down on the male he had under him and Noa skirted him enough away from the horse, the male's feet mimicking the actions of the horse almost down to the tee to completely render the flailing useless as they managed to get onto their feet and run off. 

Thunder hit the male Apes ears, Anaya frenzied from his tussle with the female looking up at the sound he had only heard once before in his life. Noa’s eyes glancing up at the completely clear sky, save from the dancing twinkles of the stars as they joined the moon on their nightly ventures. No clouds… Noa grunted, collapsing first onto his knees as he tried to salvage his balance but found himself unable as if gravity itself were failing the very concepts that held items to Mother Earth. He fell forward, hard as a bellow of dirt encapsulated him, drifting downwards onto his fur. With his face pressing into the ground, Noa ripped a growl straight from the depths of his throat, mimicking that same noise he had heard only moments ago in a display of fevered intensity, swallowed whole by agony pilling itself in the forefront of his mind. 

His eyes almost admired the way that his blood, slick in nature by the saliva that was coating the redness itself, dribbled off his chin and onto the ground below, creating a mixture of concrete from the only hit that Echo managed to get onto his face on the way down from the toppling horse, not even noticeable in the moment to the Ape as adrenaline tore away at his pain receptors. Where Noa landed was hard and cold as the night that encased the trees of the landscape and instinctually, he was quick to get himself up before but faltered and collapsed again. Dirt ran into his mouth and stuck grossly to his tongue, trying to swallow it down was pained in itself. 

There was something lodged in his shoulder blade, near the tendon itself that felt like it was ricocheting to the left and right at a quickened pace, breathing with the air that he was taking into his lungs and Noa convinced himself to slow that down before the very muscles of his shoulder came into the open air as it felt that they were going to snap themselves apart and counteract upwards. Specifically the right shoulder as inflicted, rendering it mildly useless in the scape of things. What was an Ape without their most valuable weapons, fists? 

Noa hadn’t seen what hit him, and when he looked towards the spot on his shoulder inflicted with panic setting into his chest, causing his breathing to pick up as he shouted out, there was nothing there other than the seeping of his blood, mixing into the already darkened nature of his fur, trickling down through the finer parts closer to his skin, down his bicep and soon to encase his outer forearm. His arm shattered as he attempted to put in weight on it, yelping in defenselessness as he crashed onto the ground once again.

The Echo… in front of him. Noa bared his teeth against the ground. He had a weapon. Something Echo. Something… His green eyes forced themselves to drag upwards, only catching the gleam of something metallic and black in the Echo’s hand before it was put back into the side pouch against his skinny hip. 

There was no way that he’d miss an arrow or even a spear. Too big, the momentum would have been torn to shreds by the vision that was granted to him in the sake of defense. Noa cried out, yelling at himself to get up as more of his blood seeped onto the ground below his usually broad body, torn into itself in this moment as a thrust of agony ran through his entire right side, all the way down to the elongated nature of his spaced out toes.

The disgusting smell of his own blood hit his senses, cascading around the back of his mind in a relentless call to pick himself up and to continue fighting. He--- Noa cried, pressing his forehead into the dirt and giving himself a ceremonious kiss to the Earth in a bid for her to help him stand. He couldn’t…

Teeth gritted together, the sound dulling out the screams of the Eagle Clan as another flame tore through their trenches. He closed his eyes for only a moment before reopening them to find Anaya. Anaya… Noa wanted to whimper and get himself up enough to crawl over to his friend, unconscious having taken a blunt hit to the side of his head from the female as she was now rising to her feet, wiping her mouth of blood and looked at Noa directly, admiring the wound on his shoulder that glimmered wetness.

Noa wanted to grasp him, to pull him closer and to tell him that he was sorry, that this was all of his fault… The demise of their clan, years of generations, years of culture and traditions, were now soaring free in the sky as their Eagles took off from the Enclosure in search of sanctuary elsewhere. Some followed their owners, others cried in desperation as their owners were unable to be detected in the absolute frenzy. Green irises finally rested against fire as it brought its flames upon the perch of the Eagle Enclosure. The wood, sap and rudimentary but sophisticated building was engulfed without remorse, a strangled cry raked his entire body. No… No… Noa tried to move forward, slumping his body in an unnatural contort as his feet pushed his upper half against the dirt, now mixing with the soot and ash of devastation. Not again. NOT AGAIN! His forehead pressed against the ground as he began shaking, his muscles falling in on themselves and without warning, Noa’s back was crushed downwards, stopping all his movements by the male he had begun this fight with. 

All breath left Noa’s chest as he felt the back of his ribcage explode with misery as it was pressed beyond its abilities. There was a sharp snap as he took another breath in, the entire weight of the Echo being placed, a boot imprint leaving itself on the back of his fur as the male finally relented and sought to crouch down next to Noa. 

“Can’t even fight like a damn Ape,” He spat, reaching around Noa’s forearm, upwards to his bicep and tore the band that laid there right off, hopeful that maybe there’d be some fur that was with it as a trophy. Another one destroyed, another step in the right direction. Noa wheezed, unable to breath but managed himself to look towards the man who began playfully sipping Noa’s arm band on his pointer finger while the other raised up and wiped under his nose, taking in the adornment of red against his flesh.

“You got a few good hits, gotta give it to you.” Rations of liquid seeped into Noa’s lung the moment he was kicked onto his side, the pressure of the movement rounding his entire being into a state of pure shock. “Watch your little town, Ape. Watch it burn to the ground and know that we’re gonna take back this godforsaken planet by any means necessary. And your little pet? She’s still alive somewhere in the woods. I think I’ll find ‘er.” Noa’s eyes widened as tears began physically falling from his eyes. Rare for a Chimp, but not impossible. You--- No…

He grunted to say something but nothing but a gurgle took hold in his throat as he spat out a bit of blood. 

“Make sure she knows I destroyed everything she fought to hide from me, her poor little cries. Wouldn’t tell me where you were, she’s quite a fighter.” A smirk. 

Eyes twitched in a desperate plea to fight more but Noa was unable to tangle himself into any sort of stance other than the sweeping of his gaze against the village, Soona looking at him from across the field, before tearing her sight on Anaya who was still unconscious. She was panicked, it was evident and she didn't know which to go after. Anaya, or Noa.

Growling, she handed a baby Bonobo to Dar as they were still evacuating into the woods and chose Anaya. Drag him away, get him to safety and return to help Noa. Her feet were fastened, she needed to be quicker than the breeze that ran through the desolate Eagles in the sky before Noa was killed. Noa understood - He’d have done the same thing, he thought pensively and let his eyes shut. 

“I really tortured her to get her to just tell us where your lil’ monkey clan was, should have heard her scream.” Swiping his teeth with his tongue, he held his hand out as the other male came forward and handed him that same metallic and black weapon. Noa’s eyes widened in recognition. He had no name for it now, he couldn’t recall in the moment if Mae ever told him what it was, if he was ever told what it was by anyone in the village. The stocky and short shaft of the item pressed against Noa’s head, cold.

He’d seen what it did to one of Proximus’ followers. Whatever projectile this flung out was stuck in his shoulder. Whatever was inside was going to throw Noa into the darkness where he was going to remain.

“Such a waste of screams, honestly. If she had just told us where you were, she’d probably be more alive than she is now, my friends here really did a number on her when she tried to get onto her horse to warn you.”

Squeezing his eyes shut now, Noa heard Eagle Sun's distinctive cry coming from above. He was ready. You were out there, teetering on the line and would succumb, Echo’s were a lot more fragile and the hits he knew, without proper care immediately, were going to cause extensive damage and you’d give up despite being stubborn beyond belief. With his actions, the whole of the Eagle Clan would be lost. With his last breath, just a whisper to the Eagles above and to the Apes in the surrounding forest. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you. 

Noa reached out a hand and let his eyelids flutter open for a moment and he felt your grazing fingertips against his palm. He reacted as such, bringing his fingers in slowly to hold onto you. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you. 

Thunder. Multiple splits like the sky were opening up for his departure from the Earth.

Noa drew a deep breath in and expected to open them to nothing but a wilderness of white as he was torn away from his conscious body into oblivion. Something, something… Slowly, eyes opened to peek at what was beyond death. Was he going to see his Father? Koro? 

He sobbed lightly at that, flooding his vision with tears. He wanted to… He wanted to apologize to him for all of this, for being so weak and for… Not being the Son that the Master of Birds deserved. Noa wanted the embrace of his Father’s hands against his face as they were brought together to kiss foreheads and he wanted him to know that he fought with all he had, how was he meant to be predestined to win against the ardent use of unfair warfare used by Echo’s who saw them as nothing but threats?

Noa sobbed again, this time harder when there was weight suddenly thrusted on top of him, harder than he needed and crushed his ribs even further into his body. 

Noa swore to the heavens now that… He’d heard your voice. Soothing and calling for him. You were there! In the deep midnight and you were telling him to come join. That you’d forgive him if he just opened his eyes and looked at you. The weight was taken off of him, the last adornment before the sweet kiss of death, an Eagle perched atop him, came in with intent to take him under their wing. Yes… He wanted nothing more than your hands against him, his back falling flat onto the ground as he peered into the night sky, the stars drawing him in through the rush of moisture in his eyes that obscured the finer details. Take me. My Echo… My… Beautiful screaming Echo.

“Noa, you ne-need to look at me.” Ah, your voice again and he found himself tilting his head into the caress that your hands suddenly had on his head, blood drawing his line of vision for a moment as you smeared it against his cheeks, a bid to get him to keep his head straight instead of lulling to the side in defeat. 

 “NOA!” Digging your knees into the ground, you tried to ignore the sensation of absolute ripping coming from your calves that you had managed to tie into a tourniquet to get the bleeding to subside with the dull leather of the belt you had. Grime was dug deeply into your fingernails, a silent prayer to the landscape that you just transferred your body against, at least fifty meters of terrain, hard and unforgiving under your weight. A want to defend what was yours to the bitter end. If you fell on the way there as death knocked on you, then fine, so be it, as long as you made an effort to try.

You had woken up alone after hearing the vaguest of ‘sorry’ from Soona as your head was delicately placed against the ground. Not that you could blame her once realization and horror dawned on you at the sight of a dim fire consuming the woods near you, you’d have done the same thing. Gone to protect your own people instead of a lifeless Echo who meant nothing. 

Your hands had torn the male you had shot away from Noa, watching as the bodies of the other Humans lay bare in rapid succession as you impressed yourself with your remarkable aim with swollen eyes, only able to get yourself planted on the ground long enough to actually pull the trigger of the gun that was thrown against the ground as soon as the bullets were spent.

Had they been paying attention, you beamed at yourself for just a moment as you collapsed back down and made your way towards Noa, using your forearms to scoot yourself as your legs were ultimately rendered useless now after trying to stand on such a sustained injury, you had taken one of their primal weapons and tucked it into the waistband of your pants when they had attacked you before.

Stupid Echo, you joked and let a chortled cry radiate through you as you tried to garner Noa’s eyes into your own, your hands caressing the sides of his face, sweeping over the indentation of the bullet into his shoulder.  It was like he was in your own head saying it now as you cried, your tears falling onto his face into a mixture of salt and iron. 

Stupid Echo always leave most vulnerable spots open. 

How you hated that he was right… Fingertips trailed against the fine wrinkles around his nose that were less prominent than they usually were as he was not holding himself conscious. “Noa, you need to wake up, I can-can’t carry you on my own, I don-don’t know where Soona went or where Anaya is, I can---” You tapered as a cry hit your throat at the idea that you were too late and that he was going to be unable to come to, unable to help you. 

Glancing down at your mangled calves, you came to terms that you were going to need to use the torn apart muscles there to get him dragged away from the fires that were rapidly consuming around you. Please, please… You told your legs, please just give me enough to do this and you can take me to death's door step after… Please… 

“I need to save him…” You verbalized, words thrown in on themselves with agnostic punches of air as you were unable to find it in yourself to calm the rapid rise and fall of your shoulders. 

Noa reached up, grasping your forearm for only a second before it dropped onto his chest. You scrambled, gasping as he finally coughed under you, his eyes trying to bring themselves into focus, you dug your hands into the fur lining his face and brought your forehead in towards his own, kissing only for a second in a flurry. He was alive, you brought your eyes to squeeze shut and force the tears away as they were now mixing disgustingly with the mud on your face. “Noa, you need to get up.” That was said against his lips, your face so near in proximity that you appeared cross-eyed. “Echo.” “I know, they---” You brought your face down and pressed it into his chest above where his arm now rested, only pulling back once he winced at the sensation of you being so close to him. I-- Couldn… Couldn’t… Stop them… They…”

Noa’s eyes finally fluttered fully open as he coughed aggressively, blood slipping out of the corner of his mouth that you wiped away without hesitation to cup the side of his face once you pulled yourself from his chest, tucking an arm under his neck to keep him leveraged so he wouldn’t drown on himself. “This… all my fault, the Clan… Yo.. You’re so hurt… I tried they…” 

“(Name).” The sound of your name from him rocketed your senses back to reality instead of pitiful groveling like you had been. His eyes were no longer open.

“Yes, it’s me…” You whispered, your fingers drawing themselves against the wrinkles of his face once again as you braced him against you, slickness smearing itself onto your clothing without reserve and in some sick twisted way, with his blood now seeping into your skin, this was the closest you had ever been to him. You always wanted to touch them, touch his face, but not like this.

Early morning after he took you for the first time would have been the preference, your hands lightly tracing what you had wanted to seek for so long… Something in you hoped that your touch alone was going to revive him but you knew that to be wishful thinking but it persisted when you dragged your fingers down towards his mouth and traced the lines of his lips. Say my name for me, say anything for me…

You tried to hold his head just a bit more, “Noa you need to get up, we need to get out of here before the fire comes. I--- I won’t leave you here again, but you need to help me.” A promise was made in that moment as he willed himself to try, his shoulders moving rather loosely as you tangled yourself into him, prepared to take the full force of his weight against your shins. 

“Soona---” “I th-think she’s-helping the Clan---” Noa let out a thunderous roar this time, regretting it immediately once it left his body as he slumped back once again and you were forced to catch him before he racketed onto the ground again. “SOONA!”

It felt like moments later, she was there; Soona’s eyes frantic as she looked at you, amazement clearly there that you were not dead where she had left you. Only a moment of an apologetic glance as you whispered to her, “I-I can’t lift him on my own, he’s--- I need to get him away from here to get the bullet out of his shoulder otherwise he’s going to die.” 

You were remarked on your ability to speak so clearly, chalking it up to the fact that you were face to face with death anyway and the adrenaline was causing the muscles of your jugular to pound crazily, your heart running itself away from the idea that he could die from the wounds inflicted on him. “Please.” You needn’t bother with formalities, Soona wanted to tell you as she dropped herself next to you, fixating on your legs and their physical state. “I know you can’t carry both of us. Get him out of here, don’t worry about me anymore. I-I’ll get myself out of here, I’m quite a crawler.”  It was a joke meant to lighten the mood as you felt the heat of flames against your back, “Crawled all the way over here by myself.” To say goodbye.

Letting your hand rest on Noa’s head, you petted the fur backwards and admired the scar that Eagle Sun had left him. The Ape accepted the affection unabashedly and tilted into it, your eyes staring down at him for only a moment thinking of what could have been if the circumstances were different. Both could have been happy… The pleasure of knowing what Noa felt like against you, not in a moment of death, but in a moment of ecstasy, your mouth drifting over his own as you told him how much you… You loved him.

Stumbling over yourself, you choked on your own self-pity thinking about the first time you had admitted that you loved him, the first time the idea sprung in the back of your head. Just another day where something lit inside of you, Noa giving you only one glance that lasted longer than any of the others, lips piling themselves into a small smile just for you…

“Will send someone to come get you.” Soona’s voice was rushed with reassurance as she moved to get Noa, taking him from your grasp and leaving you only with the imprint of his body left against your shirt, pants and hands. “Promised To Noa… keep His Echo… safe.” There was a twinge in your heart at that as your fingers left him as she rose to stand. Your hands dangled in the air for a moment before you dropped them slowly. “Thank you….” Voice barely a touch above a whisper, you smiled slightly at her which she returned with a softened gaze before it hardened in focus to hike Noa up with her. 

You hoped Soona was right that someone would come get you, your legs were numb and you were tired from pulling yourself to see him. So tired… Your eyelids felt so heavy, the blurring of the fire behind you deeply entrancing just to roll into. So… tired… The same feeling rushed into your chest like when you were first found by Noa, Soona and Anaya. Acceptance… No more bargaining, as you were ready to see your friends again, ready to meet Koro and tell him how amazing his Son truly was.  

You smiled to yourself with a huff, feeling the cut on your lip split open with one more lingering thought. He was going to be a great Leader, and he was going to rebuild and prosper, with or without you. Who needed a pesky little Echo?

Falling onto your knees as best you could, you tried to scramble yourself to stand but to no avail and drooled onto the ground as you came to rest on your stomach, face down in the dirt as Noa had been when you arrived.  It was a choice you were making, knowing that Soona was only able to carry one of you safely without risking the other to more injuries or even death and Noa was falling into a state of unconsciousness.

Your bit about getting the bullet out earlier was only telling Soona what she needed to do once he was safe, nothing more. Your fingers would no longer touch him. She wanted to speak on it, but you had accepted that this was the way things were meant to be as flames hit your cheeks from a few meters away. She needed to help Noa, their leader, and not what Noa’s interests were.

Death, you thought, always brought new beginnings and you hoped that to be true with all your might as you watched Soona carry Noa once your head tilted in that direction, the last action you felt you were able to bring yourself to do. Need… To look at him, see him one more time… You told the reaper above you, just give me that, please… His feet staggering against the ground, hard and rough as Soona herself struggled to keep him situated against her own body. You’d have always died for him, you felt like it was destined.

One way or another, somewhere in the multitude of the universe, you being nothing more than a speck to anyone else, were an entire world for an Ape. A Chimpanzee. Your heart, you wished you'd protected it a bit more but still... At the end of the day that was more than okay to perish in flame for.

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[wosoluver]

Celebration

Claudia Pina x reader, Barça femeni x reader

-> this last game, Clau wasn't able to score, but you helped her chill and celebrate the league's win >>

Claudia Pina Masterlist

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You could see the frustration plastered onto her face. Not once, not twice, but over five shots. None of them would hit the back of the net.

First being taken down in the penalty box, on a very promising chance, making sure we got a penalty.

Frido hit it perfectly, placing it right in the goal. Making it 1-4.

At 85' Clau kicked the ball, but it went straight into the Granada goalkeeper's hands.

Then Brugts made an amazing cross, but she missed it, by so little. Someone was able to get a rebound, and still, it just wouldn't go in.

Next Hansen passed her the ball, but she had fallen down after another player had harshly pushed her.

At the stoppage time, she dribbled well, but the ball was deflected, now getting a chance from a corner. But nothing. Like every play after that.

You were already winning the game.

But Claudia felt an extreme need to prove herself. Even knowing she was one of the best in the team, and definitely the future of Barça.

And you weren't saying this just because she's your girlfriend. Everyone saw it too.

When the final whistle blew, instead of instantly celebrating, she sat on the grass with her hands on her head.

You ran from the bench straight to her.

"Amor you did amazing. Don't be so hard on yourself." you kneeled down in between her legs.

"I missed all my fucking chances!"

"You did everything in your reach. They did some good defending. And overall, the rest of the team could have done better too. Esmee and Bruna also made some mistakes."

"I know, I just can't believe I couldn't do anything."

"You almost scored the first pass you got after entering the game!

But I know no matter how much I try, I won't convince you, so.

How about we celebrate our league title tonight, your amazing 12 goals this season and when we are back home we can work on your finishes and do some practice?"

"Deal." she said giving you a small smile. That didn't quite reach her eyes. But you were determined to change that.

You pulled her up and instantly jumped on her back.

"VAMOOOS! CAMPEONES!" you screamed from the top of your lungs.

You got down to hug the other girls, getting ready to take the celebration picture, sitting on the ground in between Vicky and Ona.

You went in to the bathroom, needing to pee, but when coming out of the stall, you were sprayed in the face by Patri and Lucy, who were jumping around euphoric.

"Goddamn! It stings!" you yelled while being pulled in by the girls.

"Amor, close your eyes." she asked you, while using her shirt to clean your eyes. "There."

"Thank you."

You proceeded to jump around in a mosh pit, along with your friends. Then Patri had the brilliant idea to go around the hallway dancing and singing. She held the speaker in one hand and the phone on the other, as everyone trailed behind her, you held onto your girlfriend.

"IZQUIERDA, DERECHA, IZQUIERDA, DERECHA, AYE VAMOS!"

And while the team was somewhat distracted, you pulled Clau back into the locker room.

You both did the best you could to keep professional during work. But today felt okay to let go.

"Another one! Together." you said grabbing two tiny bottles of champagne, handling her one. "Cheers."

"Cheers mi amor!" she pulled you in for a kiss. "I love you."

"Y yo a ti." with your hands around her neck, kissing once again.

But you were rudely interrupted.

"Oye!" said Ona walking in with Lucy.

"Oh don't start! What were you two walking in here for? Together?" you teased them.

"Yeah, the party is outside. Unless you were here for the same as us." your girlfriend joined you, while wiggling her brows.

"What? No!" they said at the same time, nervously.

"Come on! We already know!" laughter erupted in the room as everyone walked back in.

The next thing you knew, Cata was slip' n sliding in beer. Claudia joining her, and you knew this wouldn't end well.

As you turned to talk to Patri, you felt yourself being taken down. Your girlfriend had basically stricked you down like a bowling pin. And ended up under you.

"CLAUDIA!" you yelled out, as a drunk Cata, could only laugh, looking at the whole situation.

As Salma filmed everything, and the girls cheered on.

"Fuck! My hand!" you whispered.

"I'm so sorry!" she said helping you up. "Are you okay?"

"No, I think I might have broken my hand."

At the start of the night you all knew, you were in for some partying, but not that everyone would take the flight next day with an insane hangover, Cata still wasted, and you with a cast on your hand.

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I know some of you expected some smut, and it's not. But I can confidently say there is a Pina smut coming! 🩷

[hannahssimblr]

For a brief period last year, I had this thing about wasps. Miss O’Reilly spurred the whole thing on after poring over my sketchbooks with me. She made some offhand comment about how nice it would be to see some animals too, amongst the endless scrawl of human arms and legs and feet and heads on every inch of every page, because it would expand my anatomical knowledge. This had never occurred to me.

So across town to the zoo I went. Where, through the spring and the earliest days of summer I would draw gorillas in their glass enclosures, giraffes, sloths, red pandas, while parents and children looked over my shoulder at my work, ogling as though I too was part of an exhibition. 

I returned that August, late, in that last week before school starts when the sun still warms you, but the wind carries autumn with it. By then, the leaves had lost that vibrant green and hung tired from branches, curled and russet at the edges. It was wasp season, when they emerge, as though from nowhere, angry, confused, in a ferocious pursuit of sugar. 

One landed on my sketchbook, near the thumb that held the page, and I resisted the tingle of fear in my body, the urge to swat him away. Instead I watched him, and then I drew him, his alien eyes and hairy body, papery wings and the abstract black and yellow stripes like caution tape wound around his horntail. I feared wasps - I think. One had never stung me and had no reference for the pain, but coincidentally, I had read about them in an insect encyclopaedia from the school library. I’d learned about their sad Augusts, when their purpose had been fulfilled, and their queens cast them out of the nest to die. 

That wasp, eating the ice cream fingerprint from my page, was no different. Here he was, addicted to sugar, drunk, perhaps, from the fermenting fruits he had managed to find. If I swatted him away, could I really blame him if, in his desperation and pain, he attacked me? He really was just another creature fulfilling his purpose, adapting to the new environment in which he had been thrown. 

“Oh, God!” Michelle cried, and whacked him with her zoo map. His insides left a stain on the paper, and I turned to her, outraged. “Why did you do that?”

“It might have stung you!” 

And things escalated, as they normally did, to an argument by the elephant enclosure. She erupted in front of a family of four and asked me when I became such a fucking vegetarian about wasps. We didn’t speak a word to one another on the bus home, and then, come September, we forgot about wasps for another year. 

A wasp lands on my arm. I feel it first, the weird little legs tickling my skin. Someone splashed cider on me in the Foo Fighters’ mosh pit. That’s what he’s looking for. For the first time in a year, I think about wasps again, while the rest of my friends plan their next move. He shouldn’t be out at night. He must be confused. Maybe he’s about to die. 

“Oh! Gosh! You’ve a wasp on your arm!” Claire waves her hand about me and the wasp makes a drowsy departure and swoops toward the overflowing bins by the barriers. 

Several seconds pass before it occurs to me to react. “Yeah.” 

As the others head towards the bar, she and Shane hang back, peering at me with that wary concern, as though there’ve sensed something deeply unhinged about me. “Are you okay?” She says gently. “You look like you got a bit of a knock there in the mosh pit.”

“No, it was fine. It felt good to kind of shove everyone around.” It’s true. I wasn’t thinking in there where I was thrashing to The Pretender, but I know how I must look. She eyes the collar of my t-shirt, stretched completely out of shape from where some beast of a man grabbed me to fling me out of his path like a rag doll. it was violent, but it felt good, like something that I needed.

“Look,” Shane scratches his head, “The lads there, they were talking about going to that rave at midnight. They wanted to grab some shots first, but like, if you don’t want to go, and you’d rather go back to the tent or something, that’d be okay.”

Claire nods. “We could even go with you, right? I wouldn’t mind just hanging out and taking it easy if you wanted company.”

Do I really seem that bad? I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. I’ll just do what everyone else is doing.”

They pause, and I press the issue. “Do I seem like I won’t be able for it?”

“Not that.” Shane says. “You just seem a bit wrecked.”

“I’ll survive another concert.”

“Yeah, I’m not saying you won’t, like.”

“Right then.”

They exchange a look, and I sigh. “I don’t know what you think is wrong with me, but I’m not drinking, I’m not on drugs,” I lean down to show them my pupils, which I realise too late is quite a manic, on-drugs thing to do, but I don’t know how else to prove my sobriety. “It’s just been a day, okay? I’m just… it’s been odd.”

“We can talk about it if you like,” Claire says, in that very kind, Claire way, but I shake my head. 

“Let’s not bother. Come on, we’ll just go to that rave thing and dance, yeah? Then I’ll go back to the tent and we can take it easy.”

“Okay, if you say so,” she says, and with her arms around herself against the midnight chill, she and Shane march past me, towards the big top of the marquee across the bottle-littered fields. 

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[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 8: ~

An Apology?

What's this? The start of a Rennick redemption arc? Honestly, out of all the chapters I've done, this was the easiest to do. The long awaited Muirne/Muirinnes chapter is next.

Part 9:

Cheers roared across the Deck. The darts was being held outside for Muir. He just missed out on the finale and no one was going to be left behind. Even Rennick had an open invite, but still, now long into the night, he stayed in hiding.

Brodie had won the darts by, and no offence to Finlay, a country mile. Everyone was happily drinking beers and eating the left over Christmas food. Raffs, Scooby, McLurg, Roy and Trots handed out the food and drink. Muir, because this was going to be a running gag, hoisted Brodie up and over his head. Poor Brodie covered his eyes and called to be put down as laughs drowned out his voice. Muir sensed the panic in his heartbeat and put him down to be surrounded by his crew mates for his own mosh pit.

Caz watched from the steps. He needed time alone. He watched the game, had a moment with Roy and was currently thinking what to tell Suze. There was no point writing to her. Rescue should be here by tomorrow afternoon. He was just wondering what to say to her.

Whatever gift The Shape gave him tingled in the back of his head. It registered Rennick. Caz turned and saw the man on the helipad. Trots and the others must have sensed him too, but they all ignored him. Caz caught himself staring at his manager a little longer than he would have. He pondered, swinging the can of beer between his fingers.

'Bigger man?! You are shitting me, McLeary. You're the bigger man?'

'Fuck sake, Suze.' Of course she was right. He swallowed his pride, took another beer from an unsuspecting Raffs who now sat further away with Douglas, and made his way to the helipad. Some of the crew who also sat on the steps noticed.

Once again, Rennick had a distant look in his eyes. He didn't hear Caz approach and only noticed when the beer was in his peripheral vision. His eyes followed to the leccy, who was looking out to the sea. 'Just take it.'

Food and drink was the last thing on Rennick's mind. His eyes narrowed at Caz, then took the beer as if it were a fragile piece of glass. A tendril slowly wrapped itself around the can. A part of him wondered if this was a prank. Was the can empty? Was it going to explode? When nothing happened and Caz sat down did he finally relax. Like Muir, Rennick loafed like a cat, tucking his two 'arms' under himself. God, how he hated it.

A silence lingered between the men. Neither knew what to say to each other. Caz couldn't exactly ask Rennick how he was doing, and Rennick couldn't ask anything. He knew he was hated. Caz knew that, too. The sounds of the sea waves splashing against the legs filled the lack of conversation.

'Brodie won the darts,' Caz eventually said.

'I'm not surprised.' Back to silence. Caz sipped on his beer, trying not to be loud. He glanced to Rennick, who was trying and failing to open his. The tendrils were too thick to wrap around the tag. Sensing, or just being able to read the man like a book, Caz took the can, opened it, and offered it back before tempers could rise. '...Thanks.'

'Nae bother.' A pause. God, how Caz couldn't stand this. Just say something. Be the bigger man. 'Do you have anyone waiting back home?'

'Aye. I have my son and grandson.'

'And the missus?'

'No idea. She left years ago. It was a nasty divorce. She told me I love money more than her. She was right, but...I dunno...' Rennick downed his entire can.

He felt the beer not go into his stomach because it didn't exist anymore, but across his entire body like an energy source. Rennick didn't know how to feel. Physically, it felt normal, but mentally, he was uncomfortable. He tried not to show it and passed it off as how strong the drink was. It wasn't strong at all. 'Weaker than piss,' Finlay would say.

Maybe because he just wanted to talk to someone or the thought that rescue wouldn't come, Rennick continued.

'I know you all hate me, but you should all share that hatred towards Cadal.'

'You still ordered the drilling, Rennick. This does come down to you.'

'Please. If it was up to me, I would have stopped the drilling. But Cadal, that Bernard prick, would have rung all our necks.'

'I don't think that's enough to make them down there happy.'

'Okay, son, you suddenly got smart over the course of a day, what would you have me do?'

It was remarkable how calm the pair were being. Neither of the men raised their voices. Rennick sounded so tired. There was no life in his voice. The hours alone had given him much to think about. At the end of the day, he knew he was at fault for all of this. Gibbo's words had been repeating in his head. Poetic or karma that he would be infected last as he tried to flee. If he had just stayed in his office and waited, he'd still be human. Did he feel bad for that? Honestly, he didn't know. He just wanted to live. But, it was clear Rennick was stuck with these men for the near future. Would that be so bad?

'The way I see it,' Caz said. 'If you want to get into their good books, then come and join us.' And with that, Caz got to his feet and walked back for the Deck. Rennick watched him leave. He pondered and, like Caz, swung the can whilst his mind tried to make a decision. He was a leader. He should be good at this.

With a heavy heart and after tossing the can into the sea as last 'fuck you' towards The Shape, he followed Caz, who was waiting outside Administration.

Oddly enough, and he couldn't give a reason as to why Caz was proud of him. The half-smile and crossed arms said that. 'We made sure to set up a bed for you and all.'

'This doesn't make us friends, McLeary.'

'And I don't expect us to be.' The crew watched the pair. After seeing Gibbo, Rennick kept his head down and picked up the pace as Caz led him to his bed. His wounds had long since healed. It was the only good thing about The Shape's infection, along with fixing his sight. 'Here ya go. Home sweet home.'

Rennick felt like a horse going into its stable. He was tired. His mind had been racing all day, and his stress levels couldn't get any higher. He wanted to sleep. The small mountain of bed sheets and pillows looked like heaven on his heavy eyes. Before stepping inside, he found the courage to turn back and look at his crew.

'I'm sorry for everything. I'll do better next time.' And with that, Rennick walked into his container and slowly pulled the door shut. A small sigh of relief could be heard as his body gave out.

Everyone was quiet as they tried to wrap their heads around what they had just heard. Rennick apologised? It was a start, but how willing was he to commit? Only time would tell, but no one was getting their hopes up.

'He's improving already,' Caz whispered to whoever was closest to him - that being Addair - who gave him a look. 'He didn't slam the door for a start.'

[ioniansunsets]

we need more Heartsteel!Kayn scenarios with f!reader!!!

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Seeing You in the Audience ✖

✖ Word Count: 701

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I GOT YOU ANON. This is a continuation from the previous ask about Kayn here. Hope its still just as cute.

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After that night you never heard that song again, Kayn promised it was still in the works. That he would let you hear it when it was done and no earlier. You teased him of course, weeks went by you almost forgot about it. If he said you would hear it when it was time then you'd leave the topic alone till then.

Then time came for his small solo concert, a nice weekend night at a local stage, you were in the mosh pits, right in front, cheering and screaming. Even if you were his partner first, you were his number one fan second. You were here to support him. As you cheered, Kayn said he was introducing a new song! How exciting!

Wait...a new song? The new song?!

You cheer harder, Kayn glances at you, as his eyes meet yours he gives the crowd his biggest cocky grin sending all his fans into a frenzy. Blowing the crowd (you) a kiss, he laughs.

" This one is for all my fans, what is this? A love song? From me? Hell yeah. You guys know this is special."

The screams in the crowd were almost deafening. Your face already tinged pink knowing this was going to be about you, the way his eyes stayed watched you as he spoke about how the song was special. Your heart flutters. As you clutched your purple lightstick, you cheered on, excited for the theatrics.

The lights darkened again, a sick guitar solo from Kayn as the backing track plays. The tune so familiar, yet, he did keep working on it so it was different. It was ethereal. The music, the lights, the way you watched him move on stage. His fingers clutched tight around his guitar pick as he plays the riff you remember him humming.

The crowd faded away slowly, all you could hear was his voice and the music from the stage. Your heart thumped away from the adrenaline of the concert, and from the way he would sneak glances at you during the rap verse, trying to see if you were impressed. It was about you. This really was your song! You blush harder as you see Kayn's soft smile while he sings the final chorus, an expression that rarely appears. The crowd going wild again seeing him this way. But for you, you were silent, smiling hard, a warm feeling in your chest. It was an experience like no other, never had he made you feel this way from the stage. The rest of the concert went by smoothly, you had fun cheering him on but the memory of his sweet, soft smile. You would never forget this.

As the concert ends you book it. Straight to his dresser room. Shouting for him excitedly as you burst in. There he is! Your one and only! Your Rockstar!

" Hello Darling~ Did you like it, I worked hard on it after all. First time fully writing both the lyrics and music actually. I think I did well."

Kayn chuckles, an arrogant look on his face as he gives you cheeky smile. He holds his arms open for you, inviting you in for a hug. As you come in, arms around him, he picks you up and spins you before putting you back down. You praise him, telling him how amazing his performance was, how you could feel him really put his heart and soul into this one. How you had what you swear was the best concert experience of your life.

" Of course. It's a gift you know? Just for you~ An anniversary present I'd say."

He leans down, holding your face gently as his lips press against yours. His rings so deliciously cold against your flushed cheeks. A passionate kiss coming from him, his free hand supporting you by the waist, holding you against him before he lets you go. Another one of his signature charming smiles on his face could be seen as you open your eyes. Ah, you really were his biggest fan, your heart swells with love for him. Kayn runs his fingers through your hair before holding you face lightly once again.

" I love you y/n..."

[missnancywritesfanfic]

Music Festival Ft. Anemo Boys

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer(Scaramouche), Aether

Contains: Modern AU, extreme fluff, drug use(kazuha), suggestive(wanderer)

A/N: I'm glad the first was so well recieved, good news I have another! Enjoy 💗

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VENTI - Somehow Got On Stage

At first, you thought you'd lost him in the middle of a mosh pit. You're turned around more times than you could count and trying to find his vibrant aqua braids in a sea of neon is hard. This is until you hear the speakers boom.

"Hellooooo Mondstadt!"

Your attention is pulled back to the stage where you see him, front and centre with the mic in his hand. Your jaw drops at the sight.

Even from this distance, you can see his cheeks are flushed. He's clearly drunk. How did he get on stage? How was he allowed on the stage??

"This song's dedicated to the love of my life!" Venti points down to the mosh you're wrapped in, you swear his eyes lock with yours. "I love you, baby!"

Your face flushes, your heart flutters. It's not just the heat of the crowd effecting your anymore. Tears spring from your eyes as you yell back with a huge grin.

"I love you too!"

XIAO - Chilling On The Beach

You both sit on the sand, letting the waves touch your feet. You lean against his shoulder, silently playing a conch shell you found earlier.

You'd agreed to join your friends at this concert but unfortunately, it was rather overstimulating for Xiao so you decided to bring him on a walk.

The concert is still in full swing a ways from you. The cheering of the crowd and the live music echoes on for what felt like forever.

You look back to Xiao who's focus is glued to the ocean waves. It's a rare sight to see him so tranquil. You swear you can see the faintest smile on his lips as he plays with the sensation of sand between his toes.

His focus breaks when you silently hand him the conch, and gesture for him to hold it to his ear.

He does so, confused at first, but then his eyes go wide at the music he hears inside. His cheeks are dusted pink, bewildered at the sound, but his eyes glow a little more.

You gave him sounds of the sea to help drown out the screams of the crowd.

KAZUHA - Getting High With Strangers

Gatherings like this are nothing new to him, he finds it to be the best way to relax and connect with others. And you decide to join him.

Whether you yourself get high or not, you both sit around a bonfire with a bunch of people you'd just met from all walks of life. Party animals, first timers, 9-to-5 workers getting their first day off in forever.

And you two, the young lovers, cuddled up against one another as the sun's setting and the concert is mellowing out.

Kazuha keeps an arm wrapped around you, to shield you from the cold and partially to keep himself grounded. The entire time he listened to the shared conversation buzzing from one topic to another.

But he can't help focusing on the warmth you emanate. Maybe it was wrong to assume you needed protection from the cold night, when you produce enough heat for the both of you.

"Kazuha?"

He hums and opens his eyes, not realizing he's dosing off and leans his head on yours. You chuckle softly and brush a strand of hair from his face.

"I was just telling them about the poetry nights."

"Ah, yes, a wonderful event. My little bird creates such beautiful haikus."

Your face flushes at his praise.

"I meant your own poems, babe..."

HEIZOU - Slow Dancing With You

He can't help himself. Especially when it's you.

You just look so beautiful he has to hold you and sway to the music playing. And you melt right into his hold and let him guide your moves.

You remember this song. It was playing when you two went on your first date. Not quite the same atmosphere, definitely a unique first encounter, but thinking back makes you happy you stuck by him.

After a tough case, you offered your company and took him out for fast food and light chat. It was nothing special. You just wanted to see him smile, even if it were for a short time.

There was a car nearby with its windows rolled down, and the radio was blasting, at the height of summertime. You remember clearly the chipper tone you carried.

"Aaah, I love this song~"

Heizou turns you around so he can lie his head in the crook of your neck. You happily placed your arms around him and press a kiss into his hair.

You jump at the butterfly kisses he starts leaving on your neck.

"Heizou, there are people around us..!"

He snickers and keeps decorating your skin with kisses.

WANDERER - Making Out In The Car

Your favorite song is playing, and you're blindly searching for your phone that's buzzing on the car floor. But you nearly miss it while locking lips with your (very greedy) partner. You finally manage to catch your breath and pick it up, weakly hitting his shoulder, hoping he'll slow down on kissing your neck.

Your friends are calling, but before you can answer he takes the phone from you.

"Ah-" You whine and try to steal it back. You can barely concentrate with his hands feeling you up underneath your shirt. "Th-They're calling, I need to-" You wince as he sucks along your collarbone.

"They can wait."

He suddenly pulls you flush against his chest as he sits up, his lips still teasing your vulnerable neck. You wrap your arms around him.

"Did you want to stop?"

You shake your head and take a breath, relaxing into his touch and embracing his kisses. "Good." He turns you around and lays you down, the hand under your shirt trailing up your thigh and kindly guiding your legs to wrap around his waist.

You find yourself unable to breath again. He presses his forehead to yours, looking you in the eyes. You swear he can hear your heartbeat right now.

"Now quit your yapping and let me work."

AETHER - Checking Out Food Booths

Over seasoned meat. Fried rice. Hot dogs. Burgers. Alcohol. Soda. Ice cream. Squid. Pita pockets.

If there's one thing that Aether and Paimon are excited for outside of seeing their friends performing at this festival, it's all the food booths that'd be set up for the attendees.

He takes your hand and brings you to every single booth, he insists that you try at least one of each dish offered.

This was also the first time you'd have the opportunity to meet a bunch of his acquaintances from his travels. Unlike Aether, who had work that took him world wide, you stayed local.

Watching your boyfriend interact with so many people, and see him speak a multitude of languages on the fly is definitely a sight to behold.

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter at the sight. Just when you think he couldn't get anymore attractive.

"Hey (Name), check it out!"

You blink. He suddenly appears in front of you holding three tri-color dango sticks and a huge grin on his face.

"On the house, just for us~"

You giggle and happily take one from him. You plant a kiss on his lips as thanks.

Bless his heart. He's too cute sometimes.

[piratefishmama]

Crossing the Line | Part 5

The odds of finding one feral little metalhead in such a large city without any starting point to go off of were slim at best. Okay that was being generous, the odds were basically non-existent as Steve had been telling Robin for the past hour as they wandered the streets seemingly without aim.

“Rob, we should just buy the tickets and see his band! What’s the worst that can happen?”

“We lose our hearing to people who can’t play their instruments properly, you get rejected publicly, someone throws up on us, we wind up in the mosh pit and you get your THIRD concussion, someone spills their drink on me, or on you, you get recognised and publicly ridiculed for wearing a goddamn sweater vest to a metal gig because I saw you pack your bag what in god’s name, Steven.”

“It’s comfortable.” Steve grumbled in response, momentarily subdued by all of her good points “at least it’s monotonal.” It was a grey knit number, one of his softest. “And I was gonna put a black shirt under it.”

“Yep, no, we’re not doing that, you’re not wearing that. If we must go to the gig and I do mean if we must, you’re going to need another outfit, so we’re going to spend today shopping for that, then head back to the apartment and strategize. We can divide and conquer, you take one half of the city, I’ll take the other, we meet in the middle for coffee.”

“…One half of a city. Where even is the middle of it? How is that a plan?”

“Not the best first plan but it’s the planning stage of the plan, and the planning stage is AFTER shopping, so don’t judge the plan until the planning stage of the plan.”

“You said plan a lot.”

“Less talk more thrift shop, let’s go.” His hand grabbed and away they went. It didn’t matter how rich he was, Robin loved thrift shopping, and after meeting her and knocking down her walls of distrust and uncertainty until they became practically joined at the hip platonic soulmates, finding out how many little treasures you could actually find in those shops, he kind of loved it too. It was an experience he wouldn’t have ever gotten without her, an experience that only added to the down to earth personality that’d developed as he grew older with her.

He didn’t know who he’d be without Robin… probably the same douchebag everyone kind of expected him to be. The douchebag he’d been in his teen years perhaps, partying, drinking, doing drugs, trying to be something he wasn’t to impress the people around him when all they cared about was the vestiges of fame trickling from his being.

Perhaps she’d saved his life by just being there. So he’d indulge a little tomfoolery for her sake.

Even if it did wind up with his feet hurting and his arms aching carrying bags of things he’d never ever wear but might have to for true love, trudging down some random street while Robin looked for some weird non-chain coffee shop because Starbucks held no soul.

“Robin can we just— look, right there, Starbucks, we can go in Starbucks, it’ll be fine, in and out!”

“I’m not going in Starfucks, there’s always some idiot instagraming the weird spelling of their name on the cup as if it’s not a Starbucks ploy to get them free advertising.”

“Or someone claiming to be Voldemort as if the barista would actually shout “he who must not be named” for the brief moment of twitter fame reporting it would bring them.”

“Or tacky mass-produced merch.”

“Or overpriced desserts that aren’t worth it.”

“Or—Ooh!! Lookie, there’s one!” They probably could have gone on for longer, but Robin spotted the little brown shop with large dark windows at the end of the street with a hanging sign outside similar to one found on old bars only this one had two coffee beans on it with the word The Roast written in cursive around the beans. And up close it looked like every rustic coffee shop ever made.

Simple, lots of browns and warm white lighting.

“Down the road from a Starbucks? That’s a gutsy business move.” Steve hummed with the most basic amount of interest as he entered through the door Robin held open for him.

“Honestly you’re never more than a stones throw away from a Starbucks, pick any direction I bet we’ll find another within two blocks.”

“That’s fair.” They made it all the way to the counter where a lone, bored employee leaned heavily against the thick wooden countertop, flicking through a magazine of some kind, the board above him strewn with funnily named coffee drinks and little doodles to match them, Steve found his eyes drawn to that while the Barista released a deep

“Welcome to The Roast, what can I get for you?” Without looking up from his magazine.

“Alright, I’ll have a uhm—ow—Robin, what—ow would you stop elbowing me?”

“Steve.”

“What?” He followed her pointer finger to the man now looking at him with the widest, brownest, most beautiful Bambi eyes he’d ever seen in his goddamn life and all thoughts just kind of drifted away, replaced with the single word… pretty. “Oh…Hello...”

Part 7

[en-engenes]

can i make a request, since enhypen hates doing a dishes can u make a story where jungwon does the dishes for their significant others cause they ask him and he does it willingly and enhypen is like shocked that he is doing the dishes and teases him for being whipped for his significant other

wrapped around your finger - y.jw

pairing: bf!jungwon x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food/eating

word count: 800+

thankfully, your boyfriend had been quite the help, coming over early to bustle around the kitchen and aide in whatever you needed done. he lined up trays of snacks and drinks along the island counter, swept up the leftover flour off the floor, and fluffed the same pillow over and over again until it managed to fit your expectations.

“i’m sorry.” you huffed as he carefully set the decorative pillow back on the couch. “i’ve been really bossy, haven’t i?”

“i’m sorry.” you huffed as he carefully set the decorative pillow back on the couch. “i’ve been really bossy, haven’t i?”

jungwon softly smiled, pulling your stressed out self into a hug, “not at all. i know you have a certain way for things to be. i’m happy to help.”

your lips pursed together, “maybe next time i’ll actually be ahead of schedule.”

“oh, you and i both know that’ll never happen.” he laughed, even harder when you slapped his shoulder. “it’s quite impressive honestly. a procrastinating perfectionist.”

you rolled your eyes just as a knock rapped on the the front door. before your or jungwon could even move an inch, it swung open to reveal six boys trying to squeeze through at the same time. they were already overly excited and couldn’t keep their loud voices at an inside level.

you rolled your eyes just as a knock rapped on the the front door. before your or jungwon could even move an inch, it swung open to reveal six boys trying to squeeze through at the same time. they were already overly excited and couldn’t keep their loud voices at an inside level.

you rolled your eyes just as a knock rapped on the the front door. before your or jungwon could even move an inch, it swung open to reveal six boys trying to squeeze through at the same time. they were already overly excited and couldn’t keep their loud voices at an inside level.

sunoo was the first to make it past the mosh pit they’d managed to form, immediately running to hug you tightly as a welcome — and maybe because he was terrified as well. the rest joined shortly after and suddenly your worries washed away. no amount of cleaning could compare to having all the people you love in one room.

“i hate to intrude on this oh-so precious moment,” heeseung fake grinned before his face dropped completely. “but i haven’t eaten since breakfast and my stomach is trying to eat itself.”

you stepped aside in a hurry to give way to the kitchen. the apartment you were currently in wasn’t all that spacious but heeseung still took off in a full sprint. the others followed suit, gathering around the island and immediately indulging in the food you’d prepared.

making enough food to feed seven, growing boys was like throwing crumbs into the mouth of a whale. there would never be enough to suffice their stomachs. yet they still have endless compliments and thanks for what you’d provided.

board and card games were typical of sleepover saturdays. you all crammed together around the coffee table, because clearly the kitchen table wasn’t good enough, and spent hours fighting over the rules of whatever game you were playing. uno just about had your apartment torn to shreds one night.

before you knew it, eyes had grown a little too heavy to keep open for another round and yawns were beginning to set in. everyone groaned as they rose from the floor, stretching from their poor posture. jungwon gathered some of the miscellaneous trash off the table and headed for the kitchen.

“oh, jungwon,” you sighed loudly. “ah, nevermind actually.”

he turned his head, “no, what’s up?”

“i was gonna ask if wanted to do the dishes but don’t worry abou-”

“-i got it.” he beamed and began to run the water.

as if they were in a movie scene, the boys froze in their tracks and slowly spun to look at their friend. all six of them looked stunned beyond belief. you looked skeptically, eyes darting between them and your boyfriend to catch some sort of hint.

sunghoon laughed in disbelief, “how much are you paying him to do that?”

“to do what? the dishes?” you quizzed, not sure why it was such a big deal.

jake and jay danced their way over to the one in question, being overly affectionate as a way to tease him, “aw, our little jungwon-ie is so in love he’s even doing the dishes for his partner!”

sunoo joined in, “oh, how i wish you loved us that much! our sink is full of dishes so we’ll leave them just for you!”

niki looked at you with a sly grin, “we usually have to play rock, paper, scissors just to get someone to do the dishes. you’ve really got him wrapped around your finger, huh?”

you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. in your relationship, there was never any debacle on who would do cleaning. if one of you asked, the other hopped right up and did it. it never occurred to you that you had jungwon doing things he actually despised because he always did it willingly.

“wonie is so in love, oh yes he is, yes he is.” heeseung pinched the boy’s cheeks, speaking to him like a baby.

jungwon huffed in annoyance and tried to shake his friends off of him while simultaneously scrubbing a fork. he didn’t defend himself, knowing that he certainly was at your mercy and would do whatever you asked in a heartbeat. he’d proudly take the teasing.

[royal-skull-princess]

Yandere Dark Purveyors Headcanon

Author's Note: I was chatting with a friend online that used to be on tumblr until her account was deleted for some reason & we were chatting about this. I asked many other people to make a request of this, but they either busy with other requests or just not interested. So, I decided to make one myself. Enjoy!

To say the least, it's chaotic....literally chaotic!

Out of all the members, Zed would be the more clinging one. He would've threatened just about anybody who looks at you the wrong way.

Mariska would be one of those scary types of obsessive zombies. At first, she seems to be chill & relaxed like many hippies are. But slowly, she begins to reveal her possessiveness over you.

Josey is a pretty more chill zombie than the rest of the band. But it doesn't mean he don't have a obsessive side too. Just Let him see you with another woman/man & you get to see just how jealous he can really get.

Lewis is really a cocky one. He doesn't have to force his love onto his darling. In his mind, they are already into him, right? But like Josey, he will hunt down anyone who dares to even winked at his woman/man.

Despite they're possessiveness,, they would definitely spoil you.

And by spoil, I mean charming you with romantic bike rides, (Lewis) letting you touch Yumil, (Vikke) even cuddles. (All of them)

The good thing about them being scary obsessed zombies is that they each have a soft spot for you...

The worses part though, they can be aggressively jealous when it comes to rivals.

Let's say that one day, you decided to reject they're feelings for you...

It doesn't end well........for you....

The only ones who wouldn't understand the meaning of rejection at first is Zed, Vikke, & Josey, who would brush it off as a joke. But as soon they relized your....it's h**l on earth!

For one, Lewis would take it the worst. He will go out on a length & hunt down whoever stole his lover's heart.

Mariska would be chill about it. But don't let that fool you you. On the inside, it's like a tornado of jealousy.

And if you decided to leave them, you might wanna convince your other lovers to stay at your place.

And you might need to lock your doors & windows.

Cause as soon as you do, they're coming after, not just them...........you

Don't think they are going to let you get away with leaving them for another lover.

There are just so many ways they can get rid of their rivals you come across.

Zed will have his mosh pit army tear your new lover apart from limb to limb.

Vikke would ripped them apart with his brute strength, hoping to show you what he do with rivals, or even feeding them to Yumil.....or himself.

Lewis wouldn't be making a mess in the living realm. He drag them to his realm & kill them there, by shooting alot of holes in they're body.

Mariska can use her illusions to drive anyone crazy like they were on drugs or something, giving her enough time to kill them off....slowly & painfully.

Josey on one hand, can just turn them into a mindless undead minion when he feels that they could be threat to love growing between you & him.

With the lover out of the way, they're gonna lay low for a while until the time is right to strike.

Heck, they're probably going to start a apocalypse to get you if they have to.

Before you know it, you'd be finding yourself either trapped in one of Mariska's bubble traps or chained to a poll on Vikke's ship.

Obviously, there are going to be alot of ruthless fights with everyone except you, on the count on who gets to keep you & you know.......cuddles.

You can always count on your friend Juliet to protect you.....if she's still alive.

Just pray that things will end for the better for you.......while you're dealing with some undead unwanted admirers.

[sangyeonsmuse]

AVALON | DAY 2

PAIRING lead singer bf Sangyeon x gf reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6k

GENRE Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️ vaginal fingering, body worship, vulgar language, lead singer Sangyeon, eating her out, hickeys, he calls her his little star, praise, soft dom Sangyeon

SUMMARY Sanyeong writes a song for you so that all his fans know that his heart belongs to you.

MORE | Day two of the Groupie Love Series

By now you were used to the loud and chaotic atmosphere when it came to your boyfriends shows. One year the two of you had been going strong and he made it his priority to make sure you attended every show. That year was more than enough time for you to get used to the rock scene, The mosh pits, the familiar faces in the crowd and the screaming of your lover's lyrics from the entire crowd. By now you knew every song, every setlist, every chord and beat. It was to your suprise that your boyfriend decided to add something completely new to his setlist. A change that had been quite the surprise to both you and the crowd.

“This song is gonna be for a special someone that deserves more than just a song, she deserves the entire fucking world. Baby you’ve been on this crazy ride with me for a year now, I need you to know my heart, my mind, my soul it’s yours this one’s for you baby.’’

“My love you and I could consume the night

become one with the sky’’

“As we fall my faith is recalled every part of me enthralled

by your touch”

“Why, is this love i dont know’’

“Will you entrust me your soul, as we fight fire with sound.’’

“I ask could you stay for a while’’

“As the wolves begin to howl and the moon stares back and frowns’’

“This world is crumbling as time counts down”

“Before the end arrives ,my love you and I could consume the night

become one with the sky’’

“As we fall my faith is recalled every part of me enthralled

by your touch”

“Why, is this love i dont know’’

“Will you entrust me your soul, as we fight fire with sound.’’

“I ask could you stay for a while”

As the guitar faded out and the song finished you hadn’t even realized you had been crying until you felt a tear fall upon your hand. In contrast to your emotional moment the crowd had been going insane, amidst the chaos and loud scream of the crowd your boyfriend's eyes found you and as you both stared at one another it felt as if it was just the two of you. By the time the show ended you found yourself rushing to get out back to his dressing room where you knew he was most likely already awaiting your arrival. As you pushed open the door to his dressing room he stood there with a towel thrown over his head, his hair having been completely drenched from sweat and the water he had thrown around earlier on stage.

Not one word was exchanged nor were they needed between the two of you at that moment. His hand immediately hooked around your waist pulling you into him. To him you were completely intoxicating, your scent, your voice, your body, your touch everything about you was like his drug. Bringing your hand to his lips he placed loving kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, a gesture that made the butterflies in your stomach go frantic . As his lips met your shoulder it sent shivers down your spine from the moment they touched your skin. He felt the way your body relaxed and heated up at the contact and immediately grew satisfied with the reaction. A reaction he had earned from you time and time again but would never tire of it.

Soft hums spilled from his lips, as he began to undress you while adorning your skin with kisses, soft hums you recognized to be the song he had just performed for you. It wasn't until you felt his fingertip trail down the soft skin on your stomach that your need for him grew more urgent. Sanyeons fingers slipped beneath your dress and past your panties and before you had known it he had already been rubbing circles around your clit earning soft moans from you as your hand rested on his wrist. The way your back arched and your nails dug into his arm sent his thoughts into a frenzy. The combination of your moans and your soft skin against his tongue was enough to drive him mad. He had barely even touched you and you were already being so reactive, he knew it would only be a few more seconds before his name would spill from your lips in that sweet melodic tone like always. Seconds later he slipped in two fingers, taking the time to stretch you out and feel you out before he began to thrust them in and out slowly. The way you whine for him to move them faster only causes him to slow them down, he needed to hear you say his name, the way his name fell from your lips had always sounded so sweet.

"Yeonie please, please my love.'' you choked out, your words barely audible but it was good enough for him because no matter how you said it the sound of his name from your lips was something he always loved to hear. Slipping in yet another finger he watched how your expressions changed as he moved his fingers faster. He tried his best to read your thoughts but it seemed that at the moment nothing was there, just the mere thought of him and all the things that he was now doing to you. A soft chuckle spilled from his lips before leaving a string of kisses on your neck.

“You’re so beautiful, everything about you is so fucking beautiful, your smile, your eyes, your hair your voice.” His hand roamed over your body, leaving a fiery sensation over every place he touched. His touch would always leave you longing for more no matter how many times you felt it. He loved the way you squirmed and your body convulsed as he continued to stretch you out and pump his fingers inside of you, and as he stopped to remove his fingers to bring them to his lips he couldn't deny that your begging and pleas for him to continue had been so much sweeter. So this time rather than return his fingers there he lifted you up, carrying you over to the couch. After laying you down he slipped your panties from your legs and dropped them to the floor before scooping your legs up and going between your thighs. His eyes gazed up at your beautiful face as he left kisses on your inner thighs before sinking his teeth in once more earning a small yelp from you before your fingers grasped at his hair. He was taking his time with you, he needed to worship you, to treat your body like a goddess that only he could touch.

His eyes remained glued to you even moments as his lips met your clit, the sounds that spilled from your mouth following his actions made him desperate to hear more. He slipped his tongue through your folds and as your head fell back at the immense pleasure his eyes stayed trained on you. In that moment he didn’t care about who might have heard you, or what fans had been outside waiting for him as the fans usually did. You were his priority. The blissed out look on your face and the way you pulled at his hair, every now and then pushing his face deeper between your thighs it made his hunger for you all the more insatiable.

''You look so beautiful like this my little star, so fucking beautiful.'' he slips his tongue past your folds all while using a few fingers to massage your clit. He gave you no time to respond before he was attacking the heat between your legs as if he himself was desperate to touch you just as you were for him to touch you. Your fingers tugged at his dark locks as his tongue played with your sensitive core. It was a feeling you had felt time and time again with him but each time it seemed to be all the more pleasurable. The way his tongue and lips attacked your clit so vigorously made your thighs tremble. He sensed your hip movements and immediately forced your thighs back down against the couch. As he continued to suck and play at your g spot with his fingers it was like music to his ears hearing the way you whine and moan out for him and him only. He watched as your face contorted at the pleasure and felt as you clenched around his tongue and fingers and he was more than sure you were meeting your release.

"Go ahead baby let it out.'' he hums against you and as you squirm beneath him and release on his tongue he couldn't help but stare up at you proudly.

"You did so good for me baby.'' he gently rubs between your thighs as he watches you fall back against the couch. While you took a moment to compose yourself he left loving kisses on your thighs before getting up and making his way to the bathroom to grab a towel. As he wiped you clean a smile curled onto his lips as he watched you struggling to keep your eyes open.

A soft I love you spills from your lips to which he responds ‘I love you more’ pressing a kiss to your forehead. Once your eyes grew heavy and you fell asleep he slipped a new pair of panties onto your legs before kissing the marks he had left on both your neck and thighs. With a proud smile he brushed the hair from your face before making his way out of his dressing room to meet with fans so that the two of you could head home

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 2

This time around, Dustin let Will handle the camera. Not only because he was super busy on this day, but Will had also proven himself a talented director. He was currently capturing grade A gold of Steve deciding which hair products to pack away for the day.

He had packed and unpacked the bag at least three times while Dustin was making final arrangements in the kitchen by phone.

“Steve, I swear to god!”

“Hey! No yelling. You promised this would be the one day, no yelling”, Steve snapped.

Dustin huffed, then returned to his phone call.

“I think you’ll look fine”, Will said from behind the camera. “Eddie’s gonna love how you look no matter what.”

Steve smiled fondly at him for that. “Remind me why I didn’t make you my best man again?”

“Because Dustin would have skinned you alive?”

“Yeah, that’s why”, Steve nodded. He figured out his perfect products and closed up the bag. “Alright. I’m ready to get married.”

More like he was ready to begin preparing for the process to start getting ready to be married. But he was ready all the same.

Dustin was his best man. For the record, he had asked Robin first. But then she spent about an hour rambling about how horrible of a job she’d do with the planning and her anxiety and ruining his perfect day while being incredibly flattered and Steve decided to take her out of her misery.

“Just be where I need you”, he had said.

“Can do.”

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While Steve went into a small room to get started on his hair, Dustin talked to Will, camera off.

“Okay, we’ve got a small window here. You ready for this?”

“You really think they’ll like it?”, Will asked.

“Those saps? They’ll be showin’ it to their grandkids”, Dustin said. 

Will beamed. They could do this. And hopefully Steve and Eddie would appreciate the thought behind it.

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Eddie had proposed on January 2nd, 1990. He definitely planned to do a whole New Year’s thing, but had both chickened out and gotten distracted (another story for another time). But when he finally nutted up, he had told Steve he didn’t want another decade to go by without Steve being his husband.

“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you in a mosh pit, babe.”

“Eddie, that was three years ago.”

“Three years of torture.” Of not really knowing what the future held for them. Of knowing that even if they belonged to each other in every other way, it wouldn’t be recognized in many people’s eyes. But Eddie finally decided that he officially didn’t care if it wasn’t official. It was real to him and the man he loved. That made it more real than anything else.

And now he was staring at him, with El standing as officiator. She had been the flower girl at her first wedding (Joyce and Jim’s) and had been very fascinated with the person who got to actually marry the couple. She cleared her throat and began to speak, welcoming all the guests in a voice that was strong and full of adoration for the idea of two people professing their love in front of an audience of family and friends.

Then it came time for vows and Eddie typically didn’t shy away from his feelings but he had planned wear even more of his heart on his sleeve. Not only had Steve’s parents responded to the invite, they had attended. And he was gonna let them know just how special their son was.

When it was Steve’s turn, he was definitely already tearing up, but he got out everything he wanted to say. He wondered briefly if Robin saw a similar future for herself or Will.

But then El was practically bouncing on her heels to say her favorite part of all this and anything pertaining to non-Eddie thoughts left his mind.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom.”

It really was the sweetest kiss Steve had ever received.

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The musical selection at the reception was probably the oddest playlist possible but both grooms had wanted everyone to have a chance on the dance floor. Once it into full swing, everyone was getting a little of the grooms’ attention. And if it wasn’t the guests, they had their eyes on each other. So they could be forgiven for not noticing when a few of their friends disappeared.

Will, Jonathan, Nancy, and Dustin had left the hall to prepare their gift for the couple. When it was ready, Dustin walked out onto the stage to get everyone’s attention.

“A few of us have made something special for the men of the hour. Steve, Eddie, with all due respect: I told you so. And without further ado, solid proof that I am always right.”

A video began playing on a projector. One with Eddie and Steve as the focus, with Dustin obviously narrating from behind the camera. It was a little shakey, but something in Steve’s heart cracked at hearing Dustin’s still cracky voice from years ago, putting his own little spin on his and Eddie’s courtship.

“That little shit”, Steve whispered when the scene of him in the bathroom came up. But it had none of the bite it normally did when he was tearing up. Eddie brought his hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. He was feeling a little vindication seeing their romance from the outside. In some of the scenes, Steve looked just as nervous as he had been. He had just been too blinded by love at the time to notice.

But then it changed from clips of their budding romance to the current events of today. 

As Dustin had been busy with best man business, Will was handling the camera and Lucas was voicing over for Steve’s actions from outside a window.

“On this, the most important day of his life, Steve is attended by the most trusted members of his pack.” 

Steve sat in front of a mirror while Robin did his hair, slapping his hands away every time he tried to interfere. Dustin was using a lint roller on his suit. Steve’s face was a storm of emotion as he tried to fidget with his hair. But Robin was on top of her game today.

“In less than an hour, Steve will officially enter a pair bond for life. Now let’s check in with Eddie.”

The shot changed to Eddie’s preparation. And while Steve anxious feelings were palpable, yet under control, Eddie was letting them all gush forth in the adrenaline thick atmosphere among his groomsmen.

“I’m gonna marry him!”, he shouted.

“You’re gonna marry him!”, Gareth and Jeff shouted back.

Eddie was pacing wildly around the room, sometimes pausing to hop on his feet. “I’m getting married today. I’m marrying Steve. Let’s go! Let’s do this! Nancy! Hit me!”

Nancy obliged him with a slap on the face and that got him even more hype, lifting the energy of the room even more. The handler of the camera turned it towards themselves, revealing Mike was the one recording. And he was definitely wondering how he got here. Then he turned it back towards Eddie.

“Okay, I just gotta ask one last time...”

Nancy gave him a warning look. “Mike...”

“Why Steve?”

Eddie’s smile got even bigger if that was possibly. “He’s belongs in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Mini Wheels. It’s like I’m in little league and I hit a home run against a pro. You shouldn’t be asking me ‘why Steve?’ You should be asking me how.”

Steve turned to Eddie and was trying to convey just how with only his eyes. As they had just described in vivid detail in words. Eddie got the message and kissed him again.

The video went on to show the actual wedding, Will and Jonathan handling two cameras and then a third, floating at an impossible angle. Leave it to El to work double time for such an occasion. 

Seeing it all again from the outside...It had really happened, hadn’t it?

“We’re married, baby”, Eddie beamed.

When the video ended, they were kissing each other again. And again and again and for once, Dustin’s self righteous attitude didn’t rain on their parade. If anything they were actually proud of him for seeing what they hadn’t. You’ll never get them to admit it though.

END

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