#i think its something i get from my dad. the need to share music and Know what song is playing

[theluckiestrose]

The autistic urge to identify and comment every song that isnt properly credited in a tiktok just in case someone wats to listen to the whole thing instead of like 15 seconds of it

[jungkookstatts]

All Over Again

[Summary]: Paternity leave has its effects on Jungkook. After his first day back at work, he can't help but show you how much he doesn't want to go back.

[Theme]: Dad!Jk, CEO!Jk, Married Couple AU, Parent's AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes. Marking, kissing, nipple play, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), dom!JK, mentions of another pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and getting pregnant, etc.

[Word Count]: 4,274

[A/N]: This is a pure result of the urge my body suddenly gets to want a child right before my period smh. Anyway, felt cute, might delete later once I am sane.

It’s been a long ass day. Jungkook’s white button-up feels stapled to his skin, his pants folding uncomfortably with every step he makes as he exits his office. A long finger comes up to his neck, digging underneath his striped tie, wiggling it a little to loosen the chokehold it has around his neck. His other hand feels bound to his briefcase, which carries so much importance in his life but yet so much burden at the same time.

It’s his first day back at work after his baby boy was born. The briefcase he holds reminds him of the duty he has to his family — of his passion and his support for you and your baby. But it also reminds him of the time it has ripped away from spending with you. He clutches it with so much strength at the thought of you, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and pressing the unlock button so hard, that he thinks he almost might just break it.

With a deep breath, he takes off his tie and tosses it in the passenger seat along with his briefcase. He’s ready to go home. That picture of you, him, and your son that you insisted on framing and Jungkook bringing to work has been a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to at the end of the day. If only his paternity leave could have been longer. You and his son are all he’s been able to think about. How you were doing, if you needed his help, if Jaemun was being feisty, how the cute crinkle on his nose resembles yours to a T.

It’s late January, and the winter air is unforgiving. He wonders if you have the heat on high enough; if Jaemun had enough blankets, or if the tip of your nose was cold like how it always is in the winter months. He can imagine you holding him close, swaddling him as you sing to him delicately. The thought makes his whole body warm, even though the air is so cold that it feels like glass is cutting against his skin.

He’s convinced he will take more time off. He’s the CEO, after all. He could take months off and it not matter. He wants to be with you always — at all times of the day to hold you and be there for you like he should be. If only the world had been that easy to where passions didn’t have a price. He got lucky, his passion having a heavy penny attached to it. But he wonders where that passion took something more valuable away from him — time. He finds himself now strapped between the choice of time and passion, and he fights the fact that he cannot choose both.

The door to your home is welcoming to his eyes as he pulls up to it. It’s not big by any means. Just homey and enough for the three of you. Even with the snow covering almost every inch of it, the reminder of how warm it is on the inside makes his drive to enter it even greater. He does so with a shiver, coming up to your shared home with a stomp of his boots to shake off the snow just before he enters.

To his surprise, he’s met with hushed music coming from the kitchen as he puts his winter coat on the hook, places his briefcase on the wooden floor, and shimmies out of his shoes. He looks at his watch first, making sure it’s not Jaemun’s nap time, to which he finds out it is. The soft music makes sense now, and he smiles when he makes his way down the hallway to the source of the noise.

The rest of the house is dark except for the kitchen-living room area that you and your baby rest in. Jaemun is peacefully sleeping in his bassinet by the couch, cuddling his dinosaur blanket, while you are by the stove, stirring something.

You look over your shoulder at the sound of familiar footsteps, and your heart immediately softens at the sight of your husband in the doorframe. He smiles back tiredly, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted attempt to pull himself together before he makes his way over to you. He looks relieved, like he’s finally received what he’s wanted all day. You’re happy to see him, knowing all too well that that’s what you’ve been waiting for all day, too.

Big, warm hands slide around your waist, a heavy chin rests on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek softly. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your presence as he releases the tension from work off his shoulders. You tend to have an instant effect on him — he missed you so much.

“You’re stirring water?” he laughs as he stares at the pot of water on the stove, unboiled, as you stir it as if it is.

“I’m trying to get it to boil quicker,” you explain with a defeated sigh. “Doesn’t seem to be working. I feel like I’ve been standing here for 20 minutes.”

He hums from behind you, taking your stirring hand and stopping your motions. You’ve never been a big cooker, but he knows you’ve been trying lately. “Just let it be, love. It’ll get there.”

You do as he says, putting the ladle down on the countertop and turning around in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at the tall man who holds you close against him. You’re met with a tired Jungkook who rests his forehead against yours as you play with the hairs at the back of his head.

“How was work?” you ask gently.

He groans, wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tighter against him. It causes you to rest your cheek on his shoulder, hugging him in full.

“That bad?” you chuckle.

Your husband just sighs against your neck. “It’s too early to go back, Y/n,” he candors.

You tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear. “We’re ok, Kook,” you comfort. But he only shakes his head, making the tucked strand fall out of its place again.

“I’m not,” he says. “I want to be here with you. Spend time with Jaemun before he’s suddenly 25.”

You chuckle at that. It does feel like that sometimes. It’s been three months since your son was born, but it feels like it was just yesterday that you were holding him for the first time.

You can only hold his cheek in response, running your thumb slowly against his soft skin. You feel for him, you really do. He’s such a good father. It makes your heartstrings tug and twist and pull every time you see him with your little boy. It’s only a matter of time before you have to go back to work as well. The thought makes your stomach turn, and you can completely sympathize with your husband dreading going back to work and leaving you and Jaemun.

“Your water is boiling,” he breaks you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you turn around. You smile, knowing he was right before. “I’m making pasta if that sounds ok?”

Jungkook kisses your neck in response, a gentle thing that has your tummy flipping for a second.

“You could also probably wake up our son,” you check the time on the microwave. “He’s been a little sleepy today, so I let his nap go for a little longer than usual.”

You add the pasta in and turn the water down, moving over to the greens left on the cutting board. You start chopping until your husband’s lips move lower.

“Our son,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone. The statement makes him jittery. It feels unreal still, even after nine months of waiting, and another three of actually having your little family here with him. You’re his wife, the mother of his kid, and he loves you more than anything in the world. You gave him something he can never find an equivalent to giving back to you. You gave him your heart and a family, and there’s nothing that can replace or overcome what that means to him. His soul lives for yours; it’s overwhelming what you’ve done for him. It’s overwhelming how you make him feel.

He kisses your collarbone softly once again, his heart full. You tilt your head to the side for more, and he gives it to you, kissing up your neck with slow wet kisses.

“Kook,” you exhale gently. You feel him hum against the skin just under your ear. Large palms cup your waist, his body moving closer to yours, trapping your hips against the countertop. Your knife feels loose in your hand when he bites at your skin gently, his tongue brushing over the bite mark afterward.

He stirs something within you. Something that you’ve missed terribly for the past few months. It makes your thighs tremble as he gently caresses your skin under his fingertips.

“The baby—“ you begin, but Jungkook’s motions cut you off yet again when his fingers slowly slide down your front. He’s unsure, his hand hesitating over your skin as his breath stops momentarily in thought.

“Is this okay?” He asks you genuinely. You nearly fall to your knees, dropping your knife onto the board, when his fingers put pressure over your clothed mound. It’s subtle, and much more gentle than what you’re used to with him. You know he’s being cautious, but god did you miss him. “If it’s too much, I’ll pull away.”

You shake your head.

It’s been a long time since the two of you have gotten intimate. Childbirth wasn’t easy, and your doctor just recently gave you two the “ok” for sex. The first time you tried since then wasn’t like what you’re used to with your husband. It was slow and painful, ending with a lot of apologies, embarrassment, and frustration. It’s safe to say that you have to get used to sex all over again.

“No,” you lean against him. “J-Just be gentle. I’m still a little sore.”

“Ok,” he whispers against your neck, kissing it softly. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

You nod, loosening your nervous shoulders as your husband takes control. He stops swiftly for a second, turning the stove on the lowest setting before looking over his shoulder at his son to ensure he’s still fast asleep. Once he sees that he is, he immediately returns to you.

“So good for me,” he says, slowly circling your clit over your sweats. His other hand squeezes your waist before it moves up, sliding under your shirt and trickling over your breast. You’re wearing a soft bra today—one without an underwire—which makes it easier for him to slide his fingers under.

You whimper when he softly massages your boob, his fingers playing with your nipples gently. Your body, especially your breasts, has become 10x more sensitive since birth. You can feel everything, and everything either hurts or feels really really good. Whenever your husband seems to hold them, you’re a whimpering mess, melting like putty in his arms as he plays with you.

“Sensitive,” Jungkook smiles. His fingers rub harder against you, and you subtly buck your hips against him. His lips graze against your skin, his hair tickling your collarbone as he assaults your neck over and over again. 

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant,” he rasps against your cheek before planting a sweet kiss upon it. “Wanna see you like that all the time. So full of me — carrying our babies.”

“Jungkook, I—” you whine, grasping onto his wrist. You’re unsure what to do with yourself, wanting him to do so much to you, but not knowing where to start.

The man behind you takes his hand away from your mound, and he chuckles when you whine in protest. But his thumbs hook on your pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down.

“Relax, baby,” he asks again. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides around your waist again, smoothing over your skin until it’s sliding between your folds. The back of your hand comes up to your mouth as your other grips the countertop for support as he plays with you.

“So wet,” he moans, feeling the effect he’s had on you with his fingers. “This all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

You nod, feeling completely at the mercy of the man behind you. His other hand plays with your nipple again, and you feel another wave of euphoria go straight to your pussy.

His fingers gather your slick generously, smoothing it over your clit before circling it gently. He plays infinities over it, making your knees go weak. It’s getting harder to stay quiet, especially when he pinches your nipple gently, making you gasp at the soreness and pleasure it causes.

“K-Kook,” you whine, but he only chuckles, quickening his motions on your clit as he presses further into you. You can feel his dick strained against his work pants, and the thought of him inside you again makes you feel so needy for him. “Want you,” you pant. “Please.”

“Patience,” he shushes you, kissing your neck surely. “I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Wanna cum with you,” you whine in protest.

“You will,” he promises.

You gasp as he switches his finger, his thumb trading places with his middle. It circles over you just the same, except this time, it’s joined by his middle finger slowly inserting itself between your folds.

“Oh,” you exhale, feeling weak when he pumps it in and out of you slowly.

He lets himself test your reactions, seeing if the insertion is too much — if it hurts or feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem to be, and he slowly lets his ring finger join with his middle, causing you to roll your eyes back slightly.

“So good for me, baby,” he encourages. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you reply almost immediately.

He kisses your neck. His lips leave hot, wet marks all over your skin as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. His other hand quickly comes to your waist, stabilizing you as you whimper against the back of your hand, trying your best to keep quiet.

He circles his thumb faster, his fingers circling and brushing against your g-spot in tandem with his movements. You feel your orgasm looming over you, and with a certain pressure against your clit, you’re coming undone just as he said you would all over his fingers.

“There you are,” he coaxes you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, his fingers very gently brushing over your clit as you come down.

Once you're calmed down, you reach around you, playing with his belt loop as you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. He looks back down, hesitating again knowing what you want but unsure if it’s too much for you to handle yet.

“What,” he smiles teasingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“I want you,” you candor, looking at up him with pleading eyes.

He kisses your nose. “Are you sure? You said it hurt last time.”

You nod. “Please, Koo,” you beg him.

His chest rises, and he takes a deep breath before he nods, kissing you gently as he unbuckles his belt. He places it on the counter before unzipping himself and pulling his pants down. It springs up, pressing itself against your skin gently. But he takes himself in his hands, hesitantly letting it slide down over your folds. 

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He says, lining himself up to you with a few strokes of his cock. God, was he nervous. The last time sex hurt really bad for you, and that was just a week ago. He wonders if the prep was enough; he hopes it was, he really doesn’t want to hurt you again.

You nod, holding onto the countertop again as his tip rubs against your entrance. Your coat his cock in such slickness, even you’re surprised at how much you leak onto him. You miss your husband. You need this bad, and so does he.

“Oh, and try to stay quiet, yeah?” He says with a push of his hips. The motion has him covering your mouth with his hand, shielding your moans quickly. “The baby is still sleeping.”

His dick slips past your folds so smoothly, it has you gasping for breath at how good it feels. It’s nothing like the last time. He’s gentler, but still so so big, he fills you up just right.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck once he sheathes himself fully inside of you. The man behind you stills, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you. He, too feels like he’s had to relearn sex all over again. How to please you right now that your body has changed, how to make sure that you are comfortable with his pace and size. You two haven’t had sex like this in so long, he feels overwhelmed when you feel almost too good for him to control. A part of him is embarrassed by how quickly he thinks he’s going to last. 

“How are you still so tight, hm?” he asks with a firm grip on your hip. “Y-You okay?”

You can only nod, pushing your hips down against him. The motion forces him further into you, to which both of you grunt at the feeling.

Testingly, Jungkook pulls out slowly, before pushing back into you a little quicker than before. You coat him generously, creating a motion that makes it easy for him to repeat. 

He develops a pace, fucking you against the kitchen countertop with your juices leaking all over his cock and down your thighs. The stove is on and your baby still sleeps; there are uncut vegetables in front of you and your husband still wears his work shirt. But he fucks you as if none of that matters. As if his only priority is to make sure you feel good, to let yourself go as he fuck you deep and just how you like it. 

His hand comes off from your mouth and settles on your hip. His other hand wraps around your front, holding you impossibly close against his body.

You moan softly when he bends you over slightly against the countertop, the new angle making it hard for you to stay quiet. But you push your hips against him anyway, telling him without words to go deeper.

The action causes him to moan, following your request with a snap of his hips.

“You like it that much, hm?” He grunts, cock ramming into you. “Like it when I knock you up good?”

“Y-Yes!” You whisper. “I love it so much, Koo.”

“Y-yeah?” He leans over you. A tattooed hand cups over yours, palm embracing the back of your hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Gonna let me do it again?”

“Mmhm,” you squeeze his fingers. “As many times as y-you want.”

“A-Ah,” he pants, mind going into a frenzy over your words. The fact that he is yours, that you are his. That only he can hear you say that. That only he can make you feel this good. That only he has the privilege of calling you his wife. It makes his heart warm and his cock twitch. 

“God, I’m going to ruin you if you say things like that, Y/n,” he warns. But you are relentless, leaning your head back on his shoulder, giving yourself to him further. 

“W-Want you to,” you whimper. “I love you.” 

Your legs shake, completely weak from your past orgasm and your new one forming at the pit of your stomach. His cock makes you feel so full, like you’re stretched to the max capacity as he fucks you good. You know he’s close when his dick twitches inside of you after your words, which only encourages you to gain some strength and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

“Mm, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly. “M’ gonna cum.”

He quickly reaches around you again, drawing infinities over your clit with his middle finger. His eyes roll back as your cunt naturally tightens at the feeling. Your hips jolt and the knots in your tummy slowly start to unravel themselves onto his dick as you come undone. Just as he had promised, with a final twitch, he’s cumming inside of you with hot, thick ropes filling you up with whispered exhales of your name on his lips.

He lets the two of you catch your breath, his forehead resting on your shoulder before he’s pulling out, shared cum leaking down your thighs and onto the floor. Quickly, he grabs a paper towel from the roll next to the stove and cleans you up a little.

With gentle hands, he helps you back into your sweats before he helps himself into his boxers. He still lingers behind you when he reaches a hand around you and turns the stove on a higher setting once again. 

You turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pull him in for a much-needed kiss. “I love you,” you whisper against him again. His hair falls onto your skin, dark locks intertangling with yours as his fingers come up to hold your face against his. Soft lips sear over yours, telling you things that simply cannot be put into words. 

“I love you, too,” he brushes his nose against yours. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You pause, looking up at his dilated pupils. He looks at you like you're his world; like he's given you his heart with the full intent of never receiving it back from you. You nod, kissing him softly again. 

“You should probably wake up your son now,” you poke his cheek.

Looking at the time on the microwave, he snaps out of his daze. “Oh fuck,” he says as his fingers leave your side. You watch him leave you with a chuckle, turning back to your pasta wondering how in the world you go so lucky to marry and mother a kid to this man. You’d truly give him anything he wanted. 

***

[Bonus]

With gentle hands, so big against his baby’s frame, he picks Jaemun up in his arms, holding him against his chest. His dinosaur blanket swaddles him softly, and Jungkook does his best to make sure he’s correctly supported and held despite the extra fabric over his small frame. 

Jaemun stirs, and Jungkook places a soft kiss on his tiny head before he gets the chance to freak out and cry. The baby seems to know exactly who is holding him, and he nearly falls back asleep at the familiarity of his father’s arms. But Jungkook bounces him against his chest softly, slowly waking him up for dinnertime.

He makes his way over to you, making unnecessary airplane noises, from what you assume is Jungkook pretending to be an airplane and his son the passenger.

“You know, babies can’t laugh until they’re about 4 months,” you shake your head with a laugh.

“False,” your husband comes behind you again. “I swear he’s laughed before.”

You chuckle, taking the pan off the stove and pouring the insides into a strainer. Just the noodles are left in the strainer now, and you realize that you haven’t thought past the part of boiling the noodles. You ignore that you have no idea what kind of pasta you’re making when Jungkook rests himself against the kitchen island. 

Jaemun catches sight of you, and his arm reaches for you in Jungkook’s hold. You come over, giving him a kiss on the forehead before kissing your husband.

“Were you serious?” your husband asks you suddenly. 

“About?” you raise your eyebrow. 

“You know,” he gulps, holding Jaemun a little tighter. He rests against Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes tempting to fall back asleep again. “More kids.” 

You raise both your eyebrows again, looking at him as if he was serious. His heart beats faster when he realizes what you’re thinking, quickly rephrasing himself. 

“N-Not now, of course,” he gulps. 

You turn around, opening the fridge for some milk for Jaemun as you listen to him. You take out a pot, take the cased breast milk from earlier, and pour it in, turning on the stove afterward. 

“I just mean, like, in the future,” he explains.

There’s a long pause as you wait for the pot to heat up enough. The man behind you is weak, and you don’t know if you want to be mean and give him the blunt answer, or soften the blow. Watching how he cradles your son makes you want to go with the first choice. 

“Don’t you worry Jeon,” you start, as you stir the contents in the pot. You can hear him gulp behind you. “I planned on giving you as many babies as you want. But at least wait until Jaemun is in pre-school or something. I don’t think I can handle two infants at once.” 

You hear little from him at your answer, leaving you smirking knowing full well that you put the man behind you in a frenzy imagining the future you just laid out for him.

***

[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

[linghxr]

My 2023 in Mandopop/Chinese music (update & recs)

It’s been too long since I last shared some music recommendations/updates on what I’m listening to! Admittedly, I haven’t been discovering as many new artists because I’m busy listening to 薛之谦 on repeat. But we'll focus on the new.

You can check out my Spotify playlist featuring these songs (plus bonus ones). In addition, I’ve included YouTube links below.

五月天 / Mayday 五月天 is a legendary band, so of course I knew of them and had heard a few of their songs over the years. But I never proactively sought out their music until recently. I still haven’t had time to dive into their back catalog, but I’ve already found some songs I really love.

《我又初恋了》 I actually really didn’t like this song the first time I heard it, but it wormed its way into my brain. It’s just a lot of fun! Non-serious songs can be good too.

《转眼》 My favorite 五月天 song <3. I’m probably too young to fully appreciate the lyrics, but they make me feel so nostalgic and bittersweet, like transitioning to a new chapter of life and leaving the old behind.

《因为你 所以我》 This song didn’t stand out to me at first, but it grew on me! I caught myself humming it a lot. It‘s kind of corny, but it sounds so full of hope.

陈奕迅 / Eason Chan I first started listening to 陈奕迅 a couple years ago after my Album a Day August challenge, but I’ve found that his music has grown on me over time. I believe I’ve only mentioned him once before, so I thought now was a good time to highlight my favorite of his songs.

《之外》 This is probably my favorite 陈奕迅 song. The lyrics convey a sense of hopelessness, but the overall song has a smooth, light sound.

《娱乐天空》 You know a song is good when it’s over 6 minutes long but feels like it flies by! It makes me want to get up, get moving, and be productive.

《烟味》 This song is dramatic, and I love it for that. Also has a hint of orchestral flavor.

《淘汰》 One of 陈奕迅’s most well-known songs—for a good reason. It has big Cpop ballad vibes but is definitely livelier.

白举纲 / Bai Jugang You’re going to notice several mentions of 披荆斩棘 in this post. That’s where I “met” 白举纲. I instantly liked his voice and loved seeing him with his “brother” 高瀚宇 and “dad” 张晋! You may also see his music under his English name, Pax Congo.

《被动失控》 This is the only song on the list you could headbang to.

《Shy Boy》 I love this song because it’s cute and includes a children’s rhyme that I learned as a kid: 找啊找啊找朋友 找到一个好朋友.

苏诗丁 / Su Shiding At some point last year I did a one-month free trial of Apple Music. It was an interesting experience because the recommendations were very different from what Spotify tends to show me. I’m glad Apple Music led me to 苏诗丁!

《LUCIFER（傲慢宗罪）》 All I can say is that this song exudes coolness and confidence. It also has a fair bit of English, but honestly I had to look up the lyrics to tell what some of it was.

《梦幻病》 This song is from the same album. It’s dreamlike but gets more frantic as it builds. Overall, it’s just a bit…unsettling.

队长 / Young Captain I learned about 队长 from a random post on Instagram about his concert in Malaysia. I think these songs might have gone viral on 抖音 or something. I was surprised I liked them so much because they both have some rap (I’m not a rap fan), but it was love at first listen.

《11》 I love how this song builds towards the end. I spend the whole song waiting for the crescendo, and it’s great payoff.

《楼顶上的小斑鸠》 This song is like the slightly mellower sibling of the one above. But I ended up liking this one even more.

金志文 / Jin Zhiwen 金志文 was another artist who Apple Music recommended to me. I definitely need to explore his discography more but haven’t had the chance to do so yet. But he has some good stuff so far!

《自娱自乐》 Smooth and relaxing but in a fun way. Simple and no-frills but will put a smile on your face!

《远走高飞》 This one feels like enjoying the breeze on a beautiful sunny day. I also enjoy the duet with 徐佳莹 version.

163braces 163braces started out as a YouTuber posting song covers. I have watched a couple of her covers, but they didn’t leave much of an impression on me. I was pleasantly surprised by her foray into original music. I look forward to hearing what she does next!

《控制》 The song I would want as my “soundtrack” if I were a video game character. It’s energetic and loud.

《murmur》 Honestly this song is pretty similar to the first one. Sometimes I have trouble distinguishing them. But hey, if ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

小鬼 / Lil Ghost 小鬼 did what I can best describe as “pulling an MGK” by going from more rap to kinda pop-punk? That MGK album was my guilty pleasure when in came out, so I’m all for 小鬼’s new direction.

《Last Day》 This song really gave me MGK vibes. It’s about half in English, but I often don't even notice when he switches between languages.

《不良少年》 I just know I would have loved this song so much in high school. It’s an angsty teen anthem. 

《为明天写封信》 I can totally imagine this song playing at the end of a 2000s teen movie! Maybe while showing a montage of the main characters graduating.

《无所求必满载而归》 by 陈粒 / Chen Li This is technically cheating because I have recommended 陈粒 songs before, but it was at least a couple years ago. I heard this song covered on 披荆斩棘的哥哥 and immediately looked up the original. Honestly I should have known it was a 陈粒 song because you can totally tell it’s her style.

《轻红》 by 曹杨 / Young I keep coming back to this song! It’s from a drama soundtrack. I was super surprised the first time I listened to it because I thought it was going to be a typical ballad based on the first ~45 seconds or so—it wasn’t. There is also another version by 陈雪燃 (the king of cdrama OSTs). But I actually prefer the 曹杨 version.

《时光机》 by 吴克群 / Kenji Wu I was introduced to 吴克群 via 披荆斩棘2. He was instantly one of my favorite contestants after his team’s amazing 《新地球》 performance (check it out). This song is bouncy and a little dreamy. I kinda want to hear a remix with Harry Styles’ As It Was. I just wish it were longer than 3 minutes!

My Spotify Wrapped

I have a tradition of sharing my Spotify Wrapped, and I wanted to continue the streak in some form. So here's a quick rundown.

Top genre: 华语流行音乐 Representative city: Taipei Minutes: 21,750

Top artists

薛之谦 / Xue Zhiqian

林宥嘉 / Yoga Lin

五月天 / Mayday

李荣浩 / Li Ronghao

陈奕迅 / Eason Chan 

Top songs

《木偶人》 - 薛之谦

《狐狸》 - 薛之谦

《骆驼》 - 薛之谦

《转眼》 - 五月天

《后来的我们》 - 五月天

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[cowgurrrl]

Dancing Barefoot

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: this was slightly self-indulgent because Patti Smith is my personal god also baby Miller should be arriving in the next fic but this idea was stuck in my head and I HAD to write it

Summary: “I’ll never finish falling in love with you.” - Nicole Williams, Collared aka Joel helps you and the baby sleep ~800 words

Warnings: a little bittersweet, talks of Janey girl and Sarah bear, brief brief brief mention of a strained parent/child relationship, pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff

The moonlight streams from the windows, and the birds chirp sleepily outside. Ellie is safe in her bed, and Joel is lying on his right side beside you, occasionally mumbling something you never quite catch. You should be asleep. The baby should be asleep; instead, they're using you as their punching bag. You've been tossing and turning for thirty minutes, making the baby toss and turn just as much. You sigh and rub your face like it will be enough to soothe you and the baby to sleep.

"Can't sleep?" Joel mumbles, and you look at his back. You didn't even know he was awake, but you nod at the ceiling. 

"Your kid is doing laps." 

"Why is it my kid when he's misbehaving?" He asks as he turns to face you. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are heavy with sleep, but his hand still manages to find your bump in the dark. "Let your mama sleep." He says, poking at your stomach. 

"I don't think poking our baby in the face is going to get them to sleep," you say, and he hums, half-asleep. You run your fingers through his curls and smile when he cuddles closer to you. "I think they want a song." 

"The baby wants a song, or you want a song?"

"Both." You say. You catch the pull of his lips in the moonlight before he kisses your temple. He sighs as he gets out of bed and grabs his guitar from the corner. He perches on the edge of your bed shirtless, his silver scars on display without shame, and you remember each story associated with them— ghosts of the people you were before baby bumps and shared last names.  

"What d'you want to hear?" He asks, strumming a few times to check the tuning.

"Do you know any Patti Smith?" You ask, and he turns to give you a look. "What? I had a life before you." He chuckles, and you lean against your headboard, hands resting on your swollen belly. He looks at the frets like they're an equation for a few slow moments before the familiar ballad fills the space. You smile as he quietly sings the words, mouthing them as he goes. 

Little Miller seems to realize their dad is singing because you feel them move in time with the strums. If this kid loves music already, we're going to need more records, you think. You imagine little hands reaching for the guitar as Ellie or Joel play, adding their own dissonant sound to the song previously being played. Maybe you could hire someone in town to make tiny instruments for them to play with once they're big enough. The idea of a little jam circle with Ellie, Joel, and the baby makes your heart sing. As the song ends, Joel looks at you expectantly, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. The tiny heartbeat under your ribs has settled, only occasionally kicking to let you know they're still alive.

"Like clockwork," you say, and he smiles, gently placing the guitar back in its corner. "As judgy as you were with my request, you pulled that out pretty fast."

"I had a life before you," he echoes, and you roll your eyes as he slides back into bed with you. "Sarah didn't like most of the music I played in the truck, but she liked Patti."

"Smart girl." 

"What music did Jane like?" He asks, and the way he says her name makes you want to cry. He says it as if it were holy and sacred because it always will be to you. You smile and cuddle close to him. His arms envelop you in warmth, and his smell surrounds you, and you feel safe. 

"She was an old soul. She liked ABBA, Fleetwood Mac, and Janis Joplin. I'm convinced we played the Pearl album more than any other person on the planet," you say, kissing his shoulder. "Thank you for always asking about her."

"I like hearing about her," he says as if he were pointing out constellations— easy and undeniable. Her dad didn't even want to hear about her, and now this man who had never met her asks about her because you loved her. Because you still love her, and he loves you. This time, you do cry. You blame it on pregnancy hormones and a lack of sleep, but Joel knows it's something more. He kisses your tears away and rubs soothing circles into your back. "She'll always have a place in our home, d'you hear me?" He asks softly, and you nod. 

You fall asleep in his arms that night and almost every night, but this time you dream of little feet standing on your kitchen table, dancing along to Janis Joplin's crooning. You dream of teasing Jane's hair to match Stevie Nicks’ on the cover of her Bella Donna album. You dream of the day she came home, suddenly detesting ballet and wanting to take drum lessons instead. Something tells you she left some of her rockstar energy with you, and the new baby is taking it all in— pieces of her left in so much more than just your memory now. 

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[tparker48]

Request for Winnylose

Keven sat along the coffee table as he read the latest update to the company's new hiring policy. The higher ups were hosting a free apartment for employees to take up to make transportation less of a problem for their upstanding employees. It was a dream come true at first glance, at least that's what Keven thought when he set foot in the door. He traveled through the living room and observed the environment, wooled carpet brushing between his sandals before traversing the wooden floor of the dining room. It traversed through the hallways before transition to carpets for the closet and laundry room. The customs were pretty good to say the least. But he only rubbed for the real deal breaker, the bedrooms.

Two more doors rested at the end of the hall, darkness filling the bottom of them. What could be inside, a suite? A luxurious room? He pranced toward the left of him, opening it as if he won a grand prize. It was no bigger than a cubicle, a king sized bed blocking half the room.

"Okay, it's little, but I'm sure it'll manage." He said, rubbing his hands together. "Now what kind of bedroom do we have behind the door number too?" He wiggled his fingers, wrapping around the handle before pulling the door toward him.

A brick wall stood before, stacked to the very top as a breeze blew from its cracks.

Keven blinked at the sight. "A..bricked wall? But that can't be right.."

"Ay pops!" A voice came from the front door, a pair of legs carrying boxes. "Mind helping me out with all this stuff. I can barely navigate it."

"Oh, Eis. You didn't really have to-"

"This is a pretty big space. Roomy, where’s the bedrooms, I gotta freshen up for my hot date coming over."

He looked at the door to the brick room, easing it closed with his heel. "Oh, there's no need to rush, we can uh...look at it in a second."

"Look at it in the second, i don't have seconds, pops." He dropped the box at the entrance to the hallway, stretching his back. "Come on, I wanna see where I'm gonna put the candles."

Eis moved through the hallway, looking through the opened door. "Wooah, check it out, a whole king mattress. Now that's the stuff. Is this my room?"

"That's my room.."

"Well, where's mine? Is it in the one you're in? Let me see?" He took hold of the handle, pulling it as he peeked over the corner. But his father's heel stopped it.

"I don't think you'll like it..it's"

"Oo! Oo! Is it a studio? A dojo bedroom?"

"It's.." He took a break opening it to reveal the structure inside. "A bricked wall."

Eis's eyes widened, sinking to his knees. "A brick..wall? Are you kidding?!"

"N-now son, I know things may be not up to par, but we can use my bedroom to rest."

"My date comes tonight! There is nothing sexy about sharing a room with your dad!"

"Well.. I don't know what to do about that."

"Fix it!" Eis demanded, pointing a finger to the door. "Tell your boss that we are not taking this apartment!"

"Son, I can't just-"

"I refuse to live in a house with one bedroom!" He looked out the window, sun dipping past the other building. "I'm running out of time. I don't care what kind of room it is, but it better be something else than this!"

He stormed into the bathroom, leaving his father in the hallway as silence filled the room. He had a point, living in the same bed may be a bit awkward, laying in the same bedroom as your son, his colleagues would flip if they had a visit from the higher ups. With a heavy sigh, he flipped out his phone to talk to the department managers, stepping outside to make the call.

Pacing around the grass, he looked to the window of his apartment, his son fiery gaze staring back at him. "Come on..pick up."

As their holding music blared in his ear, it came to a stop before a voice spoke. "Hello?"

"Hey, this is Keven, one of the movers you assigned?"

"Aah Keven, what can I do you for?"

"Well we got a look at the place and it seems really nice, thank you by the way, but the bedrooms seemed a bit..bricked. I was hoping we could get another with a two bedroom?"

Keven keven," the voice flaunted "you know how hard it to find rooms accommodate to your likings. Many would be considered lucky to be in a position you're in."

"Yes sir, I know. But I have to have a room for my son, it wouldn't be fair to him."

"Hmm..tell you what, we've been working on a new project to make things more..spacious. Bring your son down, and we'll see what we can do."

"Yes sir! Thank you, sir!"

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The two of them went into work to discuss terms for the upcoming arrangement, meeting in the lounge as he and Eis waited by the waiting desk. He glanced at his son, who lay slouched along his chair, his eyes glued to his smart phone as he typed a message. the boss will figure something out, everything will be just fine, at least he hoped so.

"Mr. Keven," the secretary at the desk said, the panel next to her opening to a metal room. "Mr. Allen will see you now."

He got up from his chair, tapping at his son's shoulder as the two of them entered through the doors. The space was scientific compared to his regular location, a glass window giving a view to the laboratories below. scientists messed with chemicals in their own cubicles, smoke resonated from those further in the room than others.

"What exactly are we doing here dad? Is this gonna take long, cause I got an hour before she arrives."

"For the last time, son, I don't know. We'll just have to see."

they walked through the hallway to a sliding door, air hissing from its gaps as it parted. it opened to another space, much larger than the hallway they came through. Scientists were everywhere, stationed by a machine that hung from the ceiling like a chandler. They walked through the middle of them as orbs floated around, leading to a man with a metal parrot along his shoulder. He turned around, a smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, there's my favorite worker." He extended a hand to Keven.

" A pleasure to be here sir, thank you for filling us in on such short notice."

"None at all, we were looking to see what things we could do. And who is this young man?"

Eis raised his gaze toward them, scoffing as he went back to his phone. "He is my son, he's..not very happy at the moment." Keven said. "I would love to talk a bit more with you, but we are short time. N-not to rush you or-"

"Of course, of course. then we must not delay .Come, I'll show you our project." he guided them through the room, signing a paper given to him by the researchers. "This is our dimension room, we're working on transporting hosts into a pocket inside another.

"You mean, like a pocket dimension?"

"Why yes, or something like that. Here we desire the fondest hospitality of our gracious employees. specifically to those with big families. running out of room? pocket dimension! wanna get away from the folks? pocket dimension!" he stopped at a chair below the machine, pressing at its controls as energy flowed through its wires. The machine released a deep hum, the red glowing wires following its way into its sockets.

"How does it work?"

"I'd be happy to show you, but first we have to get the waivers out the way. ladies.." he waved his hand as they took to Keven and his son's side, handing them paperwork along with a pen. The father and son looks at each other, jotting down their own information.

"Please sign here..and..here...thank you" one of the researchers said, the other taking the documents. They escorted Keven to the chair, strapping him in.

"Good, now that those are out the way. We can get started." Mr. Allen pressed at the machine, a panel opening from the nozzle of the machine to the ground level. "Nurses.." He signaled them with a hand, two taking to Keven side. One removed his. Belt buckle from his waist, the other taking to the zipper.

"H-hey! Don't touch-Ow! Easy!"

"They're really going to town." Eis snickered at his father's struggles, holding up his phone to record.

They yanked his pant's off, placing them along a tray as they slipped his underwear off. Rubber gloves touched at his balls, a set of hands sending a chill down his spine as it prodded at his cockhead. "I would very much not want my goods touched!"

"They're simply doing their job, Mr. keven." Allen said. "Is everything ready?"

"Yes sir, the contact area is ready for zapping."

"Good, then we shall proceed." He moved over to a console, pressing a butt as the nozzle loomed closer.

"Zapping?! You're gonna to zap me?!" He twisted at his wrists, paddling his feet to the nozzle slinking between his legs, the nurses restraining them.

"There's no room for regrets, the process is almost finished." Mr. Allen said.

Bolts zigzagged around the metal bulb of the machine, its center glowing with the red fuel from the wires. Its electric hum grew louder, the nurses pulling his legs wider apart. This is it, he's gonna die. Gazing at the nozzles glow, his life flashed before his eyes as it pumped toward his legs.

He squealed, shutting his eyes. "Goodbye world! Goodbye!" He shouted, awaiting for the sharp sting to embrace him. The cool air was all that met his body, the rubbery gloves lifting from his cock. He peeked an eye to the machine, the bulbs dimming before it lifted back to its core.

"The process is complete, congratulations, Mr. Keven. How do you feel?

He patted himself down, the tingling sensation turning into a faint ripple. "I..actually feel fine. Huh, that wasn't so bad."

"Good good, then let us show you the results. Young man, might I borrow you for a moment." He said, the nurses taking to his side.

They placed goggles on him, throwing a plastic raincoat before escorting him to the chair. Guiding him in front of him, he winced as he turned away. "Ugh, do I have to stand this close, All his junk is hanging out."

"Afraid so, is everything prepared nurses?"

They nodded. "Yes, all is ready."

"Good, throw him in."

The son blinked at the response, the nurses taking to his arm. He yanked his arms away from them, their hold as firm as glue as they brought him an inch away from Keven. Cocking him backwards, they chucked him forward, both father and son shielding their eyes.

There was a bright flash, blinding Keven as he squinted toward the sky. Unbeknownst of where his son landed. When the light dimmed, he faced forward to see only the nurses and Mr. Allen. However, His son was nowhere in sight. "Son? Where'd my son go?"

"Where the hell am I?!" His voice answered, softer than what it was before. Keven looked to between his legs for source, his gaze landing along his cock. At his balls, the left testicle jiggled, tugging outward as limbs padded at its surface like dough. "It's so sticky in here! Ugh, and it reeks."

Keven's face grew pale, his sight locked at the moving testicle. His son was in there? But that's impossible, it couldn't be. A pen clicked in front of him, Mr. Allen jotting at a clipboard.

"Marvelous, it truly works."

"What did you do to my son?!"

"Gave him a new room of course. You did say you needed a new structure, this way it uses less resources, and more space."

"I can't stay in here!" His son shouted, an imprint of his face gumming at the elastic walls. "I have a date waiting for me!"

"Don't worry, you'll be able to travel in and out of your room with ease. All it takes is a little unlocking" he motioned his hand with a few jerks. His speaker soon went off, placing it to his ear. "Ah, duty calls I'm afraid. Enjoy your new room young man, and you too Mr. Keven."

"Wait Mr. Allen I.." He paused as his boss' backside turned toward him, slumping his seat. "Good talk."

His testicle bounced, sagging over the chair. "Yo pops! What are you waiting for? You heard him, rub me out!"

"I can't do that at work, I'll be fined."

"The hell you can't, I'm not staying in here for another second. All this seed is already giving me a headache."

He grabbed his pants and placed them on the floor, putting his underwear to his waist and cupping his balls, it still felt weird knowing that he was in there. "I will try to get you out back home."

"Dad I swear if you-" he stashed his balls into his underwear, hoisting his pants to his legs as they tucked at his backside. He fidgeted as his testicles shook in place, his son swearing everything under the sun. He got stairs from the staff around, his anxiety filling as he got up from the chair.

He didn't bother to zip up, trotting out the sliding doors and out into the parking lot

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That following evening, Keven waddled back to his apartment, wobbling up the metal staircase to his household along the corner. The squirming in his balls made his hands jitter, fumbling at the handle as he stepped inside. He sped to his bedroom, drawing them to his knees.

His balls shook like maracas, the left testicle thrashing about as he reached for a towel. "Keep still, I'm getting you out already!"

"Well hurry up! She'll be here any minute!"

a knock came on the door, the two of them freezing in place.

"Shit! She's here!" Keven's testicle swung. "I can't let her see me like this! Stall her!”

"Stall her?"

"She won’t talk to a nutsack, you owe me this much, pops"

He eyed his son, a deep sigh escaping from him. "Fine."

He moved out to the main hall, running water hitting the walls echoing from the bathroom door. It's been too long since he's talked a big game. He wondered if he still had the charm. The knocks grew more aggressive, the welcome home sign nearly knocking off its hinges. He opened the door to a woman standing outside, a fur coat wrapped around her shoulder.

"About time, I was thinking I was gonna have to call the paramedics to get this door open." she padded her hat, swishing her scarf fur to the side. “And who are you?”

"Hello there, I'm Keven and-"

"Sherlet la mein. If you would be so kind as to move your tubbied ass so I can get out of these heels."

She sounds delightful. "Oh..of course. Please." He stepped to the side as she marched inside, her feathered hat wisping at his nose. "Eis is still getting ready, please, take a seat."

she moved along the room in a slow stride, a finger at her chin as she eyed the furniture. "What tacky furniture, if it weren't such a high facility I’d mistake this for a barn."

He tugged at his tie, clearing his throat. "Could I uh..get you a drink? It's not everyday you see a fine lady such as-"

"Spare me the flatters, gramps, less you can fill this body with something meaty, I'll pass." she said. “This better not be a waste of my time, if Eis isn’t here in the next 30 seconds, I’m leaving.

A ruffling sensation lingered inside his pants, getting more vigorous as seconds went by. “Er..Excuse me for a moment, I’ll go fetch him for you..” he scampered into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His fingers fumbled along the bedroom counter, grabbing a plastic cup and a towel as he raced into the bathroom. He placed them onto the floor, his palm leveling his cock’s length at the cup as its drizzle spilled into its opening.

"That's it, easy does it.." He shook his cock to pour more of his seed.

"This is taking too long, I'll do it myself."

"Hold on, I gotta ensure the mess doesn't get on the floor." a tiny lump came from the bouncing testicle, guiding its way through the base of the shaft as it traveled up his length. He grabbed the cup from the floor, holding its cock to catch the flowing seed. "Ok, that should catch it all."

He held onto his shaft as the lump entered the head. With a clench, it was expunged into the cup, its plastic cracked as more flowed. It exploded in his hands, a wave of seed splashing the entire bathroom with its spunk, his spawning in the center as he slid to the far wall. Keven looked at the busted cup near the sink in disbelief, and then back to his son.

"That was bigger than I expected.."

"Ugh, look at me, I look like a goo monster. Would it kill you to empty yourself in there?"

"I'm a busy man, you can't imagine how much seed I blow with the-"

"D-d-dah, I don't want to hear that crap. I gotta get ready, I don't know how much time I-"

"What the hell is taking so long?!"

Eis jumped to his feet, grabbing the seed covered towel to wipe himself off, he threw off his damp clothes, stripping to his underwear as he opened the door. He ushered his father to the front, sending signals as he crashed onto the bed. With a thumbs up, Keven opened the door to Sherlet waiting outside.

“Mrs. Sherlet, allow me to present you with your guest of honor.” he pulled the door wider, exposing more of the room.

He struck a pose along the bed, a rose caught between his teeth. “Good evening my queen, sorry to keep you ‘yearning’ for me for so long.”

She huffed, slipping her scar from her shoulders. “Finally, I was starting to think you got feet. Let’s hope that thing between your legs was worth the wait.” she kicked her to the corner of the door, her dress unraveling to reveal her smooth shoulder. 

“I’ll just be waiting out here, you two have-” one of her legs moved behind the back of the door, kicking it shut as its boom echoed through the hall. “Fun...”

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The night had changed in the sky, the moon casting over the tree in the backyard as shadows decorated the apartment. Keven pushed at his glasses, reading the daily newspaper. But every so often, he looked toward the bedroom, bickering lingering behind the closed door before silence filled the void. They've been in there for a good hour, at least from what he could count.

He flipped the page, tracing a finger to the daily weather expected for next week. The bedroom door jiggled, drawing his attention as it swung open.

"Filthy pig!" Shelet cursed beneath her breath, he dress in hand as she passed through the hallway. Keven met her gaze, lifting his newspaper higher.

Eis stormed out from the bedroom door, wearing nothing but a towel as it sagged off his thigh. "No wait, come back! I swear it's only warming up. Just give me time to be ready."

"For what, an inch? Sorry sweety, but the only thing that’s touchin' this puss is a salami, not a wheeny dog." She picked up her shoes from the floor, leaving the wallowing son standing in the hallway.

Eis crumbled in on himself, his head sunk in defeat. "Damn it.."

That went well, Keven thought, closing the newspaper. He took to his feet and to Eis' side, caressing at his shoulder. "Don't worry about that one, I'm sure you get one-"

Not now, pops.." He muttered, a hand gliding to his father's pants. He unzipped them, drawing out his bulky cock beneath, pointing the tip toward him. When the glow from its slit illuminated, he plunged his nose inside, a signal for the rest of his body as he vanished between its lips, and into the left testicle that drooped lower than the other.

That one must've hurt bad, Keven couldn’t help to think. Cupping at his balls, he opened his mouth to talk, but paused. He's in his feels right now, he shouldn't pry to make things worse. Tucking his balls back in his underwear, he carried on as he made dinner for the night.

An hour passed since his date visited, and dinner was already set. Keven decided on ways to cheer his son up, whipping up his special queso with extra cheddar. It always cheered him up, even when he was struggling in college. But no matter how much he coaxed him to have a taste of its goodness, Eis didn't budge, his balls as still as a rock as they swayed around. Putting his player in the fridge, He went to the shower, smearing his gunk off the glass as prepared for sleep. Dosing his hair beneath the warm running water, a soft whimper met his ears as he looked at his balls. It was there that he saw the testicle move, the whimpers more audible.

Keven's heart ached at the sight, lending a hand beneath his scrotum. "Son?.."

"Not now, I said.. Im fine." Eis sniveled.

"Your not fine, I can hear you in there"

Silence filled between them, Keven looking at the testicle. A soft impress touched the fleshy wall. "I thought this was the one, the one I was going to date."

"Eis, there's plenty of women out there that would love to date you. It may seem like this one nailed a coffin, but there's many out there in the sea."

"You..you think so?"

"I know so. And if there's one thing you;re old man knows, Is that you'll find one. You're dashing, courageous.."

"And have a big schlong?"

Keven merely chuckled, rolling his eyes softly. "Yes, even that. Don't let one lady get the best of you." He said. The running water filled the silence in the shower, Keven’s gaze never leaving his balls. The occupied testicle started to jiggle, fingers nipping at the valve.

he moved his legs apart, pointing his cock into the water's trajectory. The small lump lifted from his testicle and into the base of his shaft, seed dripping from the slit once more as it clogged into the head. Pushed out, it grew in size as Eis stood from the milky pile, seed washing from his shoulders as it drained into the sink.

He looked toward his father, who had a soft smile on his face, tackling him as he hugged at his chest.

"Love you too." Keven said, caressing the top of his head. "Though I'd like to have a hug after I've showered."

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Throughout the following week, Eis and his father worked on making the hospitality of the bedroom work. Having one was enough to justify the resting conditions, but Eis was still antsy on sharing the same bed. To assure a better time, he decided to keep his room inside his father’s balls, ordering inflatable furniture for him to take inside and decorate. The company only mentioned he'd be able to fit his son inside himself, but who would think that he'd be able to fit so much more.

It took some time to adjust after the last hook up he had, but he was already back to springing up another gal. Just like his old man did when he was younger, his younger self would fist bump him if he'd get the chance. But watching him prosper was good enough. He hooked up with another girl, but this time he wanted to try something new. Something he never thought of doing himself. He-

"More!" A shout came from down below, Keven resting his pen as he looked toward his crotch. His sack moved like an egg about to hatch, jumping an inch away from his testicle before the loose skin pulled it back. "More, push it in more."

"You want in you huh?" Eis' voice followed," I can do so much more with this length."

The testicled rolled between his thighs, faint taps rocking from side of the testicle to the other. Keven could only laugh, admiring the two's spiteful spirits. Young love, you never know where it might strike, he thought himself. He pulled out his newspaper, flipping to the last page he left off. He wondered how long they'd keep it up, an hour, maybe two? He wasn't quite sure. But one thing he did know was this one thing.

His son's happier now that he found them, and so long as he likes that, his balls can kick and sway all they like.

[crystlizabeth]

Dangerously Yours.

Paring: Carl Grimes x Blackfem!Smith!Reader

Paring: Negan Smith & BlackDaughter!Reader

Summary: You two where enemies, but there was just something that drew you two each other, but a war was in the making.

Warning: cursing, mentions of childhood trauma and abuse.

A/n: Carl lives au!! And im gonna add some songs that came out not during TWD time like or after 2013 i think! This is kinda of a self insert, This might be multiple parts, I noticed its turned into a Negan Smith x Daughter reader along with Carl x reader so enjoy.

The first time you met him he caught an additude with you trying to take some batteries out of your hand, it didn’t go well for him you grabbed his wrist twisting it telling him to fuck off. There were more instances when you would go and he somehow always pissed you off but it made sense you and Carl Grimes where enemies. So where your fathers you didn’t quite know what had all happed but you did know people died, some of your people and a few of his.

Now you where on your way back to Alexandria for a pick up you went along this time to see Eden, she was a decent girl but also a girl your age it wad hard to find friends in this day in age. Eden was closed of and was always followed by the one and only one eyed grimes, but that didn’t stop you from trying to get to know her and one of those ways was music, may it be mp3, cds or even vinyls.

“I found this mix tape a while back, its a costume one and actually really good music.” You said to Eden as you walked with her towards the supply house.

“Any songs you can recognize?” She asked taking the tape from your hand.

“Not really only a few like, Elvis, Hozier, Taylor swift, i hear alot of her music in the mixes i find.” You ended with a small laugh.

“I like Taylors music, Elvis’s pretty good to” she said with a small smile.

You two shared similar music taste even rap, you two enter the supply room running into Negan, Rick, Carl and a gal with glasses.

“Lookie here, making friends are we?” Your dad asked his usual grin on his face.

“Yeah you could say just trading some music but i need some batteries.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

Rick moved out of the way as the lady with glasses handed you 4 batteries “I only need two don’t worry about it. Unless,” you look over at Eden., “you need any?” She shook her head you nodded and handed two of the batteries back to her.

“Thank you..” you spoke lightly waiting for her name.

“Oh, its Olivia.” She said she voice shaken.

“Well thank you Olivia.” You said then turning to your dad.

“Not giving her a hard time are you?”

Negan raised his eyebrow giving you a cheeky grin “Not at all this time they actually have there shit in order.” He spoke wiggling around the list in his hand.

Nodding you left with Eden heading back to the truck with Carl running behind you two.

“Eden where are you going?” He asked.

She held the bag up in her hand that was filled with music “Trading music.” She answered simply.

He didnt say anything but continued to follow you two, you could feel his eyes burning you in the back of your head he watched every move you made.

You and Eden had gone through a crate you brought she had taken out a few albums and surprise mix tapes you liked to call them. She took ‘I love you.’ The neighborhood, ‘Anti’ Rhianna, ‘AM’ arctic monkeys and ‘Lungs’ Florance and the machine. You didn’t take any from her she didn’t have many good options so you just lended them to her.

“Really you want nothing back.” Carl voiced from behind you.

Giving him a glare “yeah theres no reason for me to take what little music she has, what are you even doing here doing you had somthing better to do cyclops.”

He glared at you “good to know your an asshole like your dad.” He spat back, he didnt appreciate the nickname but you weren’t a fan when he called you a bitch last week so your really didn’t give two shits.

“At least my dad doesn’t stand around like a bitch between his legs last time I checked you did the dirty work.” You said walking past him.

He turned to say something only for his dad to stop him. You only scoffed turning away.

A few weeks later you saw him again but this time he came by one of the trucks, he shot a few of your fathers men. When that whole mess was cleaned up Laura came and got you saying ‘your dad needs your help.’

You walked down the hall meeting Your Dad, Carl and Daryl out side on the little balcony. Carl didn’t have his bandage on this time covering his eye, Carl put his head was down after meeting your eyes.

“Whats up?” You asked.

Negan smiled “I need a favor Sweetheart, Carl here needs a little tour but i need to fix some shit the he fucked up. Keep and eye on him yeah?” He spoke looking at Carl.

“Sure just us or..?”

“Just you two, get to know each other and dont kill him, I for one actually like him unlike you.” He said laughing a little knowing the tension between you both.

“If he keeps the attitude to a minimum.. personally not a fan of it unlike you.” You say crossing your arms moving more of you weight to one side of your body.

With that they left leaving you and Carl by the railing watching over the workers, a few kids running around playing with one another.

“Is he actually your dad?” Carl asked breaking the silence. You weren’t surprised why he asked you, you two didn’t look alike and many obvious aspects.

You looked at him, his eye focused on you looking you up and down and searching for any kind of reaction. You watched as his eyes finally met yours again.

“No..” you said admitting it to him.

He tilted his head a little as a way of say ‘What’.

“He found me at the beginning of this, what about 3 years ago? Put it simply my biological father left me to fend for myself, fucked up right?” You said walking towards a stair way sitting down on the steps.

Carl stared down at you, looking up at him through your curls letting a laugh out from the look if his face.

“Are you serious..” he asked sitting down with you.

You looked over at him, “Yeah but my father had never actually been a good person. He was far from a good parent. He was a selfish, abusive man, he wasn’t fit for kids non the less 3 girls.”

Carl seemed interested. “You have Sisters?”

“Had.”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know.” He said.

You leaned back on the stairs “Why would you? We aint friends.”

He nodded turning his head looking straight. He seemed vulnerable almost. But so where you you just opened up, trauma dumped to some guy you haven’t been able to stand for months. But in that moment there was a kind if peace and understanding.

“Why did you stick around after knowing all the bad things he’s done?” Carl asked looking back at you.

“All the bad.. nobody is good or bad. Especially in this, it survival.” You scoffed, he tried to makes his people out to be what they weren’t.

“He killed good people, friends, one of them had a kid on the way!”

You looked at him your eyes nerow slightly “Your little group took out an whole outpost of more than 50 people. Many of them had family and one of the women there was carrying a child.” You spoke sharply.

“Your people, your friends aren’t so clean of blood. Nor are you.” You finished harshly.

He did say anything else. Only looked back at his hands fidgeting with them in irritation.

He knew you where right, but he also knew you weren’t clean of blood either nobody was. There is no good or bad anymore just survivors.

You both eventually got up and you showed him around. How things work, people had jobs they earned money and they got what they need. That this was our normal, even you worked did chores to earn your keep.

You two continued to talk to each other, getting to know each other you never talked about either of your peoples. There was a spark for only knowing him and hating him for the past few months he understood you. They way his eyes lingered on you as you talked how he took in every word you where saying. What was that feeling that lingered as he left the feeling of wanting to see him again.

As weeks went by you two spoke over walkies, nit the safest options but it worked. You hadn’t let anyone this close since Negan, funny how you wanted nothing to do with this boy but now you did. He made you laugh over stupid things, gave you good advice as you did with him. He heard you cry for the first time, you even snuck out to see him one time showing him a little abandoned house by the river it was the first time in long time you both had fun.

He was feeling it two, his heart fluttered at the way you smiled, how he always held eye contact taking in the sight of you as it may be the last. You did the same but he never caught you looking at him like the way he did you. The hard truth you knew was that you two are enemies, maybe not you two but your Dads, your people.

But then shit hit the fan.

You didn’t get trapped in a sanctuary when they attacked the place, you watched as the walkers surrounded the building the echos of gun shots rang through your ears as you watched in horror as rick started to shot him down.

The only thing you could do is try and reach a different outpost. Warn them, but then you where caught.

He didn’t look familiar which scared you even more, you quicky grabbed your knife cutting his arm. He let go of you making you fall back only for someone else to grab you.

“The little bitch cut me!” The one man yelled you turned around quickly ready to strike again thats when you saw Rick and Daryl.

Your heart dropped, you where surrounded. Rick took a step toward you his hands visible “Dont Fucking come near me!” You yelled.

Rick put is gun down on the ground “Relax I don’t wanna hurt you.” His voice was calm.

“Then fuck off!”

“Where are you gonna go.” Daryl spoke.

You eyes shot over to him, you didn’t answer him. He was right though where were you gonna go, to an outpost you didn’t even know where it was at.

“Y/n we just wanna help you. I told Carl you wouldn’t get hurt.” Rick said.

Why would that matter?

“Please. Just come with us.”

You just looked at him, dumfounded.

Was it stupid yes, but you went with them handing over your weapons and walked to the gates. As they open they looks you got looks of horror from them. Rick pulled on my arm slightly letting go when I flinched. He took me into a house there sat a few people talking about what to do next.

But the all stop once their eyes landed on me.

“Sit.” Daryl said pointing at the couch his tone serious.

You where scared what did they want with you what was their plan, why where you not dead, locked up. You picked at your finger s peeling the skin off them drowning out everything around you. What the fuck is happening.

A hand fell on both of your hands you quickly looking up you saw him. His face filled with concern, he spoke but you never heard what he said the way he brows frowned trying to reach you. You began to break as both of his hand touched your arms squeezing them slightly wanting and answering out of you.

“Why am I here...” your voice tender and cracked.

“I..” Carl started but never finished he just looked at you.

“Why the hell am I here.” You asked again.

He took a deep breath “Help us end this.”

You stared at him, help them, help them. Why would you help them.

“Get away from me… Get AWAY.” You shouted pushing him away.

He stood back as you stood up, your hands gripping harshly on your hair.

“Your fucking kidding me right?! What makes you think I would help you, help these people! You know how crazy you sound.” You slightly laugh the frustration in your voice very clear. These people wanted your help. They just destroyed the only place you called home.

“Please Y/n, please.. hear us out.” Carl said.

“Your acting a fool, you just attacked my people, my home! Theres more than just Negan in there theres kids! Family, old people! What the fuck is wrong with you guys!” You yelled. “And- and you know that.. you saw it, so did he!” You finished pointing at Daryl.

They all knew that.

“What makes you think you can trust me anyway? What it your head makes you think I wouldn’t betray you.” You said your arms falling to your sides.

“Because your the one that let me out of that cell, made sure I had a clear way out.” Daryl spoke up.

You looked at him, he knew.

“And I trust you.” Carl said. “They may not but you help out friend and you’ve earned my trust, my respect.”

You shook your head, you wanted to cry, to cry like a little kid. Carl came to you again slowly pulling you in for a slight hug. Something sincere he cared for you he may have only truly known your for few weeks but he wanted you safe but with that came a cost. The talks over that walkie you had with him you could careless who herd them. Carl had fallen for a girl who he couldn’t have with out a cost.

“Y/n your something to believe In again, you could change things. Help your people.” Rick spoke.

You wanted to help your people, they deserved it they deserved to be safe. To have a life beyond the sanctuary. Alexandria was a safe place but so was your home they where good people in there people who don’t know how to protect themselves.

“But you’ll have to go behind, Negan. Lie to him.” Michonne finished.

Your head snaped at her, “I cant, i… i wont! I’ll just lie to you tell him your plans.” You said trying to get them to not believe you.

“If you do you’ll only hurt yourself…”

For my people.. but the cost was to betray a man who would do anything for you. You caught Carls eye he gave you a pleading look. He practically begged you with that look, betray your Dad for a boy.. for a boy and peace between people.

“If i betray you, I hurt myself.. if i betray my people, my family, I betray my dad, my dad is very important to me..”

“More important than your people and peace dont you want more for those family’s. For us.” Carl said, him whispering the last part only for you to hear.

For us..

You wanted that more than anything..

“Okay..”

So you helped them, you got back in through a old drain the led into the basement, you knew people would have noticed you where gone or maybe not.

When you saw Simon and Dwight they nodded at you figured you where out hidden in your room. Stupid men.

But you also knew Dwight was working with them as well, he was a traitor too.

Days had passed they finally cleared the walkers out. The plan was to attack hilltop but there was a twist, Negan on the other hand didn’t want you to have any part of it he stated “I need you here, with out people.” So you stayed.

You stayed back with your people started cleaning up putting things back together, when they came back your dad wasn’t to be seen.

“Wheres my dad?” You asked walking up to simon, he shared a look with Dwight looking back at you.

“Someone ran him off the road, all we found was blood when we finally found his car…” Simon said his tone quiet.

All you could do was stare at him “what.. is he.”

They nodded, the two men shared a look again.

Something isn’t right. They’re lying, they gotta be he couldn’t just be killed that easily.

After that Simon took charge, he seemed pleased with himself it was sickening. He bossed everyone around hell even threatened you that if you didn’t keep your mouth shut there would be ‘consequences’. It was just crazy to you, how easily he forgot his place.

But even now you had a job. So you did it you told them what happened leaving a note in the woods for them to find.

When you got back, There stood Negan. He turned to look at you giving you a smile.

“Hiya Sweetheart, how ya been.” His voice sweet giving you a hug.

“They said you where dead.” You said in a whisper only for him to hear.

He nodded looking at you back to Simon who was staring you down. You already knew he was fucked but lets make it worse, not here though. Negan wanted to talk anyway.

You sat on the couch in his room waiting for him, he startled you out of your trace as he placed his hand on the side if your head kissing you on the top of the head.

“Now tell me what the shit has he all done..?” He asked coming around sitting next to you.

“He pretty much took over your place bossing people around, and that attack on hilltop went south from what I heard, oh! He also threatened me” you said.

He turned his head to look at me. “ Do I dare ask what he said..” his voice went dark the look he held could kill.

You told him you may have exaggerated it a bit but you could careless the son of a bitch deserved it. His actions has consequences.

After that conversation you just sat there with him your head laying on his shoulder your arms wrapped around his arm.

“Im sorry..” you spoke softly, you could feel your throat swell up as you hold back tears.

“Its not your fault, Princess..” its been a minute since he’s called you princess, hell you where. You may not be his blood but your the only child he’s ever had, you where his daughter, his little girl.

The day finally came, but you weren’t standing with them you stood with Carl not your Father. The sound of that familiar call rang through your ears as everyone raised there gun.

“Well damn Rick, lookie here.” Negans voice echoed through a radio.

“Pegged again, pegged so very hard.”

Everyone moved around looking for them “ I ambushed your ambush with an even bigger ambush.” You could hear a slight chuckle after.

“Why don’t you step out and face us!” Rick yelled out as he looked around looking for any kind of movement.

“Oh I am everywhere Rick.” He said.

You closed your eyes settling your breath you felt a hand on your back, opening your eyes looking to you left you saw carl. He gave you a nod trying to give you some kind of comfort. You could hear Negan he went on talking about Eugene and Dwight, going to to Gabriel. Then he said your name.

“Where is my daughter because I would love to know. Kind fucked up how your little psycho of a son came in one day and now my daughter is gone. You happen to know anything about that.” His voice was serious, you had been gone since yesterday.

Rick looked back at you, you shook your head telling him not to say a word.

“But here we go, congratulations Rick.” Was the last thing he said before he started a count down.

They came out starting to fire only for their weapons to back fire on them.

Every thing happend to fast.

Soon enough they had surrendered, the saviors where on their knees hands in the air. Rick and Negan ran off, you looked around for them Carl and Rosita following behind me a little.

You finally got up to the hill you saw them standing in-front of each other talking, Negans face fell looking like he was going to cry at what Rick said. For a moment they stood there. Then it happened.

“NO!” You screamed, you went to run towards them only for Rosita to grab you holding you tightly.

“NO YOU LIER! YOU SAID YOU WERNT GONNA KILL HIM!” You Sobbed, struggling against Rosita and she tried calming you down.

“You fucking Lier! Please he’s all i have, please.” You begged your body slightly collapsing in Rositas Arms Carl came in front of you helping Rosita turn you so you did have to see him bleed out.

“You fucking people lied. I trusted you.” You cried.

“I didn’t know, Y/n I didn’t know.” Carl said his hands cupping your face making you looks at him.

Your sobs continue, As you fell into his arms. Rosita let go of you only staying behind you. The only thing in the field you could hear was you sobbing, Carls gentle tone trying to calm you. His hand gently rubbing your back, your hands covered your face your head resting on Carls shoulder.

“Save him.”

You pushed of Carls shoulder looking up. The widow started to do the same thing you had just done, Michonne holding her back as she yelled at rick, begging him to keep Negan dead.

“We have to make it right.” Maggie sobbed.

A year had now passed, you hadn’t been able to see Negan they wouldn’t let you. But what they did do it tell him that you had helped them, not by much but you did.

“Why would they do that..” you asked, Carl looked up at you.

“In not sure.. ask my dad why he did.” He said, you only glared at him.

“Common babe, you cant hold that anger with him forever especially that your my girlfriend.” He laughed slightly standing up from the step turning to you pulling you up.

“Its called a grunge, and yeah I can. They go on telling Negan i betrayed him and i don’t even get to explain my self to him.” You spoke the irritation in your voice quite visible.

Carl sighed, “I know Y/n..” he pulled you in by your hands.

“Talk to Michonne, you like her at lest.” Carl said giving you a kiss.

So you where gonna do just that but first you had to find her. When you did she was with Judith on the porch Rosita with her. Rosita gave you a smile as she left.

Michonne looked at you giving you a small smile “Hi Y/n how are you?” She said.

“Im fine but i have a question.” You spoke, she nodded letting you continue.

“Why wont you let me see him” befor she could speek you cut her off “I know i ask this way to often but you told him everything i could attest give him an exclamation, you just letting him believe that what i did was for the worst, so please. Wouldn’t you want Carl to tell you if that had happened to him not just to stay quiet and believe he did it to hurt you.” You finished.

Michonne signed “You’ll have five minutes.”

Your face light up “Thank you, Thank you!”

She grabbed Judith giving her to a friend as she walked you to the basement, Carl and Rosita followed you two and you walked down the stairs she told you to wait.

“You have a Visitor.” She said before waving you in.

It was dark but you could see him, and he looked like shit. “Five minutes.” Michonne said walking over to the door keeping it open but she walked up them.

The silence between you two lingered for a minute, after all that begging you couldn’t get your self to say anything but when he did your heart dropped.

“Well kid, hows your new life, boyfriend, freedoms.” He said harshly.

“I-its fine, can I explain..” you said.

He stood up moving to the bars looking at you. “What that you stabbed me in the back yeah I got that.”

“Dont be a dick-”

“Really your gonna call me the dick?” He scoffed.

“I never meant you any harm i wanted what was best for our people.” You said softly.

He didn’t say anything, his eyes never left you but he was mad and he had every right to be. You had all of his trust, he would’ve done anything for you and you betrayed him. Everything he had done for you was thrown out the window after that stunt those 4 years were practically all for nothing.

“I know your mad at me and you have every right to be, I just wanted our people to see more the kids in the sanctuary to have more of a life beyond that, here those kids have a playground more people to become friends with.” You said, you watched as he turned around midway through you talking, he didn’t want to look at you.

You took a breath in bitting your lip to stop you self from crying, you crossed your arms holding your self in a hug.

“I haven’t seen you in a year man common say something, yell at me something anything.” You spoke in a whimper your lip trembling.

Nothing.

“Please don’t hate me.” Your tears fell down your cheeks.

“Your all i have left to family, I never thought I would call someone dad again let alone a man that actually cared for me..” you cried out your head falling down looking that the floor.

The tears continue to fall down your face making your cheeks glisten. He was your dad, maybe it was a cycle with you to make them hate you at some point.

“I don’t hate you, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to hate you.” He said quietly not turning around.

“Then why wont you look at me..” you asked not even sure if you wanted to know the answer.

He sighed deeply turning around “That better?”

You nodded not sure what to say next, things may never be the same again but you do know that is he doesn’t hate you, you didn’t have to worry about the fear of him never wanting to see you again.

[reasonsmandy]

Lady Vinyl

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Graham x shy reader! Just two softies being cute together

✧.* summary — Your shyness was always a hindrance, but not when you were behind the LA radio speakers. Graham was curious about you from the first time he saw you at the bar where they played, and since then he has needed to get closer to you.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🪕 — Graham's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — In case you'd like to be tagged in other djats stories of mine, the link to my tag list is at the end of the story. Good reading :)

The bar is dark and smoky, lit only by a few flickering candles and the glow of neon signs in the windows. You can smell the heady mix of alcohol and tobacco in the air, along with a hint of something else - something more illicit.

The room is small and cramped, with mismatched tables and chairs scattered haphazardly around the space. The walls are lined with vintage posters and photographs, most of them faded and peeling with age. The bar itself is a sturdy wooden affair, its surface scarred and scratched from years of use.

Behind the bar, your dad is mixing drinks with practiced ease. He looks up as you walk in, giving you a nod of recognition before turning back to his work. You take a seat at one of the tables, the one that is furthest away and almost hidden in a poorly lit corner, feeling a little out of place among the regulars who are already settling in for the night.

When listening to the sound of guitar strings and drum sticks against the drums, you glance up at the stage. The lighting is dim, with just a few spotlights illuminating the musicians. Your dad had asked you to stop by the bar that night, and even though you're busy with your radio show stuff, you decided to grant his request.

"Hey peaches." Your dad greets you, handing you an orange juice. "How are Lady Vinyl's projects, huh?"

"Shiii! Dad, I told you a million times already." You scold him, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. "Don't mention her, not here where someone can listen."

"My bad my bad." He chuckles as he shakes his head, he sits down beside you. "Rod said they're good, maybe a band will please my little girl for once, huh."

You smile, taking a sip of your drink before responding. "We'll see about that, dad. But I did find some really interesting bands while I was out doing research for the show. I think this next one will be a hit with our listeners."

Your dad nods, looking over at the stage where the band is setting up. "I trust your gut, kiddo." He gets up and places a kiss on the top of her head. "Wait for me here, alright? As soon as I close, I'll drop you off at home."

As the band takes the stage, the room is charged with anticipation. The first notes of their song 'Look me in the eye' echo through the bar, and the crowd begins to sway along with the rhythm.

You pull out your notebook and start scribbling down notes, trying to capture the essence of the band's performance. But your mind keeps wandering to your own radio show. You're proud of what you do - you've built up a loyal following by sharing your extensive knowledge of rock music from the 60s and 70s. And the anonymity that comes with using a pseudonym allows you to feel more free and confident on air.

You had an idea for the next show and you were very excited about this one, you had visited some local bars to listen to the up and coming bands there and talk about them on the show. That was another good side of being behind the pseudonym, nobody would find out that you were the broadcaster of the show and would treat you differently for it, you would see the raw presentations in their pure apex. So when your dad said he had booked a band on Rod's recommendation you decided to stop by to see.

As the song progresses, you notice the crowd's reactions. People are smiling and nodding along with the music, some even singing along to the chorus. You're impressed by the band's energy and presence on stage, as they seem to command the attention of everyone in the room. But one person in particular catches your attention, the guitarist had amazing energy, he felt every chord he played in a unique way... It was so captivating, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

You find yourself transfixed by the sight of him, drawn in by his passion and talent. You've always loved music, but you've never seen anyone play like this before. For a moment, you forget about everything else - the noise of the crowd, the smell of smoke, the weight of your own shyness. All you can think about is the music, and the man creating it.

The hours passed and they kept the energy at the same level, it was impressive how each new song conveyed more of their passion for what they were doing. You wrote down every detail that attracted you to the performance, and without realizing it you had focused too much on the guitarist, you laugh when you notice your slip and write more things about the drummer for example.

As the night wears on and the band's set comes to an end, Graham's eyes keep darting towards you in the back of the room. He can see that you've been taking notes throughout the performance, and he's curious about what you're been writing. And there was something in your manner that he was itching to find out more, he remembered seeing you a few times at the bar, but no more than minutes so he never had the opportunity to speak to you. But today he would do it differently.

As the bar begins to clear out, Graham starts packing up his equipment, shooting occasional glances in the direction of you, at first you think you're getting crazy and started to see things, but when he smiles at you, you immediately take your gaze to your notebook, pretending it wasn't you. He can feel his curiosity getting the better of him, and as he finishes packing up his guitar, he turns to Warren.

"Warren man, can you cover me?" He says winding up the guitar wire.

Rojas turns to him with a cigarette between his lips. "Of course man, but don't you take too long because I want to talk to that chick over there." He says blowing smoke from his cigarette.

"No problem, I won't be long." The younger Dunne walks off the stage, heading towards you.

You feel him approaching and anxiety takes over your body, you try to calm down but nervousness won't let you. You drink the rest of the juice in your glass, thinking about how to act normally, your father watches you from a distance and laughs at the situation, shaking his head.

"Hey." His voice sends a jolt of energy through your body, you knew there was no escape now and you look at him.

"Hi." Your voice barely comes out, and you close the notebook looking at him.

"Is it okay for me to sit here with you?" His eyes looked much lighter up close, and you had a hard time taking yours away from his.

"Sure." You said a few things, and he notices your nervousness, finding it kinda cute.

"I couldn't help but notice that you wrote down a lot of things in there." He points to the notebook in front of you. "Any ideas on how I can improve my performance?"

"I don't... Oh, sorry if I distracted you." His voice came out in an almost whisper tone and he couldn't help but smile, you were interesting.

"The only thing you did was give me one more reason to play better." He says capturing your attention more. "Being in the audience... You know? Like, you inspired me to play better..."

"I understood the pick up line." You laugh at his nervousness feeling yours slowly slip away.

…

KLOS 95.5

Lady Vinyl (you): My dear listeners, I come to bring you wonderful news! The Rise of Rock at Sunset Strip is being born and enchanting the ears of anyone who takes the time to visit the bars at night. I must say that I feared this big musical change, but evaluating and listening more carefully to the bands that appear around, I feel that something good is coming. Can I be wrong? Yes, but y'all know that rarely happens [chuckles]. And speaking of good bands, I have to give a shoutout to 'The Six' who played a killer show at The Stache last night. If you missed it, you missed out on something special. But don't worry, I'm here to fill you in on all the juicy details. The energy was electrifying, and the crowd was absolutely loving it. They started the set with 'Look Me in the Eye', a song that I just can't get enough of. The guitar riffs were on point, the drums were pounding, and the bass was just groovy enough to get everyone moving.

"You hear that man!?" Warren exclaims while jumping of excitement. "Do you understand how big this is?"

"She said the bass made everyone move! ." Eddie says feeling a little cocky. "I knew I was wonderful that day."

Graham could only hear his friends as background noise, his focus centered on the voice coming out of the radio speakers, while Camila congratulated them for having won the attention of the broadcaster he could only focus on how familiar that voice sounded, he strained to try to identify where he had heard that timbre before and after a lot of effort, he can see the image of you writing things down during the show came in his mind. He smiles broadly, he needed to see you again.

Lady Vinyl (you): And let's not forget about the vocals, which were nothing short of amazing. There's no doubt in my mind that these guys are the new rock sensation of Sunset Strip, and if you trust my gut and know that I only bring you good things, believe me when I say: You will still hear a lot from them. So, keep your ears open and your turntables spinning, because the sound of The Six is here to stay. This is Lady Vinyl signing off for tonight my lovelies, next week I'll be here at the same time but until then... make me proud and keep these vinyls spinning. Bye bye!

"Hey Graham, did you hear that?" Karen catches the attention of the younger Dunne who comes out of his trance. "The new rock sensation of Sunset Strip!" She quotes you.

"Yeah yeah." He says without paying her attention, he could only think about you and how badly he wanted to see you again.

...

He felt beads of sweat trickle down his face as his fingers danced across the guitar strings in automatic fashion, the most natural muscle memory he had acting up while his attention was focused on finding your pair of eyes among the people on that dimly lit bar. But there was no trace of you, which made him a little disappointed as he looked forward to seeing you again.

When people had already left and the band was eating after introducing the youngest Dunne approaches the bar with a sad face, the bartender notices the man's downcast face and decides to talk to him.

"What has you so down son?" Tayrone's voice was thick, and echoed in Graham's ears.

"I've been looking for someone for days and nothing." A sigh escapes the guitarist's lips. "I think I'll just give up."

"Look, I don't usually keep tabs on all the regulars but maybe I can help." Your father was wiping some glasses while listening intently to the man in front of him.

"There was this girl here last week, she was sitting at that table in the back." Graham points to the far corner of the bar, making Tayrone arch an eyebrow. "She was writing things down in a black notebook..."

"I see," Tayrone says, nodding his head. "So, you're interested in her, huh?"

Graham nods, feeling his cheeks heat up. "Yeah, she's beautiful and she seems really interesting, you know. I've been looking for her everywhere, but I can't seem to find her."

Tayrone chuckles knowingly. "Well, I might be able to help you out with that."

"You can?" Graham's eyes widen in surprise.

Tayrone leans in conspiratorially. "She's actually my daughter."

Graham's jaw drops. "Your daughter?!"

Tayrone nods, grinning. "Yes, she's quite something, isn't she?"

Graham nods, still in shock. "Yeah, I believe so." His voice gradually disappeared, the shyness for having spoken about you like that to your father taking over him.

Tayrone chuckles again. "Well, no need to be shy now son." For a moment they are both quiet until an idea pops into Tayrone's mind. "Can you do me a favor kid? Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment late at night and I need to leave early, can you close the bar for me?."

Graham nods, still processing the information. "Of course old Tay, count on me."

...

Later that night you went to your dad's apartment for dinner, and you found yourself seated across from him at a rustic wooden table, surrounded by posters of rock legends that adorned the walls. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows across the room.

You sipped at your wine, enjoying the rich, fruity flavor as your father regaled you with stories of his youth and the wild rock concerts he had attended. As the conversation flowed, Tayrone eventually brought up Graham.

"You know, you have a secret admirer at the bar," he said casually, a smirk growing on his face.

You felt your cheeks flush at the mention of the handsome guitarist. "What do you mean dad?"

"You know, that guitarist in the band I hired? The slightly awkward little boy seems to be quite taken with you," Tayrone replied, smiling knowingly.

You laugh at his comparison. "Dad, it's not his fault that you're almost ten feet tall." You take another sip of wine. "And another thing, I think you must have misunderstood... I just don't know if Graham and I have anything in common."

"And how do you know that little one?" Tayrone asks firmly. "You have plenty in common. You both love music, for one thing. And who knows what else you might discover if you give him a chance?"

"Not a chance dad." You take a piece of cheese from the tray in front of you and offer it to him, he declines and you eat it. "He probably just wanted to clear some doubts with me..."

"Doubts about what, dear?" He crosses his arms smiling pretending to believe her excuses. "If I didn't know you so well I would even believe that excuse of yours Y/N."

"What excuse?" You shrug, pretending not to understand what he was talking about. He just plucks his eyebrow, "I don't feel safe with myself for this dad."

"Oh don't sell yourself short, my dear. You're an amazing young woman, and any man would be lucky to have you." Your father opens another beer for you, feeling frustrated that you don't get his point. "Listen to your father my daughter, the boy is nice... Give him a chance."

You nodded thoughtfully, feeling a flicker of hope in your chest. Maybe your father was right. Maybe it was worth giving Graham a chance.

As the meal drew to a close, Tayrone brought up a favor he needed from you.

"Tomorrow, I need you to close up the bar for me," he said. "I have some errands to run and won't be back in time. Think you can handle it?"

You nodded, not suspecting a thing. Little did you know, your father had a plan in mind – a plan that involved you and Graham finally meeting and talking, and a plan that would change the course of your days.

...

You had picked up the keys from your dad a few hours ago, he said he was leaving the pub at 8pm and you were already on your way to pack up and close early, Sunset as always was busy music invaded your ears with everything as you walked to your family's establishment. When you approach the door you can see Graham sitting on the stage playing with the guitar strings, there wasn't supposed to be anyone there... Your father said you were just supposed to close the bar and leave. It doesn't take long for you to put the pieces together and understand old Tayrone's plan to get the two of you together, you take a deep breath trying to count the anxiety that builds in you and open the door.

Graham hears the bell above the door and looks up at it, smiling to see you there. He gets up from the stage and greets you warmly. "Hey there, I didn't know you'd come."

You try to sound casual. "Hey, Graham. How's it going?"

"It's going great now that you're here," he replies with a smile.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but what are you doing here?" You ask, trying to understand the situation.

"Your dad asked me to close the place." Graham says running a hand through his hair.

"Of course he did." You shake your head in disbelief at what he had done. "Funnily enough, he asked me to do that too."

"Oh I see." Graham couldn't help but smile, of all the things he thought old Tay could do, this wasn't one of them. "Good, since I'm here. Can I help you pack everything?"

"That would be nice, thank you." You say objectively, trying to avoid his gaze.

You can feel your cheeks turning pink and you look away, trying to control your shyness. Graham notices and asks, "Are you okay? You seem a little nervous."

You nod, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I'm just...not used to being alone with someone like this."

Graham steps closer to you, his voice gentle. "Well, there's nothing to be nervous about. We're only going to spend a few hours together, we'll talk, but if you want, I can stay quiet." His joke makes you laugh, and when he hears the sound of your laughter he feels butterflies in his stomach.

You take a deep breath, feeling the tension start to dissipate. "Okay, that sounds nice."

You two start to clean everything around, little by little you start to feel more comfortable by his side, feeling a little more at ease. You talk about your love for music, your dreams and aspirations, and your favorite bands. Graham listens intently, nodding along and adding his own thoughts to the conversation.

After a while, he suddenly asks, "Are you Lady Vinyl?"

Your heart skips a beat. How did he know? You try to play it cool. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, I've seen you at the bar a few times when you come to see the shows, she always talks about the same shows you are on, your voice matches hers" he explains. "And your taste in music is very similar to hers. I just had a feeling."

You hesitate for a moment before admitting the truth. "And what if I was her?"

Graham arches his eyebrows with a smile on his lips. "Well, you would be much more badass than I already think you are."

You blush, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. He seems to notice your sudden embarrassment as he stops cleaning a nearby table and turns to face you. "Guess that confirms my theory huh."

You smile, rolling your eyes. "Okay, you got me. I am Lady Vinyl"

Graham explains. "I was blown away by your talent. I mean, I've been in this business for a while, and I can honestly say that you're one of the best DJs I've ever seen."

You're touched by Graham's praise, but at the same time, you feel a little ashamed. You've always struggled with imposter syndrome, and hearing someone as talented as Graham compliment your work makes you feel like you don't deserve it. "Thanks, but I don't know if I'm really that good," you say modestly.

"Don't be so humble," Graham says, looking at you seriously. "You have a gift, and you should be proud of it. I think you could go really far in this business if you just believe in yourself."

You look at Graham, feeling a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. It's not often that someone sees you for who you really are and believes in you without reservation. "Thank you," you say quietly. "That means a lot to me."

The hours of the night are slowly passing, without noticing you and Graham were already very loose next to each other. Your shyness had already gone out of your body, around him you felt free to be yourself, it was a similar feeling to the one you had on the radio, it was just you and him and he saw you as a unic person and not just another out there. The bar was already set up, but you didn't want to say goodbye to each other, so after telling Graham about your desire to learn guitar, he decides to teach you what he knows.

As you strummed the guitar strings, you could feel Graham's gaze on you, watching your every move. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you made a mistake, quickly putting the guitar down and shaking your head in frustration. "I can't do this," you said, feeling defeated.

Graham chuckled. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Learning to play takes time and practice."

You looked at him skeptically. "But I don't have any musical talent. My thing is just talking about music, not making it."

"Come on, don't be like that," he said, reaching over to adjust your hand on the guitar neck. "Let 's try again."

You took a deep breath and began to strum again, this time with more confidence. Graham smiled encouragingly as you played, nodding his head in time with the rhythm. You felt yourself relax as the music filled the room, and soon you were lost in the moment, forgetting all of your worries.

As the night wore on, Graham patiently taught you different chords and techniques, always encouraging you to keep going even when you stumbled. And with each passing moment, you felt yourself falling more and more in love with him.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Graham leaned in close to you, his breath warm on your neck. "You're a natural," he whispered, his fingers still on yours as you played. "Don't ever give up on this."

You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his. There was a moment of silence between you, and then he leaned in and kissed you tenderly. As you kissed him back, you felt all of your doubts and fears melt away, replaced by a sense of pure joy and happiness.

And as the two of you pulled away, you knew that you had found something truly special – something that would last a lifetime.

…

KLOS 95.5

Lady Vinyl (you): Hey there, music lovers. It's your favorite music lover, Lady Vinyl, coming to you live from our cozy little studio. Today, I wanted to talk about a band that's been making waves in the music scene lately - The Six. Now, I know I've talked about them before, but I just can't get enough of their unique sound and killer guitar riffs.

But you know what they say, music isn't just about the notes you play, it's about the emotions you evoke. And speaking of emotions, have you ever had a moment that just takes your breath away? Maybe a sudden burst of inspiration, a breathtaking view, or even a surprise kiss that leaves you feeling dizzy and wanting more.

Well, that's the power of music, my friends. It has the ability to transport us to another world, to make us feel alive and passionate. And that's why I love what I do. And of course, don't forget to buy 'SevenEighNine'

So keep on rocking, and who knows? Maybe you'll have your own moment of musical magic soon enough. This is Lady Vinyl, signing off."

...

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any billy hcs?

OKAY I'm finly tackling this. lightning round.

I know that the general fandom perception of billy (in a few different circles anyway) is that he's trans, and I DO understand this. however it's not my personal headcanon. if you want to know why it's simply because the idea of him being a chaser is like insanely funny to me so. stu is trans and billy is weird about it. this is my dynamic.

as for sexuality, I've described this to people before, but to me he's bisexual on a technicality. what's that technicality? he REALLY thinks he likes women. like he's convinced himself he does. (he does not.) so like, if anything, he'd consider himself bisexual and so I call him bisexual. but. he's gay. dykwim.

anyway yes billy is a bi chaser and he is down horrible for stu though he can't really show it. I don't know if I even brought this up in my stu headcanons post but I do think they are BOTH autistic and bpd so they're really failmaxxing as a romantic duo

billyboy loomis is the undisputed mommy issues king, I think him and his mom were very close when he was a kid, like almost to the point where she was smothering him, but he loved her and became codependent with her. I think that's a theme for billy - codependency. he grew to be that way with his mom, and since I personally believe that him and stu have been friends since childhood, he also grew a little fascination with him at around the same time. he's always been Weird about stu in a myriad of ways, but the moment his mom abandoned him it was almost guaranteed that his closeness with him would turn into its own codependency. and it did.

I think his family has moved around a lot, only settling in woodsboro when he was maybe eleven or so. that's when he met stu.

I think they were both independently weird freaks of their own nature, as in, billy has always had his horror movie and psychology fascinations, but stu really amped up the crazy for him. like many people, I hc that stu is a big hunter and likely showed billy how to hunt and gut animals, and I even think he introduced him to the more gorey, less plot-centric horror movies that he loves. I also think the buck that they share was stu's initially, who then gave it to billy sometime after his mom left.

as for current day (read: 1996) stuff. a lot of people tend to stereotype stu as The horny one in their dynamic, but idk. they're both teenage boys and if anything, billy was the one trying the hardest to get laid in the movie lmfao. (I know there was an actual reason behind it but I do also think he just wanted to fuck lol) I think they're both raging horndogs and they rile each other up all the time.

we never see anyone but randy with an actual job, but I think billy's done some under the table type work around town. he strikes me as a guy who'd do good at a mechanic shop, or something. nothing too serious, just whenever he needed some pocket change he couldn't swipe from his dad.

as for horror movies... oh man.

billy is a real pretentious guy. he likes horror, he likes thrillers, but he's not as much of a gorehound as stu. that's not to say he doesn't like it - but it usually only interests him when it's the real deal. in terms of movies, he's actually your pretty generic film bro type, in that I think his top three are psycho, silence of the lambs, and the original house of wax. were he alive today, he'd be BIG into the 'elevated horror' genre, I think. think jordan peele and ari aster. overall he's a real snob about it, he can only get into a horror movie if the killer is someone he can idolize and get into the mind of. he's not a fan of monster movies, thinks it's scarier when the monster is just a regular guy. psychological horror is right up his alley, and I think he'd also love candyman for the way it combines artful and intriguing psychology into a more typically 'slasher' narrative.

I could talk about how billy watches horror movies forever but I'll move onto music so this post doesn't become a novel. I think he's big into rock, pretty similar to stu's taste in that regard. I think he'd really love green day, for sure. I also think he'd like the cure and REM, maybe soundgarden, too. he's really into anything moody or brooding in some way. besides rock though, I also think he enjoys older, more classical stuff. I could see him buying a film score cd and listening to it to sleep, or something.

SO. YEAH those are some of my billy hcs.. like I said w stu I have like a million thoughts about both of them that I couldn't possibly include in a single post so if you have any specific questions about stuff I didn't cover .. lmk ^_^

[kawaii-butt-crust-core]

Random HB headcanons / thoughts I guess

(tw for some sexual mentions and cursing )

Mammon fucking HATES jingle bell rock

Asmodeus sending fizz "send this to someone you love!" Type of videos and fizz sends shit like this

Just the thought that asmodeus ( the embodiment of lust ) believes love is not love without consent is honestly a great detail

Also thinking about how fizzarolli has eyebags

Millie can use a bow and arrowwwww

I think the human versions of blitzø and his family are indigenous, idk the nose and the skin tone, it might be a long shot but I like the idea yk

Also love seeing indigenous characters

Stolas loving outer space that's canon right

Imagine him as a kid just reading a shit ton of books about space and in any occurrence it's brought up now you know how the universe is going to end

Blitzø: I just need space-

Stolas: SPACE???????

I think after Octavia gets out of her super angsty teenager phase ( do not come after me I know it's more than an angsty "mom leave me alone I wanna be famous" thing, I'm kidding ) she would really like indie music

Like indie rock if that makes any sense

" with ♥️ from Ozzie " ON EVERYTHING OZ GIVES FIZZ URGAJF

I'm sorry but there neeeeeddsss to be more Millie appreciation

I kinda wish there was an episode that centers around her yk ?

Do you think imps nipples are white too like scars and freckles or am I weird

Ozzie posting on everything " YES THE RUMORS ARE TRUE THIS IS MY FUCKING SOULMATE" because for some reason there was a lot of controversy and debate if it was real or not

Then next to it it's a picture of him and fizz

People were PISSED

I thought mamom was played by bluey's dad bandit if I'm being completely honest I'm so sorry

Millie is spider man moxxie is hello kitty

Stella likes soup. What is she eating now? Oh some fucking soup. What's wrong with her icecub- SHE FROZE THE SOUP TO MAKE ICE CUBES-

Loona has a very bad picking at her skin habit, not really with her face but with her legs and arms ( human form obviously )

I LOVE HOW MUCH BLITZØ LOVES LOONA IM SORRYYYY

Fizz posting " FUCK ALL OF YOU" on all of his socials , deleting everything ( especially the sexually explicit things )

I think being a part of the circus is equivalent to trailer trash in hell

I mean look at em

I love it

Human form Ozzie would have THE MOST luscious hair ever

This image just says so much about them as a pair it kills me

The way the animators just go above and beyond is just amazing to me

How did fizzarolli get the 2 minutes notice thing planned so quickly...........

" IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪 IM A KLOWN BITCH🤪🤞🏼"

Fizz over sharing as a teenager ( not projecting )

THAT ONE SCENW QITH STOLAS MOVING STELLAS HAND LITERALLY MADE MY FUCKING JAW DROP HOLY SHIT

HES LITERALLY TAKING BACK HIS LIFE

fizz really thought in "oops!" That he wasn't gonna make it out of the fire again

Like bro just put his knees to his chest and CRIED

IDK RHATS SK SAD TO MEEEE

Speaking of fizz how did that mark in the next episode get there? What was that? Idk if it was maybe a bruise from.. something.. I don't wanna say it was from mamon because that would defeat the purpose of his character being EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE and that emotional abuse is still abuse, but idk some people said it might be because of him?

Can you tell I'm obsessed with fizzarolli

The sexual harassment rep.... People who have experienced sh usually think "it's not as bad as *other s3xual trauma* so I'm just being dramatic" ( I say this from experience ) but it ABSOLUTELY IS AND SHOULD BE RECOGNIZED. It's still something you're not comfortable with. Fizz brushing it off as "oh well they're just fans who express their love differently!" Should not have been taught to him.

I'm not slightly projecting again. Nuh uh

Ozzie can play saxophone. He just gives me the vibe.

MILLIE CANNOTTTT KEEP A PLANT ALIVE FOR SHIT BRO

MOXXIE?? UH MAYBE A MONTH. 2 MAX. MILLIE? ITS DEAD WITHIN A DAY.

Loona: I AM NOT PUTTING THAT ON

blitzø: JUST ONE FUCKING FAMILY PICTURE LOONA-

Beezlebubs design just screams if kesha. Even if they didn't mean to.

Millie getting stuck in trees as a kid and being too scared to get down

Was Barbies real name barbie or is that a nickname? Or was it for the sake of the circus ( like blitzøs name being .. well blitzø )

Millie name is short for Amelia maybe? People used to call her Lia but she hated it so much she started writing her nickname Millie on everything.

People saying they hated / thought the stolas human design could've been better can go FUCK themselves HONESTLY

Blitzø and fizzs as teenagers going to their town center and being like "?????? Why is everything so FANCY it's AMAZING"

Octavia can't handle spicy things for SHIT

Look at their British asses

They cough at smelling PEPPER

Stolas just randomly texting Octavia "you're so beautiful darling! Have a nice day <3 -your dad" or "don't forget to eat! -your dad" ( he texts like that IDC )

FUCK STELLA ME AND MY HOES HATE THAT BITCH

Octavia writes poetry! It's actually really good

Okay so I have this headcanon that in the HELLUVA BOSS universe that songs like contoursionist, toxic ( by ashnikko ), tunnel vision and agorah hills, NYMPHOLOGY, and he has this "one last show" thing where he preforms these songs and HE IS SCREAMING SOME OF HIS OWN SONGS

But that would also defeat his character development so I'll just imagine him singing this songs in the car or smth

Mamon having to do some toxic gossip train shit

I WANMA SAY OZZIE HAS TWO OLDER SISTERS BUT IDK IF THAT WOULD WORKKKKK

Millie kills the spider.

I think that may be all okay byeeee

[meekswillinherittheearth]

What the Poets are like in my DR!

this is a response to this ask! hope you enjoy!! posting it a bit earlier than originally intended bc i couldn't take the anticipation anymore :)

Neil Perry

my found family brother!!

always looking out for me

he was the first person i met when i started at Welton

we do bicker like siblings but it's okay

i love going to his plays, watching him perform is so much fun and he is so happy

seeing him like that is enough to heal the soul

we share books a lot

i do his stage makeup!

he makes the strangest little sounds sometimes

it will be dead silent and he'll make a silly little squeaky sound

always joins me and my dad (mr keating) for family time

Todd Anderson

he's so sweet and caring

he can be very sarcastic though

insert the "the one with the buck teeth?" situation 😭

he's super funny without trying to

we're both super anxious and it's nice to have someone around who understands that

amazing hugs!! not often, but they are healing

that time i was having a really stressful day and he hugged me and i immediately cried

he can be insecure about his relationships with people because he thinks people don't wanna be around him and just hang out with him out of pity

he needs reassurance but refuses to act for it

really good at painting! i got him watercolors for his birthday <3

he deserves everything. if i could give you the moon i would todd bb

Charlie Dalton

outrageous drama queen

he loves dancing

never said he was good at it though!

it's mostly just twirling

flirts with you to antagonize you but only if you tell him it's okay, he would never wanna make someone uncomfortable <3

my number 1 supporter since forever

superrrr competitive

can and will turn anything into a competition

massive cheesy nerd but denies it adamantly

he cares about his friends more than anything

very very affectionate

wants to be touching someone at all times

his love language is 1000% touch

very talented at music, he can play guitar, sax and a little bit of drums

doesn't sing often but definitely can

hates studying, not because he doesn't care about his education, but because it's not stimulating enough for his brain and he gets distracted really easily

i've said it once and i'll say it again, he is EVERYONES BIGGEST CHEERLEADER!!!

we're polar opposites but will match energy when needed

knows when to be hyperactive and when to be chill and quiet

sarcastic, always being a little shit

"hey charlie, will you pass me that?" "um, no" as he's passing it to you type of thing

gets me out of my shell, which i appreciate so much <3

i really benefit from the confidence he gives me and he likes being around someone who doesn't expect him to be going at a million miles an hour all the time

Knox Overstreet

my gossip buddy!

when we're bored we sit and people watch and make up life stories for the people we see

he has the silliest, most giggle

can and will lift you up

on his shoulders, picking you up and spinning you around, no matter what, it will happen

i watched him pick Charlie up and shake him and nearly peed myself laughing

very platonically affectionate, like little cheek kisses and stuff

it's his way of showing gratitude

hes also pretty sensitive and emotional

he read pride and prejudice and cried his eyes out

type of guy to kick his feet and giggle while twirling his hair

Gerard Pitts

hits his head off things at least once a day

so long and gangly and strange

like those things at car dealerships (affectionate)

he's so sarcastic and goofy

we always gang up on Charlie when he does/says something stupid

he takes his grades very seriously

but he isn't a stick in the mud about it

loves music so much

its one of the main things i hear him talk about

finds and keeps cool rocks

gives them to people when they're having a rough day

penguin behavior tbh

he is just a silly guy!

Steven Meeks

this is gonna be a long one, buckle up lovelies

we met and instantly clicked

inconsolably sweet, all the time

also kind of a chronic people pleaser but we're working on it okay!

we both have an affinity for latin

we have secret conversations in latin sometimes <3

about a week after we first met he asked Charlie if I was dating anyone but made him promise not to tell me (which didn't last long)

when we met i complimented his glasses and he blushed and went "thank you, i need them to see. i like your freckles."

he did not realize how hilarious of a response that was until later

falling asleep on his shoulder when we're up late studying <3

GETTING PRINCESS CARRIED!!!!!

he always wants to carry me places. who needs legs honestly

flustering him is so easy and i love to do it because it's so funny

trying to teach him how to dance and he trips over his own feet

he has the softest most beautiful curls ever

tiny little ringlets by his ears!! my heart is melting!!!!

and his eyes.... cut the cameras

hes so pretty

him laying in my lap while i read to him

leaving lipstick all over his face and him not realizing.... the literal cutest

he is always the first one I run to when I get off stage after a recital (they all come to my ballet recitals in my dr)

us always getting caught staring at each other <3

writing poetry for each other!!!!

his love language is acts of service and quality time

his glasses are somehow constantly fogging up

he always offers me his sweater/coat/jacket when i'm chilly

my love im kicking my feet and giggling writing about him

he feels like the song 'let the light in' by lana del rey

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WITH YOU [39] THE MELODY

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Charlie isn’t crazy, but she shares a moment with Bob. A sickness takes another victim.

Warnings: none?

Song:

Words: 774

She thought she was going crazy. Hearing the melody, without seeing a person that was whistling it. It couldn't be her brother, she checked it already, but then who and how knew the melody. And the answer came the day they were all digging griefs. Bob smiled at her and with music coming out of his mouth, he was working on his dug.

"Nice melody," Charlie said, leaning on her shovel, whipping cold drops of cold from her forehead. It was hot and humid that day - perfect wearing to work physically. "How do you know it?"

"In my unit was this one guy," said Bob. "Tall, muscular, looked like a star. A good friend," he smiled. "And he was whistling this song over and over again. I was slowly going crazy... So I asked him one day: why are you doing this to me?"

"What did he say?"

"Family," he said. "He told me this melody was bringing him back home," Bob said. Charlie's lungs squeezed and the air couldn't enter or leave anymore. "But my my...what was his name?"

"Finn?" Charlie choked out.

"Finn?" Bob furrowed his brows and started thinking. "No. Let me thi...Luke! His name was Luke!"

Darkness.

"Hey!" Daryl called as he saw Charlie approaching him when he was fixing a car. He was worried when he heard about her fainting, so obviously he was relieved that she was on her own legs again. "You good?"

"I was tired," she nodded with a faint smile.

"You sure?"

"Too much sun," she reassured him. Then she looked at the car and she furrowed her eyebrows. "You going somewhere?"

He looked back at her, thinking whether he should answer her with truth or to lie. Charlie was still pale and weak, so he couldn’t worry her with what he was about to do, so he decided to lie. "Hershel needs something."

"Be safe."

"I'm not going alone," he said.

"So be safe even more," Charlie smiled as honest as she could. She knew that those people knew what they were doing, however, sometimes a moment was enough time get killed.

Suddenly she felt dizzy again and her lungs tightened. Something was wrong with her, and she knew that."Have to find Tyreese," Daryl said and closed the hood. He looked at her one more time and furrowed his eyebrows. "You sure you good?"

“Yes,” she nodded and placed her hand on his bicep as he was close to her. “Just come back fast.”

He nodded, touching her hand and passed her to look for Tyreese.

Once he disappeared she coughed and after a moment she felt something wet on her hand. She looked at it and saw a bloody stain, felt her legs going weak and the last thing she remembered was rather painful fell on the ground.

Charlie opened her eyes and smiled weakly as he saw Hershel kneeling next to her and helping her drink water from a cup. She coughed and tried to got up. "I'm fine."

"Why haven't you came earlier?"

"So someone could burn me like a witch?" she snorted and a cough escaped her mouth.

"Keep this on your forehead," Hershel said and placed a cloth on her forehead. "Veterinarian's order."

"This sucks," she said and looked at him. "In a time of apocalypse I will die out of cold."

"Don't say things like that," Hershel said in father's voice. "Don't even think things like that."

She looked at him with a smile and a big heart. From the moment she met him, he treated her with nothing but kindness and now he was taking her as if she was a blood of his blood, a flesh of his flesh. It was bringing a wave of nostalgia and pain, but as much as she felt those negative feelings, she missed her real father - who was cold as a stone, as distant as the stars, and as absent as a ghost. “You know...My dad was never there," she said and her face turned sad. "Thank you."

"It's okay now. Don't think about it,"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I will see them soon."

Charlie leaned her head on the wall as its coldness was giving her relief. "We got this far somehow, you can believe somehow. Now we all have jobs here. That one's yours."

He moved away her hair in a loving gesture. She closed her eyes in a bliss, her body relaxed under his touch. Because some wounds can’t be healed, no matter how long it would pass. The absence would be felt more than the presence.

And then she heard the whistling again.

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Top 10 Comfort Movies

tagged: @thequeerestdad (sorry this took so long I wanted time to think about it then forgot then it was a week later)

Labyrinth: its fantasy, its a musical, its got puppets, it has a man wearing pants so tight you can see his bulge. My dad has always shared movies with me and its not the earliest one I remember but its up there. Also I can't totally claim its responsible for my fiction romance tendencies but its not NOT responsible you know.

Near Dark: Between the moments of bloody murder and elaborate blood drinking displays its actually a pretty quiet chill film. Also I really like to watch Bill Paxton go sicko mode.

The Company of Wolves: Aesthetics, special effects, ill advised romantic trysts, soft music. The movie to drift off to sleep to after a hard week. High fantasy horror hitting just the right notes for me.

Aliens: being so familiar with a movie you know every bit of it from start to finish. That's comfort baby.

Paterson: Actually radiates comfort. Whenever you just need to watch something that is really a weighted blanket, a warm hug, a reminder its not all bad. For me this is it.

Fellowship of the Ring: All three of them really but seeing this in the theaters really blew my mind at the tender age of 8. Watching it does take me back to that exact moment in time. Which is a comfort in some ways by itself.

The Phantom of the Paradise: I really can't explain this one. Just the weirdo sicko vibes coming off it I guess. Feels homey.

Fantastic Mr. Fox: The feeling of fall in the air. The way you can see the fur move where the animator touched the figure to move it. The fancy little star apple. Stop motion animation is one of those creative outputs humans do that warms my heart. Sure its easier to do another way, but the human touch is what makes it special.

The Birdcage: Every father's day back when all the kids were home my dad would get to pick a movie and that was the only movie all year we had to watch. Cause that was all he asked for father's day. This was one of them. I tend to watch it when I can't go see him for his birthday. And like lots of other days too.

The Witch: I really like watching the woods tear apart that family every couple of months. The attention to detail is incredible, the acting (from children no less) spectacular. If they didn't want it to comfort me then they shouldn't have fascinated me so good.

tagging: @hellboys, @finalbabe, @aethelreds, @anthonysperkins

[vanfleeter]

Plant Dad

A/N: My first little Danny blurb/Gvf fic on here. Needed to write something quick after the latest Danny tik tok. So now I share with you.

Summary: Plant shopping with Danny.

Warnings: None. Extreme fluff.

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You hadn’t been sure of what Danny had planned up his sleeve when he dragged out of the house and to the car. After a short drive, he parks the car on the side of the street.

“Come on.” He says eagerly as he hops out of the car.

Getting out of the car you were faced with a brick building with a sign reading Yarrow Acres. Immediately you knew what he was here for. Grabbing your hand he pulls you inside the shop and sighs in content. You smile beside him and watching as the joy overtakes his body. He leads you throughout the shop before stopping in front of the shelves of venus fly traps.

He delicately picks one up and slowly turns to face you, his smile growing bigger and brighter. You playfully roll your eyes and he chuckles. “George needs a friend.” You giggle. “George? You named it?” Danny nods his head. “Right.. Of course you did.” “Please?” He says as he bats his eyelashes at you.

You inhale and cross your arms over your chest. “Yes, you can get George a friend.” You say as your take the tiny plant from his hands. He gives you a childlike smile before moving onto a different part of the shop.

He could spend hours inside of this store and admiring all the plants. To which he did. For two hours. Not that you minded.

Despite spending a couple hours inside the shop, Danny settles on little venus fly trap cupped inside the palm of your hand. Paying for the plant he takes it back from your hands and admires it as the two of you make your way back out to the car.

He sits in the driver’s seat and brings the little plant up to his face again and eyes it closely. “What are you thinking?” You ask. He sighs. “I think I’ll name this one Walter.” “Walter?” Danny nods his head. “Looks like a Walter.” He happily places the tiny thing inside the cup holder in the center console.

Getting back home he immediately rushes inside and to his music room which has slowly started turning into his own little plant oasis too. He walks over to the window and places the newest addition beside its twin on the window sill.

“George, meet Walter. I think you two will get along well.”

“You’re such a plant dad.” You smile. He stands up and walks over to you. “Thank you for coming with me today.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

O fim

[cowgurrrl]

Daydream Believer

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: fun June lore when my parents told my family they were pregnant with my youngest brother (a whopping six months after having my sister) my uncle looked at my dad and said, “Do you not have cable or something?” and thus it gets added to the fic

Summary: Daisy seems to know something you don’t

Warnings: talks of periods/pregnancy, fluff, I think that’s it!!

It happens when you're lying on the couch, scrolling on your phone. Sam had just gone down for a nap, and Joel was plunking some music in the home studio when Daisy climbed up on the couch with you. She forced herself between your legs and rested her head on your stomach, sighing heavily once she was comfortable. You smile and drop your phone to look down and pet her big head.

"What's up, Daisy Mae?" You ask as you scratch behind her ears. She wags her tail, steadily thumping against the couch, and bumps her nose against your belly button. You laugh when she does it repeatedly and sit up. "Last time you did that, I was pregnant with Sammy," The speed of her tail picks up at the mention of her favorite little boy. "No, he's not up yet. You guys can play later," She huffs her disapproval before picking her head up and bopping you again. It's not enough to hurt, but it's enough pressure to get your attention. You put your hands under her jaw and look at her in her big blue eyes. "What? What's wrong? Why do you keep doing that?" You ask. She wiggles out of your grasp as if to answer your question and does it again. "There's nothing in there. I don't know what…" You were trying to make a point. You really were until the mental math hit you like a truck. Daisy rests her head in your lap, her tail wagging like she's excited you finally put two and two together.

A million emotions run through you all at once before you and Daisy finally make your way down to the home studio. She pit pats behind you, a big smile on her dopy face as you spot Joel, hunched over his guitar, glasses on his face.

"Hey, Joel?"

"What's up?" He asks from his place on the couch, tuning his guitar.

"What would you say if I told you my period is late?"

"If?" He asks, and you nod, wringing your hands together.

"Total hypothetical." You say, and he eyes you for a second.

"I would ask by how long."

"A week and a half."

"Honey," he breathes as he abandons his guitar and walks over to you. "Are you pregnant?"

"Maybe? I don't know. I haven't taken a test yet," you say, and he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You ready for another baby, Miller?"

"Oh, yeah," he says, a goofy look in his eyes. "I've been ready."

"Sarah and Ellie are gonna think we're nuts."

"There are worse things," he shrugs. "Do you have tests, or do we need to race to the grocery store? Because I'll break all the traffic laws to get you one." He says, and you laugh.

"No, I think I've got some upstairs. Wanna take a break?"

"For you? Always."

Together, you walk upstairs to your shared bathroom and fish out a box of pink dye tests from under your sink. Joel is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, and it takes everything in you not to remind him that you don't know anything for sure yet. You decide to let him have it while he still can. You take two and rest them on the top of your vanity, you and Joel watching the test work its magic. It takes a few seconds for two harsh, dark pink lines to show up on each test, and you gasp, looking at Joel.

"Holy shit, that was fast." You say, picking one of the tests up and staring at it like your eyes are deceiving you.

"You said your period is a week and a half late?" Joel asks, and you nod. "Are you sure you didn't skip last month?"

"Pretty sure. I just can't believe they showed up so fast."

"And they're so dark," he says. "Damn, you're really knocked up!" Joel raises his hand for a high-five, and you laugh, meeting him halfway.

"Y'know, most couples kiss when they find out they're pregnant."

"I can do that, too." He says, pulling you flush against him and kissing you. You smile when you feel his thumbs rub against your stomach over your shirt, suddenly aware of the life growing under your heart.

"We're gonna have another baby." You breathe against him, and he nods.

"We're gonna have another baby."

"Your mom is gonna be ecstatic." You say, remembering when you told Lucia you were pregnant with Sam and how excited she got.

"And my dad is probably gonna ask us if we don't have cable considering how this is the second time you've been pregnant in the past four years." He says, and you laugh together. You plan to call your OB first thing in the morning to make an appointment to see just how far along you are. The lines should not have been that dark that fast if you're only a few weeks pregnant. Something about it worries you, but you can't stress when Joel rests a hand on your stomach and tells you how much he loves you. Regardless of what your doctor tells you at your first appointment, you know it'll be okay as long as you have your family by your side. But for now, you'll just sit with your and Joel's newest little secret and bask in the beauty of watching the love of your life become a father again.

[i-am-vita]

Hello Vita!! I absolutely loved your headcanons with a partner from a different culture.

Being Spanish (Andalusian specifically, which is a exaggerated and stereotyped version of Spanish, hahaha), I think you nailed it with a Spanish and a Mexican as a couple. The accents are... aaaaaaaaah I love them, I don't know if you like the Spanish accent, but I really like Latin accents (by the way, did you know that the actor for Sanji is from the Canary Islands and in the Spanish dub he dubbed himself with a Canary Islands accent? so cute...).

And that idea of big families, that feeling of knowing the ingredients in a meal and thinking we control what we're going to eat but then... it's SUPER SPICY aaaaaaah!!!! water!!!!!, hahaha you made me laugh with that.

By the way, the fact of asking if we're pregnant I think is international! You also made me laugh with that!

I totally buy into the idea that Mihawk has a Spanish mom and a Romanian dad. Honestly, when I watched the live action without any prior knowledge of One Piece, I was blown away seeing that handsome character with that Spanish music in the background! The music fits so well with his aesthetics... and the cross on his chest... being Spanish, you may or may not be religious, but we can't deny that crosses are part of our culture.

By the way, I went to a show in France where a Frenchman fell in love with an Andalusian woman in the XVII century (a beautiful story), and the soundtrack was this. Specifically, starting from the minute I've shared with you, that instrumental part totally gives me the vibes of Ghost Rose and Mihawk, I hope you like it and it inspires you to write more about them!

Greetings from Sevilla! :D

Hello, Jin!! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me 🥰

Yesss, the accents 😚 It's always so much fun to hear all different spanish and latam accents. Ohhh, Taz Skylar's voice was 🫠 I started watching OPLA first on english but I switched to latam spanish pretty soon. Iñaki was sooo cute and they let him talk in mexican (there was a Chapulin Colorado reference!!!) and then ch 5 came and Sanji spoke... My god, his voice is so sexy... It's so rare to have this variety of accents in latam translations, they didn't even gave colombian accents to Encanto 🥺

Big families, salsas not-spicy (lie, they are), medium spicy and totally spicy, a wall full of crosses... That's some of the mexican package 😂 Pro tip: just water don't make the trick, drink milk to get rid of the spicyness in your mouth sooner. Horchata water do it too, there's a reason that's the beverage they would have by default at any restaurant, even street food.

I've been munching for the longest time about Mihawk's heritage with all the little information we have about him and the vibes he gives. If not for the crosses, including Yoru's shape, he would have been more musketeer alike, but the composers definetely felt the spanish vibe too and chose flamenco as his theme because of its intensity and passion. Their video here.

Ohh, I need to see that show and music! But the link is not connecting, like if it's broken or something 😢 Youtube links exclusively are giving me trouble today, share me the title of the play and I will watch it full!!!

I don't know if you were aware (I was told last year) but most of the spanish culture and people that migrated to latam during the colony centuries came from Andalusia! We were fed the most exaggerated and stereotyped version of Spain🤭 and don't make me start with all the MENA influences 🥰

[charliesinfern0]

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WIP Ask Game

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

literally all my fics it’s out of my hands if I ever get one done or not lol

seriously though uhhh I do have a fic idea it’s an aichi cafe au fic where ai owns a cafe and she’s literally the only worker there lol shes finally moved out of her dad’s house and is trying to make it on her own. She makes it work tho bc she’s a robot and she can do a lot at once. One day when business is slow there’s a cat sitting outside and meowing and ai goes to it and is like “aw kitty :) are you hungry? let me get u something to eat” and she goes back in to get smthn for the cat to eat and when she comes back out ichi is there and this is like their first time meeting in this au. Ai is like “oh, is this your cat?” and ichi is just staring at her looking mortified and then he just SPRINTS away and ai is just left standing there like “uh… ok then” and she places the bowl of food down for the cat.

the cat keeps on coming back, and sometimes more cats come over too, so she leaves out a bowl of food and a bowl of water for them whenever they come back. the cats catch the attention of customers, so more people come to her cafe. ai is grateful for the business, but it’s starting to overwhelm her a little and also she has just been feeling really lonely ever since she moved to Akatsuka, so she posts up some help wanted ads around the town.

cut to ichimatsu sitting in his living room staring at the help wanted poster he had gotten from when he went to the grocery store with osomatsu the other day. he doesn’t know why he grabbed it, but he did, and he hid it from osomatsu in his hoodie pocket as he walked out of the store, and he kept it hidden until he finally worked up the courage to stare at it for like an hour, his thoughts racing like “why did I even take this home with me, it’s not like I even have a chance of being able to get a job, let alone have the chance of being able to work with a cute girl you dont even know… this is her phone number on here right? a cute girls phone number…” and then he’s like “IDIOT THATS PROBABLY JUST THE PHONE NUMBER FOR THE WORK PHONE THERE!! AND ITS NOT LIKE SHE HANDED IT TO YOU PERSONALLY, YOU GOT IT FROM A FUCKING HELP WANTED FLYER” and as he’s like banging his head against the floor one of the stray cats he takes care of hops in through the window and like is being all cute and ichi is like “awesome yes a distraction I’m never going to think about this ever again because I have no chance of ever being able to exist in society” and then the cat just takes the flyer and runs away and ichi is instantly booking it down the street trying to chase after it.

back at the cafe, ai is just doin her thing, and she thinks about the guy that ran away from her a while ago. Her mind has been wandering back towards him lately, wondering what was up with him and why he ran away. Just then, she hears the cat meowing outside, and is like “omg it’s that same cat!” And she goes out and right when she does ichi runs up and then he freezes when their eyes meet and ai looks down and sees the help wanted poster in its mouth and then she looks at ichimatsu and asks “do you want to work here?” because 1) this is quite literally kismet via cat 2) he must be the one that attracted the cats to come here and 3) she really needs the help. and ichimatsu is just staring at her like 😦

hard cut to ichi standing behind the counter with an apron just over his hoodie wondering how he even ended up in this situation lol

it’s basically just a cute slice of life fic where ai and ichi work at a cafe together and get closer to one another ^_^ ai also ends up meeting his brothers and many other characters, and she starts to feel more at home in Akatsuka, and with ichi <3

the whole fic was inspired by Music For Animal Cafes by Nobonoko. I have all of the chapter names written down and almost all of them are based off of some of the songs from that album, is some of their other EPs and singles (some of these i might change and I might add more if I actually get to writing this lololol):

We’re Open! (We’re Opening! from Music For Animal Cafes)

Cat in a Sea of Soap (Cat in a Sea of Soap EP)

A Little Background Mewsic (B-Meowsic I and II from Music For Animal Cafes)

Raining Cats and Dogs (Storm from Music For Animal Cafes)

Chat au Chocolat (Chat au Chocolat from Music For Animal Cafes)

To the Moon and Back

10:30 In the Morning (10:30 am Single)

Strawberry Cake (Strawberry+ Album)

Change the Channel (TV2 EP)

Coffee, Hearts, Machines (COFFEE MACHINE from Music For Animal Cafes, and My Heart is a Machine Single)

Six Cats Ate Six Plates (Three Tigers Ate Three Plates from Music For Animal Cafes)

Hope To See You Again Soon! (Thank You! from Music For Animal Cafes)