#im kinda tipsy and want to dance to this song with someone but im home alone :(

[inrainbowscd]

[hauntingkiki]

HIII!!! can i request venture wedding hcs? how would their wedding be like with reader? How would they feel while getting ready?

IM CRYINGGG OMGG

SOMEONE PLEASE REQUEST A WEDDING ONESHOT SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT🙏🏻

Venture x Reader Wedding Headcanons

OverWatch

2nd POV

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- let’s just start this off by saying; BABY IS STRESSING OUTTT!!

- they’re about to marry their best friend. YOU! the most BEAUTIFUL GIRL/PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD

- when they’re changing into their suit/with their groomsmen (a few guy colleagues and some of their guy family members) sloan is getting pep talks and words of encouragement from everyone in that room. not a single bad vibe is in the room!

- wedding theme!: whatever you want it to be. a classic, white wedding? you got it! gothic/vampire? hell yeah!

- ^ but! with your choice of theme; sloan also has some huge crystals (that match the theme ofc) that they’ve gotten from expeditions for table decoration!

- the location was kinda on sloan, they picked where they wanted to have the wedding BUT! they made sure YOU were okay with it before making it the finalized decision. if you didn’t like the location, don’t worry! they have like A MILLION MORE

- everyone in both of your families helped pay for the wedding (if needed), like your parents paid for your dress/suit and sloan’s parents paid for their suit

- when they were at the alter, they were sooo nervous, their hands playing with the rings on their fingers and the bracelets that were around their wrists to calm their nerves

- but when you walked down the isle with your father/father figure, all their nerves just melted away.

- you looked so GOOD in their eyes! their heart was racing, their eyes got watery, their face got hot (they cried) (you did too)

- your vows were pretty standard (if there’s spanish vows then yall did that too!)

- but when yall had your first kiss; you know this sucker dipped you into the kiss, twirling you like in those cheesy romance movies (LIKE IN TANGLED AT THE END)

- and now the reception.

- for the food a verity of sloan’s family meals and your family meals, most of them being hand made to avoid a lot of cost

- alcohol/champagne obviously. all the adults are either drunk asf or tipsy (if you have family who smokes/does drugs, it’s totally up to you if you want that in your environment!! i will not be saying anything about that because it’s very different for everyone)

- the younger kids who can’t drink get something fizzy! like apple cider or something!

- father daughter/mother son dance to whatever song you’d like:)

- sloan did a mother-child(son) dance to songbird by fleetwood mac OR mi cariñito by pepe aguilar

- first dance! sloan could not stop smiling like a fucking idiot, they were SO IN LOVEEE

- you both shed a few tears during the dance (and through the night)

- you two slow danced to (options because i can’t pick)

i only have i eyes for by the flamingos

unchained melody by elvis presley

here, there and everywhere by the beatles

bring it on home to me by sam cooke

amor eterno by rocío dúrcal

- everyone was BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT

- then the music played for the dance floor and it was some great songs! like;

september, earth wind and fire

i wanna dance with somebody, whitney houston

how sweet it is, james taylor

something stupid, frank n nancy sinatra

crazy in love, beyoncé

uptown girl, billy joel

rude, magic!

every little thing she does is magic, the police

and obviously some other songs!

- (FOR THE GIRLS/PEOPLE WEARING DRESSES) yall know the garter toss? where the groom goes under the brides dress to get it off all ‘sexy’ with the most embarrassing song on the planet while your family watched?

- yeah. yall did that.

- obviously with no littles present (14 and younger went somewhere else while this was happening)

- the song? pick your poison

get low, lil jon & the east side boyz

yeah!, usher

earned it, the weekend

let’s get it on, marvin gaye

grind with me, pretty ricky



- ^ COMPLETELY RANDOM, I WAS LOOKING FOR SONGS FOR THE GARTER TOSS AND THE PINK PANTHER THEME STARTED PLAYING…AND WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS BY QUEEN I CANT

- sloan definitely used their teeth to take it off, probably also got a little carried away too; kissing your legs and running their hands up and down before snapping back to reality when their mother literally SCREAMED at them for being under your dress for almost 5 minutes

- after the wedding, the two of you got to your hotel/air bnb and just relaxed, got out of your fancy outfits, took makeup off, showered (together LMAO) and just got comfy!

- you both just kind of talked about the night and what you wanted in the future and other things:)

- let’s just say you two didn’t get a lot of sleep afterwards😳

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did i just write this all in one sitting? yes. yes i did.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE I LOVED IT!!

would you guys be interested if i made a wedding playlist for the (hypothetical) oneshot?😳

[reidsconverse]

memories • spencer reid

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: none! just 4000 words of pure angst

This was an old fic reworked to be about around spencer so its taking a lottt of creative/artistic liberty with the character, so it kinda sucks im sorry! 😁

Every moment you had with him was one to be remembered and cherished for better or worse.

It had been a few weeks since Spencer had officially ended things, he had moved all of his stuff out of your apartment and now it seemed as if he had never even existed in the same place as you, as though you two were strangers. That is had it not been for the images of memories the two of you held. So, here you were sat alone in your room, your only company the half-empty bottle of wine and photographs of the two of you which sat strewn carelessly across your floor.

You picked up a picture and stared at it realising you both looked so happy. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, a cup in his hand and his signature grin sitting across his face. Your head was leaning against his shoulder, the smile on your face reminding you of how free you had felt that night, you had never felt happier and you recognised that night as the night you realised...you were so in love.

"We should have a party," Spencer yelled despite there being no one else other than the two of you in the room.

"Right now?" You looked at him as if he was insane, not only was it completely out of character for your boyfriend but also, it was 1 am on a Wednesday and although your friends weren't those with a regular schedule you presumed most of them would decline a house party in the middle of the week.

"Yeah right now, c'mon doll I'll call Derek and some of the others and you call your friends." His hand was already on his phone texting Derek before you could protest so you followed his instructions and went ahead and invited your friends before getting up and preparing for this impromptu party.

It had only been 10 minutes when you heard Derek and some others open the door shouting for Spencer and you walked over with a grin on your face, "Hey D, Spencers being a diva and redoing his hair, he'll be right down." You said, rolling your eyes as Derek pulled you into a hug, he may have been Spencer's best friend but he thought of you as a sister and always treated you as such.

"Well I have look good for my girl," You heard Spencer say from behind you quickly placing a kiss on your cheek before doing his weird handshake with Derek, "Hey, thanks for coming'."

The three of you made your way to the kitchen to grab some drinks and greet some more guests who had congregated in that area and before you knew it, you were 4 shots in, feeling way past tipsy and in the mood to dance.

"Hey Spence," You said walking over to where he was now sat, a cup in his hand as he held a conversation with JJ and Emily about something that you didn't care too much about. You waved a quick hello to the girls so as not to be rude and then placed your head on his shoulder to let him know of your presence.

"Hey darling, you feeling good?" He turned his face and flashed you a wide grin before wrapping an arm around you to pull you close to him. He enjoyed being near you whenever he could, when he was away he would long for the days where all he did was sit and hold you close to him regardless of what the two of you were doing, so now whenever he had the chance he would hold you close.

"Feelin' great Spence.. wanna dance with you..."  You said pulling out of his hold and grabbing his hand leading him onto the 'dance floor', which was just the open space in your living room. He laughed and quickly finished his drink, discarding the cup somewhere in the room and held you as you both danced to the music playing through the speakers.

After a couple of songs, you both made your way to get another drink and get a break from the crowd, you sat at the kitchen island and passed him a drink."You know, considering you're a genius, I would've thought you'd be able to coordinate a bit better."  You said teasing him about his choice of moves which had essentially been him waving his arms in the air attempting to be in tune with the music.

He looked at you in fake shock and scoffed, "Yeah well it was still better than whatever you were trying to do." Referring to your horrendous attempt at trying to be sexy which in truth was never going to be anything but embarrassing. You stuck your tongue out in a childish manner causing him to laugh and quickly move to place his lips against yours giving you a soft kiss.

You jumped down from the counter after pulling back as a couple of your friends walked in and struck up a conversation about nothing interesting yet you made the effort to look engaged as Spencers's arm slipped over your shoulders and you placed your head against his shoulder.

"Hey guys, look here." You both turned to see your friend Harry, as always with a polaroid camera in his hand. You and Spencer gave each other a quick smile before grinning wide for the camera, both your faces full of love and happiness.

You sat there thinking about how quickly things can change, the people in the image you held so young and naive to the struggles the future would hold. Taking another sip of your wine you skimmed through some more pictures before stopping at one that held a bittersweet meaning. A picture that was taken a few days after what had been your worst fight, you both looked happy but all you could think about the events leading up to the image being taken.

It was your and Spencers 5th anniversary and he had promised he would make it to dinner. You hadn't seen each other in weeks because he was away on a case but he had promised he wouldn't miss this day, he had asked for permission from Hotch to leave for a couple of days so he would be there. "No excuses, No ifs and buts...I'll be there babe. I promise."

But there you were, alone at a table for two. The look on the waiters face held nothing but pity as he walked over for the fourth time to ask if someone would be joining you. Finally, you gave up and shook your head to let him know you would be leaving and would like the cheque. You had never felt so humiliated walking out of the restaurant head held high but tears building up in your eyes and so you cried. You felt so broken, almost as broken as all those promises Spencer had made you. The word promise and sorry had lost all meaning in the last 5 years, simply a courtesy rather than meaningful.

The minute you got home your phone began ringing, it was Spencer.

"Hey doll, I'm so sorry I couldn't make it, the team wanted to go out last night and I kind of missed my -." He began to explain causing you to scoff, 'no ifs or buts' my ass.

"How could you?" Your voice cracking as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill for the second time that night. "I waited for 2 fucking hours Spencer, I felt like a fucking idiot."  

"What? What are you talking about?" His voice was full of confusion. "Didn't you get my text?"

"No, I fucking didn't. I didn't get a fucking text. But that's not the fucking point, You should've been here, you promised you would be here."

"Babe, I'm so -," He began but you knew what he was gonna say. The only conversations you seemed to have were stuck on a loop like a broken record.

"Save it. Don't say you're sorry when you don't mean it, stop saying sorry and show it instead."

"Look, I'll get on the first flight out. I'll see you in a few hours, I'll make it up to you I prom-." You hung up the phone before he could continue, his promise worth nothing to you anymore. Walking over to the couch, you fell asleep the minute your head rested against one of the many cushions populating the seat.

You woke up to keys jingling in the door, yet you made no effort to move from where you were. The sound of his footsteps got louder as he approached.

"Babe? I know you're up." He said, kneeling beside you making you sigh and sit up. "Babe, I'm so sorry. I fucked up."

You just stared at him, it might have been petty but you didn't want to give in to his apologies just yet, he had to understand just how much he had hurt you first.

"I couldn't care less anymore, Spencer. I just need to remember that I'll always come second to work and that's fine, it's important to you and I understand that." You got up and walked over to the kitchen to gather yourself.

"Babe you are the most important thing to me, I'm sorry-."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Here we go again, Spencer there's only so many times you can say you're sorry before it loses all meaning. I'm sick and tired of this, I don't know if I can do this anymore. You're never here, you make promises you can never keep and I'm pretty sure you've told me you're sorry more times than you've told me you love me."

"Please don't do this. I love you." His voice was shaking, breaking down at the thought of you leaving him. He moved over to you and turned you so you were facing him. "I know this means nothing to you but I am so sorry. I've been so shitty to you and I know it."

"Spencer, I deserve better than this and I'm sick of forgiving you and acting like I'm fine with how you treat me, you might not mean it but it fucking hurts. I love you so much and I know you love me but would it kill you to put me first for once in your fucking life."

This annoyed him, the lack of sleep and being overworked leaving him less patient and more irritable, "That's not fucking fair, you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating me, I'm doing my fucking best. I go to work for US, to support US. If I could devote all of my time to you if I could, but I can't and it fucking kills me. You can't understand how much I miss you when I'm not here."

Tears welled in your eyes seeing him breakdown, unable to keep up the unbothered facade you had on, "I just...Spence, I miss you too. It hurts not being able to be near you and so when you're not there when you promise you will be, it hurts it really fucking hurts not to mention it's terrifying, how am I supposed to know you're ok if you do shit like that."

He pulled you into his arms as you sobbed into his chest, all the emotions you'd kept bottled up during the argument letting go. "I know baby, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I promise, and I mean it this time, I won't let you down again. I love you." He mumbled into your hair, slowly kissing your forehead whilst consoling you and holding you like he never wanted to let go.

The two of you went to bed that night in silence, not a word was spoken until the next day wherein Spencer switched off his phone and dedicated the whole weekend to you and only you. He kept his word once he had to leave, always fulfiling his promises, never pushing you to the side and communicating with you always. The two of you felt strong again, you were happy.

You put your glass down and walked out of your room and began pacing around the living room, pictures of you and him still up on your walls, the walls that no longer belonged to the both of you. You thought back to when he asked you to move him, how nervous he was and how excited you were.

It was movie night at Spencers house. Each week he invited everyone over to watch a film, everyone taking it in turns to select a film. This week Emily had chosen Midsommar, a film you were yet to see so you were excited. You were sat beside Spencer on the loveseat, his arm around you and your face resting against his chest, a blanket covering you both for extra comfort. You looked up and saw Derek and Penelope lay spread across the floor whilst JJ and Emily sat on the sofa. Bowls of popcorn and sweets were scattered around the room and beer bottles were piling up. It was nights like this that you wanted to treasure forever, for the first time you felt like you had a family, people to call your own, people you could trust.

"Watcha thinking about?" Spencer asked, glancing at you and realising your mind wasn't directed at the movie anymore.

"Nothing, just really lucky to have you in my life," You reached your hand up to hold his face and gave him a soft kiss. "I love you."

He pulled you in closer if that was even possible, "I love you too."

"Ugh, get a room." Derek groaned making you both chuckle.

Spencer responded by throwing some popcorn at him, "Aw is someone jealous, don't worry you'll find someone soon enough."

Derek murmured a quiet, "Fuck off" before turning his attention back to the movie, making everyone laugh.

The movie ended shortly and everyone was discussing what to watch next, you were in the mood for a comedy but Derek wanted to watch Die Hard for the millionth time. After several minutes of slight arguing, you finally decided on rewatching Moana for the 12th time.

Everyone was pretty much settled, drinks refilled, popcorn replenished and everyone back in their positions. Emily was about to press play before JJ stopped her, "Wait before you start I'm kinda cold can I borrow a sweater?" She asked Spencer.

"Yeah sure, take one from our room." He said casually like it was normal but it made your breath hitch in your throat, did he just say our room? As in, yours and his. Unofficially he wasn't wrong, it was your room as much as his, you spent pretty much every night here making having your own apartment redundant, but he hadn't yet asked you to move in with him. You couldn't help the small blush on your face and the way your lips turned upwards at his words. It made you happy knowing he thought of it as something for both of you.

"What has you so happy?" Penelope asked in a teasing tone, she'd picked up on Spencer words and knew exactly why you were smiling.

You just stuck your tongue out at her and looked up at Spencer, "Our room huh?" You asked making him smile.

"Yeah I mean, you're here every day, maybe more than I am. You should just move in at this point." He let out a little laugh after he said leaving you confused as to whether he was being serious, so you just laughed along and waited for JJ to come back so you could start the movie.

A couple of hours later almost everyone was half asleep, everyone apart from you and Spencer. You began making your way to his room followed by him carrying the blanket he had taken from his bed. The two of you went about your night routine, Spencer had insisted on keeping at least half of your things at his place hence why you never had to leave. You quickly changed into one of his shirts which fit you just right and climbed into bed where he was already sitting, reading a book.

"Spence, were you being serious...earlier when you said I should move in?" You asked him, making him put down his book and look at you.

"Would you like that? You don't have to say yes but I would love it if you moved in. The mornings when I wake up and you're still next to me, are the best mornings. Honestly, knowing I'm going to wake up next to you makes falling asleep easier. Plus Tesla and Edison love you, maybe even more than they loves me." He asked, the mention of his fish making you laugh despite the fact your eyes were welling up, what had you done to deserve the sweetest man to walk the earth.

You shifted yourself so you were straddling him and held his face in your hands, "I would love to move in with you." You answered placing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you so much," He said as you moved back to laying down next him. "You make me the happiest man alive and I'm so lucky to have you."

"God, Spence you gotta stop before I start crying, I love you too." You said, as he laughed and pulled you into a comfortable sleeping position.

"Goodnight love." He mumbled, already falling asleep.

"Goodnight Spence." You responded, closing your eyes and beginning to drift off but not before saying, "By the way, the fishies definitely love me more."

You hadn't realised you were crying until a tear fell onto the frame you were holding. The image just as blurred as the memories it held. You carefully placed the image face down onto the table rather than placing it back up. Making your way to the sofa, you got your phone out and glanced at the image that had left you in this state. A picture of him and her, his hands holding hers as tight as they once held yours, the grin on both of their faces wide. He was happy, only it wasn't because of you anymore. You closed your eyes again, remembering how it all ended.

He had been distant since he had come back from this last case, he had been away for almost two months trying to catch this unsub and you had thought he'd be more excited to come back to you and finally be home. But he hadn't spent more than 10 minutes with you, the only time the two of you were in the same room for longer than that was when you fell asleep. Recently that had also stopped, he spent more nights away from home and at clubs with Derek and Emily , only coming back once he knew you weren't there. It was killing you but every time you questioned it he shrugged you off, telling you he loved you.

You wanted to scream at him if he loved you why isn't he showing it, why does he refuse to acknowledge you. You knew he was lying to you, he didn't love you anymore, you could see it in his eyes, how he never looked at you as he used to, he never held you like he used to. It was killing you and you knew you should ask him but you also knew that would lead to conversation you didn't want to have, an ending you didn't want to happen. So you kept quiet, went about your day and didn't question his actions, you had decided you would rather have the worst of him than not have him at all.

But that didn't last long. A few weeks later something happened, something you could ignore. Spencer had barely been home, only coming back to grab new clothes and leaving again often returning at 4 am or not all. The nights you spent alone, his side of the bed going cold broke your heart bit by bit. But you weren't ready for it to completely shatter, the images Penelope sent you of him holding that girl, a little too close, a little too tight, a little too much, start to fill your screen causing a lump in your throat and tears threatening to spill. You walked to the kitchen, surprised to see him there, he was sat at the counter head in his hands and a coffee in front of him.

"Spencer, what fuck is going on?" You all but shouted.

"Shh, my heads killing me." He said, burying his head in his hands attempting to block you out.

"You fucking asshole." You screamed at him, the pain and hurt evident in your broken voice as you tried your best not to cry.

This made him look up, far quicker than he should've causing his head to fill with pain and throb, but he didn't care, the memories of last night were coming back he knew he had fucked up. "I-I'm sorry, I was drunk and she was just there, nothing happened.

"You're sorry? Are you fucking kidding me?" You said, moving away from him as he got up to come closer to you. "No, don't fucking touch me. I'm done."

"What? No look I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I love you." The words were said, but the tone held so much uncertainty you couldn't tell if he was trying to convince you or himself.

"No you don't Spencer, not anymore. I know you don't and I've been lying to myself, saying that I'm ok with it when I'm not. I love you so much but I can't keep hurting myself by pretending like we're fine, We're not fine, we haven't been for a long time. Yes that fucking hurts, I thought we were forever, I thought we were going to grow old together and have kids and show them that we were soulmates. I thought we were perfect but we aren't."

"I never wanted to hurt you, I love you so much but-" He started with a sigh.

"You're not in love with me anymore..." You finished for him

"I'm so sorry. I wish things were different, I wish I could control how I felt. You were everything to me, I really did picture a future for us but things changed, I don't know why and I don't know how. You don't deserve this, I'm so sorry."

"I know Spence, I know." You moved closer to him and he held you like it was the last time... because it was. "I'm sorry too."

You pulled away from him."I'll grab some stuff and go stay at my mom's for a few days. I just need to find a new place to move my stuff to." You said, trying to brush some tears away but failing as they kept falling.

"No, it's fine. I'll go, this is just as much your home as it is mine. I'll stay with Derek for a bit, you take your time sorting stuff out ok?" He said, using his thumbs to attempt to wipe away your tears. You sighed but nodded knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You sat down as he went to the room to gather some things, your mind reeling from the last half hour. How could so much change in such a short period of time, years spent together thrown away so quick.

"I'm done, I'll get going ok?" He said placing his duffel bag down beside by the door.

"So this is it huh?" You said, with a sigh. You felt him walk towards you and take a seat next to you.

"The last 10 years have been the most incredible time of my life, you put up with so much of my shit and loved me unconditionally and I can't thank you enough for giving the eager 25-year-old who wanted nothing more than to impress you a chance. I'm never going to stop loving you, you know that. I'm never gonna forget about you, my first love, the first woman to capture my heart. I'm so sorry things didn't work out like how we'd imagined them. If I could change how I feel I would, I wanted nothing more than for this to be a silly phase, for me to wake up one day and feel how I felt again. But it didn't happen and it fucking sucks."

"I get it, Spence, you have to do what makes you happy and I'm not gonna stop you. I'm just sorry it wasn't me that could give you want and need, but you're gonna make some girl out there very happy if you're even half the man you were when you were with me." You gave him a soft smile as he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.

He stood up and walked to the door. "Call me when you're ready ok? I love you." He turned and gave you a soft smile before picking up his bag and walking out the door.

You just broke down, you don't know how long you sat there sobbing your heart out but it felt like forever. Everything hurt so bad you didn't think you'd ever feel any emotion other than heartbreak for as long as you lived.

You took a deep breath as your hand hovered over the delete button on your phone, it was time to move on just as he had. As you released the breath you were holding, your finger pressed against the button, deleting all the pictures you had with him and you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and the realisation sunk in.

You loved him so much, but he wasn't yours to love anymore.

He was just a memory.

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[sunseteyes]

♪♫.ılılıll your voice ˎˊ- k. kozume

FOURTH SONG — MY VOICE

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, kinda angsty (actually, it is angsty)

“hey! you’re a friend of keiji, right? kenma? that’s your name, right?”

kenma would be a fool not to recognize that voice, but it was the loss of confidence and formation of hesitancy that drove him to linger for a few seconds before he turned. lo and behold, he was correct.

he pulls down his hands together, unconsciously fiddling them as he looks at the ground, unable to gaze at you directly at the eye. he was only able to when he muster that courage, suddenly finding himself to be astonished at the sight of you in front of him, without any of his friends around him, no other person saving him from any sort of embarrassment he may do.

why does he care for what you may say?

why does he care what you may think?

but he wondered what was on your mind, guessing over the thoughts that you may think about, sitting here with someone who’s close as a stranger, all your friends inside of the pub, talking and discussing with themselves.

“why are you here?” he questioned once he had taken his eyes off of you, once again looking at the ground, aware of the chill wind that passes through both of you, making his hair slowly dance in movement with it.

“why are you here?” he questioned once he had taken his eyes off of you, once again looking at the ground, aware of the chill wind that passes through both of you, making his hair slowly dance in movement with it.

you then gave a deep exhale, as if releasing all the weight of the world on your shoulders back to the universe, where it should belong. “i just wanted some fresh air. the boys are enjoying back there, talking about chemistry and basketball and studies, to which i couldn’t relate.”

“how about you?”

he fiddles his fingers again. “i don’t like drinking… much.”

he could smell it. even if both of you had come from the same room and the stench still reeks to the outside, he could smell that you’ve drank quite a lot, surely more than him.

“oh by the way, i hope you weren’t offended when i said you have a nice voice.” he thinks more despite your voice slightly pulling him out of his mind.

“i wasn’t.”

“it’s just that-it reminded me of when someone said that to me, you know.”

he peers at your form again, seeing the distant look on your face in an instant.

“why do you look like that?”

when you met his gaze, that was the only time he realized what came out of his lips. yet, he was too late to take it back, nor does he want to.

you didn’t look offended though, unlike any normal person who’d be the recipient of such a question from kenma. you smiled instead—a sad smile, before turning your face ahead. “you saw that?”

“well, i can’t blame you.” you say after an intake and exhale of breath. silence followed, but he knew this silence is not because you were dodging his question. it was the calm before the actual storm, and you were just giving him time to prepare himself from a story that he would never have expected he would hear tonight. “i don’t know if you’re going to understand this, but the moment you’ve got the taste of fame, you just want to go up and up, wondering where the top may be.” you say, your hands gesturing as you go, like when parents try to make their children eat vegetables, swinging the spoon like an airplane before landing to a perfect shot. kenma blames it on the drinks, but your voice says nonetheless.

“though the moment you realize that there’s no such thing as the top and the walk through fame is blander than it seems, you can never go back again. because once you’ve held back for even the slightest, you’ll lose everything.”

kenma, he knew he doesn’t understand a thing, because he’d never tasted fame. but he can tell just by the way you sounded and worded everything that it was a journey he wouldn’t like to take.

“you like games, right? i saw you playing games inside while the others were talking.” you paused and kenma saw through the corner of his eye that you raised something. only then did he see that you were holding a can of beer. now he doesn’t know anything about alcohol but he sure did not expect he would one day find a famous person like you to sit beside him and drink openly like that.

then he realized, maybe this is what you were talking about.

“in games, you’d basically want to get yourself on top of the ranks, right? of course, you’d want to get stronger.” you say after sipping from and bringing down the can. “but once you’ve reached your goal, what would anyone usually do? they create dummy accounts. because in dummy accounts, they could restart again and get it as strong as your original account. you’re back on track again. in real life, you can never create dummy accounts or you’ll lose track of the goal.”

with a hushed voice, you added, “there’s no way you’ll go back to where you had been before.”

kenma may not have been able to process everything in your situation, nor does he think he would ever be, but he does get the logic of what you were saying. reality is much different from fantasy, and it also meant having to experience the harsh truth about life.

he wanted to say something, to respond with his own words.

but he can’t.

“(y/n),”

both you and kenma looked up to the call of akaashi’s voice, standing by the side of the door next to the wall from where the bench you two were sitting at.

“oh, you’re here too, kenma-san. it’s about time to go home. both kuroo-san and bokuto-san are already drunk.” said akaashi, pulling his coat to fish out his car keys. “do you need a ride home, (y/n)? wait, you’re drunk too?”

“am not!”

akaashi turns to kenma, and he knows what that look is.

“they’re tipsy, but not drunk.” he answers straight away, to which you giggled and say “told you so!” to akaashi. based on the interaction alone, kenma knew how close you were to the other one.

when akaashi left, you stood up and just when he was about to, a question from you made him freeze.

“hey kenma, what’s your number?”

THEY’RE FRIENDS NOW, AREN’T THEY? BUT LET’S NOT FORGET WHO’S THE BESTFRIEND

TRIVIA

y/n mentioned a few clues here about their past

they’re really just tipsy, not drunk

INTERMISSIONS

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i have changed my personal url again jxjzjz im sorry about that. anyway, i was actually going to not post this update today because i thought i wouldn’t make it. it’s a good thing i already have a draft of the long story of y/n so it was quite easy to fill out the gaps hehe. what do you think of this chapter? any theories out there?

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[normal-thoughts-official]

Magnus and Queen

ok so i thought making the other post would get this off my chest but apparently it didnt so here comes

this post is non-queen-fans friendly

lemme just talk a little bit more about magnus' (Canon!!!!) relationship with freddie mercury cuz honestly i think they were just name-dropping but it makes so much sense i die

listen. LISTEN. magnus and freddie are so alike, its kind of unreal. both really powerful/glamorous/outspoken people who actually felt pretty lonely and were very closed off when it came to important things.

both with the same fashion style and love to break gender roles (particularly 70s!Freddie).

both big cat lovers.

both really Soft and romantic and nice but taken for divas and drama queens because of their effeminate styles.

both serial adopters of insecure kids (John deacon, queens bassist, has said multiple times that fred was like a father figure to him, helped him come out of his shell and feel comfortable in the band and always helped him write his songs. also most of freddie's exes or queer friends ended up living at his house or getting a position as like, freddie's "personal assistant" or "gardener" so he could help them on their feet - and magnus, well, magnus has adopted every single downworlder he managed to put his hands on).

both diplomatic peacemakers (all the queen guys have said on multiple occasions that when things got heated, freddie helped them figure out their differences and played the diplomat) but who also didnt stand for bullshit.

both had an "open house" policy (freddie would accept visitors any day and frequently took random people he met on clubs to his home. that's how he met his husband, jim hutton)

both really creative, admired, fierce people. both scared of being left behind and unloved. both queer men of color.

like listen theres just. so much they could bond over. so much they could share with each other. i bet their relationship was so good for the both of them

with all of that being said, i dont think they were like, boyfriends. theres many reasons for that; 1- magnus would have to hide pretty much his entire life from freddie; 2- i think magnus would at least avoid getting involved with a mundane; 3- magnus spent way too many years closed off to romantic relationships; 4- they were both kinda private when it came to The Important Things so i think that would put a wall between them should they try to have a romantic relationship

so I'm thinking - not dating, but not really friends with benefits either? something like friends-who-sometimes-bang-and-sometimes-sit-in-silence-doing-their-thing-and-sometimes-talk-all-night-long. intimate and close, but not really romantic. and they were fine with that

freddie and magnus would lowkey compete over who loved cats the most. it was never really explicitly said but whenever magnus would, like, get a cat some milk, freddie would give them fish, so magnus would pet them, so freddie would kiss them, and it kept going but neither would acknowledge what was happening

magnus had to have met the other queen members at some point, since they were all really close (like, personal-space-is-not-a-thing close, really, there are many pictures of them all just. sitting on each other's laps), and i think hed vibe with Brian May (queens guitarrist) pretty well

im thinking party because freddie loved to throw parties and magnus loved himself a good party and somehow he bumps on Brian and theyre both slightly tipsy and started talking and like. brian is fun (esp when hes drunk) so theyd get along well and somehow they found themselves at a quieter place just talking. im thinking by the pool just because brian would throw himself at the pool at freddie's parties jejdid

anyway they have a few bits in common if you look close enough. mainly, brians gender issues (his parents kind of raised him as a girl and hes always been like, slightly feminine. up to this day - hes 71 now - brian paints his nails and has long curly hair and wears androgynous clothing on his shows) and death issues (brian had a sister who died very young and it deeply scarred him. he has many songs that revolve around the idea of being the one who lives and having to watch your loved ones die. hes also struggled with depression and suicidal ideation for pretty much his whole life)

so like, ok, yeah, dark, but im not really thinking, super dark? im thinking somehow these topics come up and it ends up being like one of these honest conversations you have with strangers at a party when you're just the right amount of tipsy to be honest without being hyper-emotional or a crying mess. these conversations that end up going deep but dont really feel sad, feel more like "omg someone understands!" and end up being kind of fun

so they talk about these issues and get along pretty well and both come out of their conversation pretty satisfied. magnus didnt reveal anything he shouldn't, of course, but that conversation ended up subconsciously inspiring brian to write who wants to live forever

magnus kind of doesnt listen to who wants to live forever cuz it hits a little too close to home. but its a beautiful song

eventually, with magnus becoming the high warlock of brooklyn and freddie dating other people, they stop seeing each other. they dont really break up as much as drift apart, and, as many of freddie's exes, stay on pretty amicable terms

magnus never stops being a queen fan. hed still go to concerts, along with dot, and sometimes talk to the guys when he managed

magnus was totally that queen fan who liked the hot space album, and dot was totally that queen fan who despised the hot space album. these were the concerts that magnus "dragged" dot to (because i refuse to believe dot doesnt like queen. theres no such thing). theyd have heated arguments over it too

"its funk! its disco! its not queen" "oh, so you're telling me that queen, the band that mixed hard rock and opera, should stick to a single musical genre?" "im saying it doesnt have queens touch. i thought youd back me up on this, dont you think there could be more of an edge?" "darling, there can always be more of an edge. also, two words: under pressure." and even dot cant argue with the power of under pressure, but that doesn't mean she'll agree with him

queen is magnus' go-to band for many moods. they just have so many songs he can relate to (from dont try suicide to somebody to love) and also many purely fun, even silly songs he can dance/perform to and just feel. happy. he even likes most of queens not as well-known songs, like seaside rendezvous and lazing on a sunday afternoon

freddie's death shocked him. freddie didnt tell the press about his disease and they werent that close anymore at the time, so it hit him in the stomach. he attended the freddie mercury tribute concert and went back home feeling better and knowing that freddie lived a happy life

when he starts to miss him and wants to honour him, he listens to was it all worth it, to remind himself that yes, Freddie died really happy and proud of his life

[ambwkpopreads]

Purple & Leather- Rich Club Owner Au

Pairing~ taehyungXreader (Ft~no one)

Word Count~2k+

Warning~Alcohol, Public pre-sex

Summary~ You needed to let loose and you went to find that in a club, owned by Kim Taehyung, but you dont know that.

A/N~the gifs are just there to give you a facial expression of his to match, other then that he looks like the gif above! doesn't he look so fucking delicious in all of them!!?? 

By the way, as i wrote this I listened to BTS and nutted almost every time taehyungs part came on because of this story. Lol also because im using my beats, they are in my fucking head. lolll 

ALSO I NEED FEEDBACK IF YOU WANT THE SECOND PART LMAO OF COURSE THERES MORE!

Once you step into the unfamiliar surrounding your sense are immediately heightened. With lots of people stuck together you didn't want unwanted touches. You go right over to the long bar counter and take a seat, well at least try without flashing anyone.

You recently bought a new little black leather dress because you wanted the confidence to go out and have fun. Ever since you graduated college you've just been cooped up in your house relaxing and not doing anything, only because you have done so much for your whole college career.

You haven't gotten laid since a party you went too after midterms, you needed it bad. You wouldn't finally be relaxed.

Just gotta test these men out here, make sure they aren’t creeps.

You order a pretty strong drink. You were definitely not a drinker, so something quick and strong that will get you drunk fast is what you need. Without alcohol you might as well go home alone.

Once your drink comes, it looks about two swallows, so that's what you do and order one more. Sadly he said it was going o be a minute since the other bartender didn't show and there were a lot of people. You sigh and nod, you turn around in the stool and look into the crowd. It was a little darker in the crowd, with colorful lights going everywhere. One the wall were words that you couldn't read because they were too far away. But they were light in pinks and purples. The floors were also purple as well, lit up. Overall it was more purple in the room.

You heard that this club does different colors each night. So you thought black would fit perfectly with anything, and leathers hot. Right?

On the side of the rooms is a glass wall, and right on the other side is a huge group of rich men and women enjoying their night.

Gahh, you’d do anything for one of them.

You see a man walk out of the group and walks to the door, which was glass. He stands and watches the crowd with a glass in his hand. He shakes the glass before taking a sip of it. The wall of glass was a couple of stairs higher then the dance floor which was where everyone was at. So he was looking down.

From this view he was just wow. You would be scared to see him up close, but you are also wondering if he was really all that close up.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you turn around and see the bartender hand you two drinks.

“One is on the house, for the wait.” He smiles softly and walks away. He should of gave me it all free. You think.  You look down at the pretty pink drinks. You knew that you probably shouldn't drink both, and you have a slight thought on how you were even going to get home.

Could call a uber.

Fuck it, if you survived...then no partying for a while.

Hopefully.

You grab both drinks and turn back around to the crowd.

You can do this.

You take one more look around you to make sure no one was looking. But then again, why did you face the crowd?

You catch eyes of the man who walked towards the glass door, you quickly look away, thinking that it was was too far away to have even made eye contact. He was probably looking at someone or something nearby.

You shake your head and focus back onto the drinks.You start to count down from three.

3

2

1

You quickly down both drinks in four swallows. You look down before you made a ugly face at the world and exposed yourself. You opened your eyes before you looked up and you see the floor within your whole view, only think else is a pair of expensive ass gucci shoes.

You quickly look up and see him. Right there, in front of you.

Holy.

Fuck.

He was a God.

“Woaa.” He says looking around. That's when you notice that the people who were once around you is now surrounds a good five foot radius around us. “That was impressive.” He says looking you and nodding at the two empty glasses you set behind you.

It felt as if you were a deer caught in the headlights. Your eyes connect and it's like you are stuck. He smiles a little and tilts his head cause the earring in his ear to swing.

“What brings you here tonight?” He asks. It was then you felt every beat the song had in your whole body. He started to get a little blurring. But with a few blinks it was gone. Kinda? The drinks were kicking in.

“To have fun obviously.” You say back, maybe that was a little too harsh. But that thought disappears when you see him smile a little.

“I see, would you like to dance?” He asks you taking a half of a step closer, he tilts his head again and his eyes lower looking right at you.

“There has to be a catch right?” You ask yourself, and he must of heard because he smirks a little. Why would someone that looks like him be asking me to dance. You don't even know how to dance, unless you count just moving your body to the beat in no particular order.

Your eyes travel down and see a loose cloth around his neck, a choker.  His style didn't match the theme of tonight, but then again it did. It looked expensive. You look back up at him.

“Why would there be a catch? I just want to dance.” He speaks.

“I don't know how.” You mutter. What if he was a creep. A rich creep.

“That's perfect.” He smiles softly at you and that made your heart start beating fast. Out of everyone here, out of all of those girls in the room he was in, he comes and chooses you?

“Can you tell me your name first?” You ask standing up from your seat. You are just eye height to him thanks to your heels, but his build was so much bigger, you felt smaller than what you really were.

“Dance with me first then I will tell you.” He says quietly.

One dance won't hurt right?

You slip your hand into his much larger one. The warmth surrounds your hand, and that makes you wonder what it would be like if he holds you. He turns around, hands still attached and he walks. He taps on one of the men making the barrier around us and the man walks forward and the stranger guides you into the crowd with the man leading us. When we make it to the middle we make a turn and you get confused. Until you realize where you were heading.

Towards the glass wall. You heart starts beating faster and you pull your hand away catching him off guard. You start walking backwards a little before he caught your wrist and pulls you closer to him. Like your thoughts before his heat wraps around your whole body.

“It's okay, as long at you are with me.” He says into your ear, that's when your body starts to buzz and tingles all over. But when he lets you go and grabs your hand, it all goes right to your arm. You look down at the hands together, eyes not really focusing, wondering why in the hell it felt like your arm was falling asleep.

You both make it to the glass door and you notice a huge security guard in front, he just nods and the man you are with and steps to the side letting us through. When you both walk through the door, you instantly felt like you didn't belong. What you saw earlier was the big group of people, what you didn't see was a dancing crowd just beyond the group of people surrounds the crescent shaped couch. The crowd was smaller than the one out there, and it was also more spaced out. On the other side of the couch was a smaller bar, you didn't see that because it was hidden before the glass began, so it was a normal wall.

“Did you want something to drink?” he asks looking at you looking over at the bar. His voice a lot softer now that it was as loud. You quickly shake your head. You had to put money away just for the drinks you got. You were kind of irritated because you weren't as drunk as your would've been if he never came over.

You couldn't afford another drink, you would just have to deal with the little tipsiness you have now.

“Are you sure?” He whispers into your ear as he walks past you pulling you along to the bar. You were confused to why you legs didn't listen to you when you didn't want to go. No instead your legs followed. What type of shit?

He ordered the drink of his choice, and you couldn't stop staring at him. He was just so memorizing. You felt as if you needed to scan his whole face so you never forget it.  He turns to you.

“What would you like?” he asks looking down at you, he laughs a little when he realizes you were staring at him this whole time. But you didn't care, you kept looking.

“Um, something strong and cheap.” You say, you look away when you said cheap. Why did you feel so embarrassed. That's when it hits you for a second time that you didn't belong here.

“Nothing here is cheap.” He says looking up at the tender and telling him another drink. You frown at that and grab his wrist stopping him he freezes and looks down at your hand practically up his jackets sleeve on his wrist, you quickly go to pull away but he quickly sets his other hand on top of yours looking at you.

“I don't want anything then.” You say quickly. The two drinks were set in front of you two.

“Too late. Don't worry it's on me of course.” he says handing you your drink. You nod anyways frowning. Is it too late to leave?

Why was he so intimidating. Fuck.

You look down at the drink in your hand...mhm you could down it in one go.

So you do. When you swallow you see him smiling at you.

“Why don't you taste the alcohol? That was almost 500 dollar alcohol” he says squinting his eyes as if he wanted to see my reaction, which he got because you almost wanted to throw it back up. Of course you didn't show him that, instead you just quickly covered your mouth up and eyes widen. He laughs a little.

“Well… I don't like drinking, but I like being drunk.” You say. Did that make any sense? You didn't even know, all you know is your body was on fire. You needed to move. You see him down his drink as well and he takes your glass and sets them down.

You then hear you favorite song to dance to come on.

“Tomorrow” You whisper instantly wanting to go to the dance floor.

“Dance.” You say to him. He looks down at you and asked you to repeat it. You had whispered it to yourself. But you couldn't, you felt like you couldn't speak, so you just grab his right wrist and pull him towards the crowd. When he realizes what you want, he takes the lead guiding you there.

You felt people looking at you, but you were only focused on the back of his head. This must be a dream right?

When you get there he instantly pulls you up against him, you both facing towards the wall. On the other side of the crowd but still in. He puts his hands on your waist and starts to move your body against his, moving along so that you both were going in the rhythm of the song. Once you got the hang of it you started actually moving your body, and it made everything so much better and smoother.

“Thata girl.” He whispers into your ear moving your hair to one side. As you move to the beat things start getting a lot more heated, as the alcohol really clicks, you close your eyes leaning you head to the side he put your hair at, unintentionally giving him full access to your neck. You reach your hands up and wrap them around his neck pulling his face closer loving the feeling of having him so close.

“Holy fuck baby, come here.” he says grazing his lips up your neck up to your ear, and slowly wrapping  You shiver at the feeling. That's when you became aware of the fact that my butt was exactly lined up with his crotch.

You were so turned on that you moaned right then and there. Thankfully the music was loud enough so only he heard it and it was like his body twitched, he couldn't help but thrust right into you one time and that didn't help at all because it just made you moan

again.

He couldn't hold you up anymore let alone himself so he pushes you up against the wall, in the same position. The wall was just there to support.

“Fuck I almost came right there.” He whispers maybe to himself, but you heard him loud and clear.

You needed him right now. You didn't care if it was in front of everyone right now.

You felt him hand go from right under your breasts all the way down to your exposed thighs. Self control wasn't even in your mind right now as you felt goosebumps rise on your skin and the wetness pool down your legs. You cry out.

“God, I love how much you react to my touch.” he openly kisses your neck making your cry out again and start to pant.

You pull one of his hands down your body and right up your dress, feeling that you have no underwear on and how wet you were. With his other hand he rips your hand away then spreads your legs apart now rubbing where you needed him most.

“You are such a naughty naughty girl.” He says a little harshly in your ear and he plays faster. It only turns you on so much.

“Yn, my name is YN.” You moan out needed desperately to hear him say your name.

“Yn huh,” He smirks into your neck.

So. Fucking. Hot.

He sees it before you do and quickly crashes his lips against yours as you cum around his fingers.

You screams were covered by him attacking your lips thrusting his tongue in, barging in without permission. You try your best to kiss him back but you couldn't really focus with your bottom half twitching out of control.

Soon the sensation got too much and scratch at his hands and he finally pulls away.

“Come home with me.” He says into your ear. He runs the hand he didn't use up to your neck. He turns your face to his making you open your eyes. He then lifts his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your juices up. “Please.” he mutters into your neck. You quickly nod and in a blink of an eye he fixes you up and steps away. He then grabs your hand and pulls you through a door to the left. You then see that you both were in a hallway. He starts to walk down the wall toward the door on the end of the hall once again pulling you along.