#like. how the fuck do you have such boldiness and how did you make a friendishp between at least 3 of the harbindgers

[t-0ne25]

“I can’t sleep until I feel your touch.” — Option B1.1: Amethyst

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

As soon as you take another glimpse at the amethyst necklace again, you get thrown back to last afternoon. The purple dress. How he told you about his feelings. The kiss the two of you shared. Nothing comes close to that moment you had together. Fuck. You could have and should have realised so much sooner.

He was the first one you chose on this show, so he for sure will be your choice in the end, too. You head towards the cash desk, bringing the amethyst jewellery with you.

“This one, please,” you tell Lia while reaching for your wallet.

“The colour suits you,” she compliments you, while letting you pay and carefully putting the necklace into a small paper bag.

“Chan said the same,” you say, not really thinking about it.

Lia chuckles, “Are you guys finally a couple?”

“W-What?”

She rolls her eyes, finding it adorable that you don’t quite catch what she means, “Come on, when you entered the store with that bridal attire I thought you were running away from a spontaneous wedding into the arms of Chan. You’ve always had this certain chemistry that you usually only see in movies.”

Is this a sign? This is for sure a sign, right?

You grab the paper bag and put your wallet back into your purse.

“You’re right. I have to go, thank you, Lia.”

Rushing out the store, you almost stumble over your own feet and the ridiculously long white dress.

“Uhm, yeah sure, have a nice day!”

Half an hour later, you find yourself at the company Chan works at, knowing he will be there. Your expectations turn out to be true, when one of the assistants allows you entrance. Opening the door to his studio, you see him inside of it, big headphones covering his ears.

Still, he notices your presence, as he lays them aside, “Y/N… is everything alright? Why are you here?”

“You’re gonna be a lucky husband one day, Chan,” you boldy announce.

He looks at you confused, “What do you mean?”

“As long as you make me your wife, of course,” you add, shrugging your shoulders.

Chan gets up from his seat, shaking his head in disbelief. Long strides bring him closer to you. He’s a little puzzled why you’re in a wedding dress but he guesses it must be because of the show. Shit—did you really come to the studio right after quitting? You didn’t stay there till the end, right? It’s way too early for that. You were supposed to come back to Seoul tomorrow.

“Are you playing with me?” he asks, blinking twice.

“I would never, baby,” you reply, tilting your head.

His mouth falls agape, “Fuck… How… Why?”

“I made the wrong decision,” you admit. “I shouldn’t have let you go. No, screw that—I shouldn’t have said some shit like ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ when our moment hasn’t left my heart since then.”

A bright smile appears on his face, when he listens to your words, simultaneously pulling you closer as he grabs you by the hips.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we?”

“Absolute idiots,” you giggle. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and his gaze does the same with yours. “Just kiss me, Christopher.”

His mouth crashes into your own then, when he starts kissing you. A thousand fireworks are shooting through your veins, when he’s with you like this. You wonder if you would have made different decisions if you allowed him to kiss you that night in Vegas, but this doesn’t matter now anymore. All that counts is that you’re together with him.

“It’s always been you, baby, all this time,” Chan says in between kisses. He guides you towards the sofa inside his studio, before he sinks down and pulls you with him. You land on his lap, your lips staying connected with his throughout all time.

“It’s always been you, too, even before that night,” you confess.

“If that stupid red car appeared at the first try, you’d already be my spouse, hm?”

You keep kissing him, when he has you in his hold like that. It feels good to be with him. It feels as if it’s meant to be, after all.

“We’ve got all time now, baby,” you reassure him.

Chan adores it when you use that pet name for him—it makes his heart melt and his knees all wobbly. Although, you manage to have that effect on him at all times, really.

He suddenly changes the course, when he picks you up by the hips and lays you onto the couch. Now hovering above you, his lips travel further down. The irony that you’re wearing what looks like a fucking wedding dress, is insane. When Chan pulls the fabric over your head, revealing the red lingerie underneath, another thing gets spotted by his eyes.

“Is that an amethyst?” he asks.

You giggle, placing the gemstone between two of your fingers, “Hm, same colour as the dress you chose for me.”

“You’re insane,” he lets out, once again in disbelief. This all feels like a dream except for the fact that it isn’t. It’s all real.

“Insane for you, yes,” you chuckle.

Chan helps you out of your bra next, before he hovers his black sweater over his head. The contrast is almost hilarious—the elegant white dress that’s by now discarded somewhere on the floor and his simple but comfy clothes on top of it. 

His kisses enlighten on your skin again and he wanders further south, brushing over your breasts, taking one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, while the other one is pinched between his fingers.

“Let me get a taste of you, yeah? How’s that sound, babygirl?” he asks.

“Fucking perfect,” you reply, parting your legs for him.

“Make yourself comfortable, hm?”

You nod, as you allow him to take your panties off of you. A whiff of your scents enters his nostrils and he feels himself drooling at the thought of finally having you under him like this. Oh, how much he wanted to eat you out that night. Do even more. And start right again when the two of you woke up the next day.

His fingers spread your pussy lips apart, giving his tongue better access to your clit. A string of saliva hits you, although this isn’t even necessary—you’re already drenched for him, absolutely soaking wet because he’s so close to you.

The kitten licks soon turn into Chan making out with your pussy, as two of his fingers gently push into your hole, all effortlessly. He stretches you out perfectly, scissoring you open. Shit—you’re not gonna last long, that’s for sure. You should have done this back then, should have waited for another stupid red car to drive around the corner and then spread your legs for your best friend in that hotel in Vegas.

When Chan curls his fingers unexpectedly, you already envision yourself seeing stars very soon and when a few more encouraging words leave his lips, you cum all over him, coating his fingers and tongue in your juices. Your best friend helps you through your high, before he takes his time to lick both your pussy and his fingers clean.

“That was… unbelievable,” you say in between heavy breaths, trying to calm down a little.

A gentle kiss gets placed on top of your forehead, before you watch Chan walk towards his backpack that’s at the other side of his room.

“What are you doing?” you ask, balancing yourself on your elbows.

“Grabbing a condom,” he lets you know.

You gulp, “Uhm… you know, we don’t have to use one. I’m on the pill.”

Chan knows you’re on birth control. He’s your best friend and usually has to remind you to take it on time thanks to how forgetful you can get, especially when being stressed. But this is insane. The fact you’re gonna let him fuck you raw, lets him fear that he might just cum in his pants.

“Alright then,” he says, before letting the wrapper fall somewhere on the ground, out of sight now. You chuckle because of his excitement, waiting for him to come back.

“Chan…” you whisper, while he’s busy getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, back on the couch now.

“I need you… so much…”

“Sure, darling,” he chuckles. “Can you turn around for me?”

You do as you’re told, getting on all fours for him. Chan places a pillow between your head and the armrest for a little bit of comfort, before he aligns his hard cock with your entrance. He pushes himself inside, centimetre after centimetre. Due to his size, you’re glad he’s prepared you so well.

Chan starts with slow movements but once he hears you moaning his name, drooling all over the soft cushion underneath, he picks up his pace a little. One of his hands is placed on your ass cheek, spanking you whenever you clench around him. The other one is at your neck, keeping you in the position he wants you in.

“Fuck– Chan–“ is all you’re able to let out. His hand wanders away from your ass, sneaking between your legs from the front instead—he starts playing with your clit, chuckling right into your ear, when he feels you get closer so soon again.

“Come on, be a good girl and give me another one,” he whispers.

“Chan– I can’t it’s–“ your body feels possessed by the sensations he’s giving you. 

“Oh, you can. I know you can, darling,” he encourages you, while fucking ever deeper into you, railing you into oblivion.

You hastily nod, “Yes– okay, God, right there, please, please, please–“

A few seconds later, your second orgasm takes over you. You drown out your noises, when you scream right into the pillow. Chan has different plans, though, when he slowly pulls you away from it, wanting to listen to your sinful noises.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

He helps you through your high, feeling himself getting closer. Your name slips from his lips like a mantra, before he pulls out of you and his seeds land on your ass and lower back. He is quick to bring an old shirt to clean you, before he hands you some fresh clothes that he has at the studio as well as a bottle of water.

“Uhm… the… the microphone was still on,” Chan says, when he takes a look at all the equipment, seeing a little red light blinking.

“I think we’re used to that by now. Feel free to use it for one of your songs,” you tell him.

He’s gonna faint anytime soon, if you keep going like this.

“God, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Chan slips into his clothes, too. “Let me turn all the devices off and then I’ll take you out for a date, okay?”

“Okay.”

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[javipispunk]

PINE SYRUP

Chapter Two: Straight and Narrow

Jackson Era! Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Through the cold and desperation the pine needles do not fall. The needles are sharp and bitter to ward off strangers, yet with tender care they make the richest syrup.

Warnings: smut, p in v unprotected, ass slapping, sir kink, brat!reader, pet names (darlin’, good girl, sweetheart, kid), use of firearms, joel is mean, flirting, cursing, feelings of loneliness, age gap (27/56)

A/N: First time writing smut! Hope it’s okay. As always let me know what you think or if I need to add other warnings or anything xoxo

Word Count: 2.7K

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A few days later you were in the greenhouse picking herbs. Joel came in and cleared his throat. You were still put off by his gruffness but you couldn’t be too mad, anger was all too common these days. That was until today. It seemed like it was his personal mission to piss you off.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“My job,” you stated matter of factly.

“Pickin weeds? Bet you think you’re good at that too huh?”

“You get off on arguing with me or something?” You snapped back.

His mouth twitched, either from holding back a retort or trying his best not to show a reaction. He took a deep breath and then spoke again.

“We ain’t arguing.”

“No?” You asked.

“Nope.” He said while popping the p.

“So you just like being a pain in the ass? I bet it's a cover up for something.”

He leaned closer towards you, your hips now pressed up against the table that was behind you.

“A cover up for what sweetheart?” He was as close as he could be without actually touching you. It was exhilarating. Joel Miller was a very handsome man, there was no denying that. Here you were inches from his face. The wrinkles around his dark eyes and across his forehead really suited him. You wanted to reach out and trace your thumb along his nose. You also wanted to make him squirm so you leaned close to his ear.

“That you wanna bend me over this table and fuck me good.” You said boldy. Then you pushed his head back with your finger. This struck a nerve, you saw him swallow and then he let out an angered breath and took a large step back.

“Delusional” he muttered.

“Then what are you here for?” You asked while waving your hand in the air and giving him an impatient look.

“Tommy wants to see you.”

You sucked in a deep breath trying to quell your annoyance.

“You couldn’t have started with that? You could have spared the cilantros feelings by not calling it a weed.” You called after him as at this point he was hurriedly walking out of the greenhouse.

/ / /

You met Tommy out by the stables. He had your rifle in his hand and a small box. You handed it over to you and asked if you wanted to go for a ride with him. He wanted to see you shoot.

“I wanna test ya before we put ya on patrol.”

You grinned, glad to have your gun back and glad that he was trusting you.

“Yessir”

You followed him into the stables as he led you to a horse, already tacked up. You hopped on, Tommy followed suit on his own horse. Once you left the stables and were trotting down the street Tommy asked you how you were finding Jackson.

“Good so far, feel like I can breathe a little.” This was all true. For once you weren’t running from or running to, there was some stability. What you didn’t tell him is that your loneliness still hadn’t subsided. It sat heavy in your chest, not willing to leave. A town full of people and you felt more alone than you did in the woods by yourself.

“I’m glad” he said after nodding at you in understanding.

Then you frowned, “Except Joel called my cilantro a weed which made me kinda sad. Do you know if he maybe has that gene where it tastes like soap to him? I don’t know what else the cilantro could have to receive such ire.”

Tommy let out a booming laugh. So loud it got the attention of some of the people in the street.

“You’re funny.” You were both smiling.

“I try. Joel didn’t think it was funny though.”

“He doesn’t think anything’s funny.”

“What a shame. Wanna make a bet?” You asked him.

He gave you a suspicious look. “What kind of bet.”

“I bet I can make Joel laugh.”

Tommy laughed again just as loud as the first time. And then pursed his lips and nodded to your left. When you looked over Joel was about 10 yards away because of course he was. There was a very high chance he heard you and now you were sure you would never get him to laugh. Beside him was a teenage girl.

“Have you met Ellie?” He asked.

“No I have not.” You replied. Then Tommy waved them over. You looked at the girl, completely ignoring Joel. “You must be Ellie then?”

“Sure am!” She said, then you introduced yourself.

“Okay enough, we gotta go.” Joel said and started to walk away. Before he turned around to call Ellie she gave you a shit eating grin and stood up on her tip toes. You leant down so she could whisper in your ear.

“I’ll show you my No Pun Intended book if you want. It’s gotten him to crack a few times.” Then she gave you a wink and scampered away after Joel. You smiled.

Then your focus was shifted back towards the gates as they opened up. You swallowed, nervous to leave. But you sucked up your hesitation because you had to and followed Tommy out into the wilderness.

He eventually led you to a clearing. Then we walked about 30 yards out and placed three bottles on the grass.

“Oh come on! You can move em further back! Anybody could shoot those.” He complied and moved them another 20 yards back. Once he was out of the way you lined the rifle up, clicked the safety and took a deep breath. Finger pulls the trigger, recoil hits your shoulder, bullet through glass. And again. And again. It was meditation. Breath in, breath out, shot. Time went in slow motion.

You sat back up and looked at Tommy. In the distance he gave you a thumbs up and went to place more bottles further back. You felt like a teenager again in the field shooting target practice. All of a sudden you were back there, smiling, your cousin showing you how to hold a shotgun, where to aim. Lost in your memories you almost didn’t hear a branch snap behind you. You spun around quickly with your rifle raised. Once you saw it was Joel you dropped the gun.

“For fucks sake Joel don’t go sneakin up on people like that. I was one second away from pulling the trigger.”

“That one second of hesitation will get you killed.” Joel said

“Not the point Joel.” You retorted.

“You don’t shoot right.”

You gave him a nasty look and said “then why didn’t I miss.”

“Luck.” He stated. Who did he think he was sneaking up on you and then telling you you were a bad shot.

“If I’m so lucky why the fuck am I stuck talking to you?”

Before Joel could get another quip in Tommy let out a whistle signaling you to shoot again. You resumed your shooting position all the while incredibly aware of Joel's presence. You knew he was scrutinizing your every movement so you went thtough the motions as perfectly as you could. Deep breath in, deep breath out, pull the trigger. But at the last second you twitched and the shot went low, hitting the ground before it could reach the bottle. You cursed under your breath.

“I told you.” Was all Joel said.

Fuck him and his stupid honeyed voice and his syupid eyes that you had a feeling had been trained partially on your ass while you were laying down. A man could be as stoic as he wanted but there was no hiding that look of being caught checking someone out.

“Well maybe if you weren’t staring at my ass I could concentrate.” You said annoyed.

“Gotta learn to shoot with distractions darlin’.”

“I ain’t your darlin’.” You huffed. You wanted to give him a go and show him what a real distraction was. With a newfound need to prove him wrong you straightened out, another breath, another shot, hit, broken glass. No time to relish in your glory, you still had two more bottles to hit. Joel coughed, spooking you just enough to ruin your alignment so you had to shift to get aimed properly again.

Apparently it was taking too long because Joel said, “What are you waiting for? You won't have time to set…”

You shot before he could finish his sentence, taking out the remaining bottles with two quick shots. You turned towards him and kept your expression neutral.

“Sorry, were you saying something?” You asked

“My turn.” He gestured for you to move, layed down on the ground and then signaled Tommy to place more bottles. Much to your chagrin Tommy had only brought six bottles, all of which were shattered in the grass. You told Joel as much. He was struggling to get back up.

“Gotta get up faster than that if you wanna survive out there bud,” you said mockingly. He looked angry, a bull to the matador you were embodying. Thankfully Tommy showed up before either of you started throwing haymakers.

“Good work kid.” He said. You smiled and shook his outstretched hand. “That's bout all I need you for today. You know the way back?”

“Yessir.” You gave the men a two fingered salute and got back on the horse. From there you headed into Jackson. You were annoyed you’d missed a shot. Missing meant life or death. As aggravated as you were with Joel you knew he was right. One mistake could cost your life or someone else’s life, you knew it all too well.

/ / /

Your anger had only festered by the time you got back to your house. You slammed the door shut, stomped over to the kitchen and threw cabinets open looking to see if there was any alcohol. Of course there wasn’t, it had probably been looted years ago. You thought of trying to make moonshine but you didn’t have any apparatus to actually make it so you were shit outta luck on that one. It looked like your only option was the Tipsy Bison even though the booze was watered down. So you went back to the foyer and jerked open the door. You jumped back in surprise. Joel was standing there, fist up ready to knock.

“What do you want Joel?” You asked annoyed.

“You got quite the mouth on you girl, ya know that?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You crossed your arms and started tapping your foot.

“I’m here to put you in your place.”

“My place?”

“Yes. Ain’t nobody gon talk to me the way you been talking to me. Bein a wiseass and all.”

You laughed. “What are you gonna do bud? Punish me?”

He stepped into your house, now towering over you. “I bet you would like that wouldn’tcha sweetheart.”

“I think you would too.” Then his lips were on yours, forceful and harsh. He kicked the door shut while he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and placed his other on your hip. Fuck was he a good kisser. He kissed like a man starved, not a boy kissing you because he had nothing better to do. This was full of want, full of greed. Joel’s kiss was like the first bite into the first peach of the summer, addictive.

You threaded your fingers through his curls, grasping onto them to keep you anchored to earth, who knows where you would float off to if you didn’t. He pulled his lips away from yours and stared down at you.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“We’ll see.” That earned you a smack on the ass. Then he grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him.

“I didn’t like that answer.”

“Yessir. I’ll be a good girl.” He smirked and pushed you into the kitchen. Once you were backed up against the counter his lips were back on yours and just as strong as they were before. You moaned into the kiss and then he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You fought back with yours. A war for the ages, fighting just to fight, after all you knew you were going to lose. You wanted to lose, to lose control, to lose your mind, you didn’t need to fight so hard. When you stopped pushing your tongue against his he knew he had you. Then he looked at you again, really looked at you. Seeing if you wanted this as badly as he did, making sure you were on the same page.

“Keep going Joel. Please.” He nodded.

“There’s my good girl using her manners.” And then he was unbuttoning your jeans. The forcefulness at which he did it made it seem like he was going to rip the button right off and break the zipper. Then he yanked them down with your underwear over your ass and past your knees. You stepped out of them. There lay a puddle of blue on the floor.

Joel nudged your legs apart and palmed your breasts. You could feel his hard cock pressed against you. You reached around to palm him through his jeans. He let out the quietest moan. Barely audible over your gasps as he trailed one hand down towards your needy cunt. Then he was dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness.

“I bet you’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Yes.” You breathed out, so lost in the feeling you could barely talk.

“Yes what.” Then he pressed a finger hard against your clit. This made you squirm.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” You were moaning loudly now. He removed his fingers and spun you around. Chest pressed against the counter, ass sticking out. Then he slapped your ass again. Not hard enough to leave a handprint but pretty damn close, like he was testing the waters, seeing how much you could take. When you moaned with the slap he did it again, harder this time. Joel removed his hands to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. He barely pulled them down, just enough to free his aching dick. You wanted to turn around to see it but he wouldn’t let you. Then all of a sudden he was pushing into you. It hurt but in a good way. It had been a while since you’d had sex and he felt huge. You arched your back and tried to get him to push in further.

“Patience girl, don’t wanna break ya.” He offered as an explanation for why he was going so slow.

“You’re not gonna break me.” You said through gritted teeth. Then he was pushing in even further. In and out slowly, you knew it wasn’t the whole thing yet. You were whining. “Please sir, more!”

With this he finally bottomed out. You felt so full, he was hitting against your cervix. He was so big you could feel him in your stomach, you were gonna be hurting later, that was for sure. Joel grabbed your throat and started pummeling into you. He lost himself in you, fucking you like he had to do it in order to survive. Your mind went blank. All your senses were screaming Joel Joel Joel. It was hard and fast, the noises from your mouths and where your bodies were connected was obscene. Your cunt was swallowing him, squeezing him. Joel’s hand reached around again and started toying with your clit.

“I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing my cock so good.”

“I am sir. So close.” You stuttered. With two more hard thrusts and him pinching your clit you were coming. You were so blissed out as he fucked you through your high. Everything went white. It felt like you were standing knee deep in the purest white snow, sunlight reflecting off of it. A few more pumps and he pulled out, releasing his seed all over your ass. He stood there for a moment admiring the sight, you bent over with his cum dripping down your ass. Once he took a mental picture he stepped back.

Joel tucked his dick back into his jeans, kissed you on the cheek and then left without saying a word. You were so fucked out that you didn’t even notice that he didn’t help you clean up. Once you regained your composure you waddled to get a towel, cleaned yourself up and changed into sleep clothes.

[asunsetgrace16]

We Did A Thing - Pt. 1 ⎥ MB12

Pairing: Matt Boldy x fem!reader

Summary: the one where Matt and Y/N eloped

Warnings: swearing, kissing, a really cringe proposal speech from Matt, drinking

Notes: Your cat is named Fish. He is fluffy and grey with green eyes. This is my longest piece yet, though the bar isn't that high

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Part 2

One week into the playoffs. One week since their last game. Matt accepted the invitation to go to worlds. And everybody is going stir crazy. Even the cat.

Matt and Y/N lie in bed, tangled in sheets with the comforter half off the foot of the bed. Matt's warm chest is pressed into Y/N's back, and she snuggles closer when Fish lands at her feet. He goes in circles, pawing at the blanket trying to get settled. Ultimately he wanders up the bed and sits, meowing impatiently. Matt cracks an eye open.

"Shoo, cat. You have an automatic feeder for a reason. With all that ruckus you're making you will wake up mom." Matt hisses at the cat, pushing up onto an elbow.

Fish just blinks. And yawns, thoroughly unaffected by Matt's words.

"It's alright, I was mostly awake anyway." Y/N says, rolling over onto her back. Matt gazes down at her, a soft smile on his face, simply enjoying her beauty. He doesn't know how he got so lucky.

"I love you, you know. More than I ever thought I could" He whispers. The moment calls for it.

"I love you too, Matty." She says back to him, reaching up to run her fingers along his jaw. Matt leans down and meets her in the middle for a quick kiss, avoiding morning breath if at all possible. He props himself up against the headboard and pulls Y/N to lounge between his legs, snugly in the circle of his arms. Fish moves to the other end of the bed and lays down in a huff. Fickle creature. Matt drops his head to rest on her shoulder, pressing soft kisses on her skin. They bask in the warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains, which lift with a light breeze. These warm mornings are something they cherish in the hustle and bustle of the regular season.

Y/N relaxes back in Matt, feeling his heartbeat softly. She intertwines their hands, letting out a sigh of contentment. Matt shifts behind her, getting more comfortable.

"Marry me." Matt says softly, abruptly into the stillness of the room.

"What?" Y/N asks incredulously, turning slightly in his arms.

"I said, marry me. Right now. It's not like we haven't talked about it before. I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Why not get married?"  He repeats, more intensely this time.

Y/N scoots forward and out of his arms to properly look at him, "Matt, you are fucking insane. We don't have time right now. We can't plan a wedding that fast, and you have worlds right away."

"No, no, not plan a wedding. Just the two of us."

Oh. Elope. Matt can see the wheels turning in your head, working backwards to create a timeline.

"Oh. So if we do this, are we telling anybody? Will we go back to Mass or do it here?" Y/N asks.

"We could drive over to Duluth, they have a beautiful old courthouse. Then there is no chance anybody who knows us would see us. I kinda like the idea of it being our secret for a while"

Y/N cracks a grin, teasing, "In a black suit and white dress, no less." She pauses for a moment, brows furrowing, "Can we really pull this off?"

"I think we can."

"Well, now you have to actually ask me. Kneel down, the whole bit."

"Are you serious?" Matt groans playfully.

"As a heart attack."

"Fine." He stands up, stretching as he goes. Y/N enjoys the sight of his golden skin in the sunshine. He grabs her hand and pulls her up with him.

"Here goes nothing." He says, going down on one knee. "Y/N, you are the love of my life, I have no speech prepared. I can't imagine a day without you. Y/F/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

"Yes, one hundred times yes." She answers giggling and smiling through tears. Matt breaks out into a broad grin, standing up. He pulls her into a kiss, one of pure love and joy.

Pulling back, Y/N says, "Wait wait wait, are we forgetting something?"

They stand looking at each other, racking their brains for what they could possibly need.

"The rings!" They say in unison.

"Duluth has jewelry stores, we will get you an engagement ring and wedding bands there."

"I'll book a hotel for a few days and scope out stores. Will we come back here or are you meeting somewhere for worlds training?" Y/N says.

"Training doesn't start until next week. What's today, Wednesday? If we can swing it, let's leave late this afternoon. Book the hotel through Saturday."

"Ok. You contact the Justice of the Peace for a marriage license."

-

Plans were made hastily. A few days’ worth of clothes were tossed into suitcases.

“Matt!’ Y/N calls, “what suit do you want?” 

“Black two-piece, please, and a white shirt. And a tie, not the bowtie. You know what, throw both in and I can decide tomorrow.” Matt answers, walking into their bedroom. “What dress did you decide on?”

“I went out over lunch and stopped at the boutique on Larson that I like. I had seen a dress there the last time I went and luckily they still had it.”

“Well, let’s see it, beautiful. Unless you aren’t letting me see it until tomorrow, are you?” Matt teases. 

“You can see it, let me grab my shoes.”

Y/N changes in their closet. Sliding on her heels, she catches her reflection in the mirror. ‘Matt better think I look as good as I think I do’, she thinks to herself. Walking out of the closet, she stops in front of Matt and spins.

The dress is a soft cream satin, ending just above her knees. It has a simple square neckline and fitted waist, the skirt falling in gentle pleats. 

“Oh my…, baby you look stunning.” Matt breathes. 

“Really?” She asks shyly, “my hair isn’t done, and neither is my makeup. Is it too simple?”

“No no no, you look so beautiful, even with a messy bun and no makeup. I’d marry you looking like this if I could.” Matt stands quickly, capturing her around the waist and spinning her around. Y/N grins, throwing her head back and laughing as Matt picks her up and spins her again. 

“Ok, put me down so we can finish packing, and then we are ready to go, I think.” Her dress and Matt’s suit are packed in garment bags, shoes and a curling iron are the last things into the suitcases. After refilling Fish’s feeder and leaving an unnecessary note for their regular pet-sitter, Matt and Y/N are on the road. 

-

“Here we are.” Matt says, stopping in front of the door that will change their lives. “You still good? Your hands are a little sweaty.”

“Yeah, just nervous, you know? Not cold feet, just nervously excited. You still have the rings?” Y/N replies.

Matt feels the heavy weight of the ring box in his jacket pocket, matching the true weight of their decisions. “Yeah, still got ‘em.”

“Good.” Y/N says letting out a breath, steeling her nerves. “Let’s do this.”

-

“...and I now pronounce you husband and wife. Matt, you may kiss your bride.”

Matt is quick to kiss her, leaning her back into a saucy dip. She hold tight to his shoulders, feeling his wedding band press into her ribs. Pulling apart as they stand up, Y/N and Matt wear matching grins, eyes shining with tears.

“Holy shit we’re married!” Y/N shouts with a laugh, still not used to the weight of her wedding rings. The justice smiles at her.

“Hell yeah, we’re married.” Matt echoes her sentiments.

“Come, let’s get the license signed and get you two on your way.” the Justice says to them. They sign the license, taking a copy for themselves. The justice shakes their hands, offering his congratulations and well wishes. The photographer that was provided takes a few more photos before wanting to get some shots outside. 

Finally, they make it back to the hotel, Y/N holding a bottle of champagne. They must be a sight, a giggly couple in wedding attire hanging onto each other like they are already drunk. But not on alcohol, they are drunk on love. Stepping out of the elevator, Matt pulls Y/N by the hand. 

“Come on Mrs. Boldy, let’s pop that bubbly.” Matt says unlocking the door and walking into their room.

“Mrs. Boldy, I like the sound of that, Mr. Boldy.” Y/N says, linking an arm around Matt’s neck to pull him in for a kiss.

[workingforitallthetime]

who do you think is leaving/going pro after this season on the michigan hockey team? hearing the announcers talk about how frank might come back next year because of his injury made me think about the rest of the roster

I'm assuming Adam and Luke are for sure done after this year, but what about Mackie, Dylan, Rutger, Seamus, Gavin, etc.?

They really need to give Naruto the full gig so he can recruit better and this keep can keep being good

good news, anon: chris peters and corey pronman agree that there's "a good chance" adam stays at umich for another year. you can listen to their full convo starting at about 1:12:00 here, but they opined that the major factors influencing this will be what team he's drafted by and how the rest of his season goes.

i am mentally preparing myself for the worst case draft scenario for adam, and am therefore heartened by what i've read about how chicago likes to let their prospects marinate at lower levels longer than some other organizations do. the only bottom feeder i'd be really worried about the 2OA ping pong balls falling for would be columbus, since their prospect system is already stacked so they've got no incentive to hang out being bad for another year, and they've got a yawning void at 1C all ready for adam to step into (one factor that made matty's transition to seattle so successful.)

i also think it's encouraging that adam is getting advice from the same place as matty and owen and luke and quinn, who are all also late birthdays who seem happy to have played a second year of college hockey. also, adam has a track record of making the decisions that make him happy even if they are not a traditional hockey path.

...on the other hand, adam is a better player than matty and owen and luke, and he's having a better freshman season than any of them had. (but on the other other hand, that season is also demonstrating that he's got some maturing to do.) anyway the point is, we have reasons to hope!

otherwise:

luke and erik are gone for sure. i know erik's already communicated that and i think luke has too.

seamus, gavin, and frankie are almost certainly staying. they are all on the smaller side; second-rounders (seamus and, probably, gavin) aren't usually one-and-done anyway; and i assume chicago is going to be patient with frankie.

i would be kind of surprised if eddy or dylan left, since mid- to late-round draft picks usually spend 3-4 years in college. i'd put truss in this category too... even if vancouver's willing to sign him this spring, he seems like the type to go the nick blankenburg path and finish his senior year with the C.

mackie and rutger are the other two who wouldn't surprise me if they left. scouting reports always say that rutger's Big Body (TM) already wouldn't look out of place in an NHL locker room. however, fellow mid-first round power forward matt boldy did two years of college, so i live in hope. mackie's draft status and college performance are probably closer to two-and-done thom and brendan, but i personally headcanon that the two of them left after two years not for hockey reasons but because they refused to do any more homework. going pro might interfere with mackie's napping schedule so maybe he'll stick around a little longer.

to your other point: fuck yes they need to give naur a contract. i got all emotional last night about him jumping up and down with his assistant coaches when they won the game. coaches don't do that! they nod approvingly and walk off the ice! please hire him so he doesn't have to worry that the board of regents is going to kick him off the island if he loses to michigan state!

[minzart]

Dottore(the game design one): why are you looking at me like that?

Y/n: .... what the fuck happened to your teeth? No scratch that. What's with the new look overall??? I liked your pink bowtie :/

Dottore not knowing who the fuck this is and how did they get so close to that specific clone but now it's too late to ask and he's kinda intrigued about their suposed preexisted "dynamic": it's a funeral, it seemed inappropriate not to come more formal in this day doesn't it? :)

Y/n squinting at him: ..... aren't you tired of being calm?

Dottore: what-?

Y/n getting closer: don't you wanna release the unhinged gremilin that lies bellow :)))))

Dottore internaly: don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh-fuck

[Dottore loses his fucking mind in a maniacal grin and laughter BC THE AUDACITY OF THIS PERSON HOLLY FUCK]

Y/n: yeah it's still you then :)

[wildrangers]

Summer Lovin' // Matt Boldy

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: After befriending Trevor during your time away at school, you find yourself taking him up on an invitation to the Hughes Lake House.

Warnings: Cursing, minor miscommunication trope, slut shaming (jokingly aimed at Z, obvi)

Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Finale

“Are you sure we have everything? I feel like we’re missing something” Trevor said as he pawed through his backpack in search of whatever he thought he couldn’t find. You rolled your eyes replying, “If by ‘we’ you mean ‘you’ than yeah, probably.”

He whipped his head to you and threw his hands onto his chest in mock-offense which only made you roll your eyes again. Why had you decided vacationing with Z was a good idea? Sure, it got you closer to Minnesota where you were planning on spending the rest of the summer but still, the man is a mess.

“You can at least pretend to be sympathetic about me constantly losing things” he joked. You scoffed at him replying, “I’ll start feeling bad for you once you start actually trying to keep your shit in order.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Oh, I recognize this house we’re like 5 minutes out! I’m so excited for you to meet everyone, you’re gonna love them. They’re not quite as fun as me but they’ll do” he smiled as the Uber driver made another turn.

You had just finished up your senior year at the University of California’s Fullerton campus which happened to be pretty close to the Duck’s stadium. Since you were a huge hockey fan, you found yourself at their games often enough that Trevor began noticing you at your regular ice-side spot. He had shamelessly flirted with you through the glass despite you attending most of the games with your boyfriend at the time. You’d found his antics endlessly amusing but your ex hadn’t felt similarly so when he happened to come into your work one day, you made a point of mentioning Greg repeatedly in your brief conversation.

“Well, I just moved out here so I can always use more friends. Here’s my number, platonically given to you, okay?” he’d smiled at you. You’d taken it reluctantly, not wanting to piss off Greg, but when you texted him your own number, he was true to his word—he never flirted with you again, either through texts or at the games. In fact, the close friendship you developed with Z had only made your ex’s insecurities and jealousy more obvious and frustrating. You managed to last a few more months together but broke up just before the fall semester. Trevor and Jamie had actually gone so far as throwing you a celebratory party when you told them once they were back for pre-season training.

“Here we are!” Z announced, pulling you from your thoughts. You took in the large house in front of you and felt some butterflies in your stomach. You’d gone out with Jack and Trevor when their teams were playing one another but you hadn’t met anyone else who’d be there. You were naturally an outgoing person but since you’d be here for the entirety of June, you were eager to make a good first impression and fall into a rhythm with the guys and their girls.

As you made your way up the stairs, Z gave you a refresher on who would be there. “Okay, so you know Jack who also has his girlfriend Sienna visiting. His brothers Luke and Quinn are here, plus Luke’s girl Hannah. Oh, and Boldy should be here by now too” he said, ringing the doorbell.

Your brows furrow in confusion, “Boldy?” you questioned but the front door opened before Trevor could say anything else.

“Jack!!” he shouted as he pulled Jack in for an embrace. You rubbed the ear closest to him and glared at the back of his head—did he always have to be so fucking loud?

“Hey man! Y/N, how was your trip?” Jack asked, giving you a brief hug. “Oh, come on, you played with Z long enough to know that he is quite possibly the worst travel companion to have” you replied, making him laugh and Trevor shove your shoulder playfully. “Seriously though, it was fine. Thanks again for letting me tag along.”

Jack waved off your thanks, grabbing your suitcase for you as he led you into the house. You were quickly introduced to everyone minus Quinn and Matt who were up in their rooms unpacking. Luke and Hannah were clearly still pretty fresh in their relationship and they kept to themselves for the most part. Sienna was chatty and you two clicked pretty quickly, especially once she found out you liked to tease the boys as much as she did. Once it got close to 6, you excused yourself to go unpack before dinner was ready for 7.

Trevor joined you as you made your way upstairs. You were rooming together but both had your own twin size beds. After everything was put away, you grabbed a sundress to change into for the party after dinner. Apparently, the Hughes brothers were pretty well-known around here so they always threw a huge rager to mark the start of the summer season. After freshening up your makeup, you emerged from the bathroom only to collide with a tall redhead boy.

“Shit, I’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked, catching your elbows so you didn’t lose your balance.

“Yeah, totally, no worries” you smiled at him. “I’m Y/N.”

“Matt, you came with Z, right?” he questioned and you nodded your confirmation. Before you could reply, you heard a sharp whistle from behind you causing you to roll your eyes. You soon felt the weight of Trevor’s arm around your shoulder as he said, “Well you clean up nice, Y/L/N, don’t you think Boldy?”

Matt’s face flushed slightly as he nodded his agreement. “Thanks, Z, whistling at women is always a great form of flattery” you said sarcastically, as another boy emerged from behind Matt.

“Huggy!” Trevor called, leaving your side to embrace the guy who you’d find out was Quinn. As the two caught up, all four of you made your way downstairs for dinner. You ended up in a seat between Sienna and Trevor and you quickly found yourself lost in conversation as the meal went on.

‘How in the hell did Z land someone like Y/N?’ Matt found himself thinking. You were beautiful, of course, but he quickly discovered over dinner that you were also hilarious and brilliant, having just graduated with honors the month before.

“Are you guys planning on trying long distance once the season starts?” Quinn questioned. Matt watched your brows furrow in confusion just as Trevor let out a loud laugh. “Oh gosh, that ship sailed well over a year ago, Y/N and I are just buds” Trevor explained once he’d calmed down. Matt felt his heartbeat pick up at this development; he’d assumed by your coziness and banter you were dating.

“I was wondering how you could possibly stoop to dating someone as annoying as Z, Y/N” Luke chirped causing everyone to laugh. “Oh, trust me, it wasn��t for lack of trying on his part” you teased, causing Matt to smirk as Trevor rushed to defend himself. Luke and Hannah offered to clean up dinner so everyone else made their way out to the deck to begin setting up for the party.

As Matt finished helping Quinn with the keg, he turned to find you struggling to hang up the last part of the fairy lights. He quickly made his way over, reaching above your head to secure the lights easily. You beamed up at him as he pulled away, “Thanks, you’re a life saver. I really don’t know how I got this job when I’m the shortest person out here” you joked making him laugh.

Silence quickly followed as Matt tried to think of something to keep the conversation going. But your smile directed right at him had left him a little dazed. “Jack’s not the best at delegating tasks” he managed to come up with which made that smile return to your face. He was mesmerized at how the setting sun lit up your eyes. You opened your mouth to reply but you both turned as Sienna called you over. As you made your way to her, Matt sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. He was always the quietest of this group and that was made worse by his attraction to you.

“Uh oh” he heard from behind him before a hand clapped his shoulder. “Tongue tied, are you?” Trevor teased, causing Matt to smack his hand away which only amused Trevor more. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m a real charmer” Matt mumbled rubbing his temples.

“You gotta chill man, Y/N, is super nice. And luckily for you, extremely single” he said. “Her last boyfriend was a real douchebag, that’s for sure” he mumbled mostly to himself.

“Was she with him when you met her?” Matt asked and Trevor nodded. “Yeah, but that’s her story to tell not mine. Let’s grab a drink, yeah?”

The party was now in full swing and you had settled on a lounge chair on the outskirts of the gathering. You were always more of a people-watcher at big events, given you were more comfortable in small groups versus a huge crowd. Luke and Hannah were dancing together while Trevor chatted up a girl nearby. A group including Quinn, Jack, and Sienna had decided on a late-night swim which had thinned the crowd slightly.

You tilted your head back to look at the stars as you hummed along to the music blasting from the speaker system. You heard someone clear their throat next to you and you turned to see Matt standing next to the chair beside yours, “Mind if I join you?” he asked and you shook your head no, motioning for him to take a seat.

“Enjoying the party?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer and you shrugged. “I’m enjoying people watching more than partaking honestly” you admitted.

“That’s surprising, you were chatty at dinner” Matt pointed out. “If I knew more people I might be dancing or playing beer pong but especially after travelling all day, I just don’t have it in me” you explained and he nodded.

A comfortable silence descended as you both nursed your drinks. You found your gaze drifting over to Z again only to find him making out with the girl he’d been chatting up all night causing you to groan. “I feel like I’m going to end up stuck on the couch” you told Matt who looked at you confused. You nodded towards the pair and he sighed in understanding.

“Yeah, I get why they paired you up since you’re his guest but he’s going to be inviting people to spend the night all summer” Matt said. “I was worried you’d say something like that” you sighed.

“You could crash in my bed if you want” he offered. “I think there’s an air mattress in my closet so I could just pull that out.”

“No, I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed. The couch will be fine” you said, though you were tempted by the offer. “Well let’s see what happens but if he takes over the room, just come see me and we’ll figure it out, okay?” You nodded, turning your head to really take him in. He was cute and different from the other hockey guys you’d met through Z over the last year or so. “Thanks, I really appreciate that. How did you get stuck with these idiots? You’re totally normal” you said, making him laugh.

“We’ve all played together for years but I’ve always been a bit quieter than the others. They tend to really take up the room, you know?” he said self-deprecatingly. “Of course, I know what you mean, I’m with Z all the time” you rolled your eyes. “There is nothing that boy likes more than hearing himself talk.”

Matt chuckled and nodded his agreement. “Where are you playing now?” you asked. “Minnesota” he replied, which surprised you. You tended to keep up with the Wild, given they were your hometown team, but this last semester had really kicked your ass.

“No shit, really?” you sat up to face him fully. “Yeah, why?” he questioned.

“After I leave here, I’m heading home to Minneapolis. When did you come up from the AHL?” you questioned. The two of you began an easy conversation about hockey, Minneapolis, and how he was adjusting to the city and all its hockey-crazed madness.

“I don’t even have a place yet honestly” he said shaking his head. “I was just crashing with other guys or at the hotel, there was no time by the time I was called up to look at apartments.”

“I could help you once you’re back if you want” you offered. He looked surprised at your offer and you felt your face flush—maybe you were being too forward or reading into this situation too much.

“I’d really appreciate that; I feel like I barely got to explore the city at all” he continued.

“Seriously, I’d love to, I need an in to get good seat next season” you joked.

“Nah, you’re not fooling me with that” he smiled at you. “I think you just want to spend more time together.” For once, you were at a loss for words as you two maintained eye contact. You felt yourself leaning forward just as a crash sounded from across the way, causing you two to jump apart.

You shook your head at yourself; you barely knew this guy, it was the first night here, and you had way too much to drink if you were already trying to hook up with him. “I think that’s my cue to head up to bed before Trevor stumbles up in a few hours” you said standing up. Matt nodded, hiding his disappointment before mentally kicking himself for being bummed—he was probably reading into things anyway.

“My offer stands, okay?” Matt said and you nodded before waving and heading inside.

Matt stayed on the lounge chair, replaying your conversation. He was interrupted by someone plopping down next to him and he turned to see Quinn, still soaking wet from his swim.

“Why are you moping over here by yourself?” he questioned, wrapping his towel around him tighter.

“I’m not moping, just thinking” Matt said, a hint of annoyance in his tone. “Okay, sure—then what are you thinking about?” Quinn pushed.

“Y/N” he said and instantly regretted it as Quinn went “Oooooh does someone have a crush?” Matt rolled his eyes and smacked Quinn’ shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, we’re not in middle school. I just thought something almost happened earlier but I think I’m making shit up honestly.”

“Nah, you’re a catch Bolds” Quinn grinned at him. “But right now, you’re mostly a downer so I’m going to go grab another drink. Want one?” Matt shook his head and Quinn wondered away. He downed the last of his beer before getting up and heading into the house. As he settled into his bed, he found his thoughts turning to you as he drifted off to sleep.

He was woken up to someone shaking his shoulder. He looked around in confusion; it was still pitch-black outside but someone had turned on the lamp on his nightstand. His eyes found yours and they scrunched up in confusion, “Y/N?”

“I’m so sorry, Z had the fucking nerve to wake me up and kick me out of the room” you fumed quietly. Anger rolled off of you and he glanced at the clock. “That asshole woke you up at 3AM?” he questioned and you nodded glumly.

Matt sighed, sitting up in bed, “Okay, let’s get the air mattress down so you can get back to bed” he said. “Um yeah, so that’s the thing actually” you said, “I pulled it down to try to do it on my own so I didn’t have to bother you and there’s a huge hole in the side. Do you know where another one might be?”

Matt shook his head, “I’m sure there’s more but I don’t want to make a ton of noise looking for one this late. Here, you take the bed and I’ll go down on the couch” he said, throwing the covers back to get up.

“Soooo the couch is actually full” you mumbled, blushing. He hadn’t noticed until now how fidgety you were. As his tired brain tried to catch up with this new development, he realized why you were antsy.

“Shit, alright, um, I’ll just sleep on the floor then, it’s fine” he offered, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by offering to just share the Queen-sized bed.

“No, no way” you argued, throwing the covers back over him, causing him to chuckle. “I was actually, um, wondering if maybe I could just crash in the bed with you? If that’s too forward or weird then I’ll just grab some extra blankets and a pillow and sleep on the living room floor but I figured I’d ask. But, now that it’s actually coming out of my mouth, I realize this was a dumb idea, so I’ll just—”

“Hey, slow down, yeah?” he cut you off, gently grabbing your wrist to keep you from leaving like you were about to. “It’s a big bed, I’m cool if you’re cool. We could put a pillow between us or something if that would make you feel better.”

“Are you sure?” you bit your bottom lip nervously. He nodded smiling at how sleepy and cute you looked thinking over his offer. “Positive, come on.” He said moving over to make room for you. As you pulled back the covers on your side, he leaned over to grab the extra pillow he’d tossed on the floor next to him and placed it between your bodies.

“Thank you, Matty, seriously” you mumbled as you curled up beside him with your back to him. He settled down beside you, turning his back to yours before replying, “It’s no problem, Y/N. Sleep well.”

The next morning, you woke up with your head on someone’s chest. You blinked in confusion, retracing what had happened the night before. As the events of the prior evening returned to your tired mind, you realized that at some point in the night you must have moved the pillow out of the way and curled up with Matt. To your surprise and delight, he had wrapped his arms around you, one hand resting on your waist and the other tangled in your hair.

As you debated how to untangle yourself without waking him, the door to his room flew open. “Matty! You’re late for, oh shit sorry, sorry!” you heard what you thought was Quinn’s voice say before the door quickly closed again. Matt’s hands quickly removed themselves from your body and you pulled away far enough to look into his eyes.

“I swear I have no recollection of how we ended up like that” he said eyes wide, face flushed, clearly worried he had accidentally made you uncomfortable.

“I don’t either but I don’t mind” you said not moving any farther away. His blue eyes were surrounded by dark circles making them somehow brighter. His red hair was tousled and his voice was deeper than it was the night before, still gruff from just waking up.

“Me neither, now that you mention it” he said quietly, holding your gaze. His eyes drifted down to your mouth and you ran your hands through his hair, your palm resting on his cheek. You leaned towards one another as your lips connected in a soft, tender kiss. You felt his hand return to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You lost yourself in the feel of his lips on your own, only coming back to the present moment when you heard a commotion outside the door. You pulled away as you caught what was clearly Z’s voice saying, “No fucking way!” before the door once again flew open. You turned to your friend in the doorway and glared at him with everything you had.

“Yes, fucking way because you kicked me out of our room at 3AM you fucking slut!” you shrieked at him, throwing back the covers and racing towards him. Before he could process what you had said, you smacked him upside the head.

“Hey!” he shouted in protest. “Hey yourself! The whole house was full and Matt was nice enough to let me crash here so don’t make this fucking weird, okay?!”

He threw up his hands, “Alright, alright sorry! Jeez, I’m gonna go get your coffee started, you clearly need it” he said but not before flashing a quick thumbs up at Matt. You got another good smack onto his side before he darted out the door and shut it behind him. Your head fell into your hands and you massaged your temples.

“This is going to be a whole thing, isn’t it?” you mumbled.

“Yeah, afraid so” Matt said, fighting back a grin. “It was worth it though just to see you smack the shit out of Z.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm thinking of making this a two or three parter so let me know if you'd like me to continue with this pairing :) Also, thanks for all of the love on Warrior, I plan on doing a second part once we're past Game 4/5 of the series

[bordeleaubeau]

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mattboldy: happy mothers day to the love of my life. i simply cannot imagine my life without you, and i don't think i can thank you enough for the life you have blessed me with. i manage to fall more and more in love with you every day watching you with finn, from the moment you started to show to this morning when you were singing in the kitchen with him on your hip. i don't know how i got so lucky with this life, but you blow my mind every time. i love you y/n m/n boldy, for now and until forever.

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youruser: i love you baby, thank you for everything:)

jackhughes: happy mother's day y/n ❤️ ↳ youruser: thank you jack:) you're due for a visit soon, by the way.

slknight35: happy mother's day y/n!!

trevorzegras: it's almost like just yesterday you were seventeen and freaking the fuck out ❤️ay s ↳ youruser: LMAO love u z. you're not wrong ↳ mattboldy: don't regret a single thing though ↳ trevorzegras: uncle z is making a minny trip soon with gifts for finny boy

kevinfiala22: happy mother's day y/n/n! bolds is so lucky to have you and your beautiful family. no one does it quite like you guys do ↳ youruser: love you kev!! finny says hi to his favorite uncle:) ↳ trevorzegras: Y/N SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW ↳ trevorzegras: fudge* sorry forgot this is a pg instagram account ↳ youruser: you haven't seen finn in almost a year:( ↳ jackhughes: i think part of my soul just died. ↳ kevinfiala22: what did i just start

happy mothers day<3

[drakenology]

Operation Deku Day- Izuku Midoriya

author’s note: hiiii! so today’s inspiration is drunk sex. anyone who’s ever had drunk sex before knows that shit hit different. Something about it is soo nasty and hot ugh I’m a sucker. I firmly believe that izuku is an insatiable sex god don’t let that innocent sweetness fool you so he was the perfect candidate for my idea. please enjoy! all characters are aged up 18 +

warnings: cussing, smut!, alcohol use, breeding kink? and sex under the influence. also light degradation

summary: For Izuku’s 21st birthday you and the girls decide to throw him a surprise birthday party. As the night progressed, you and Izuku got real drunk and couldn’t keep your hands off each other... in more ways than one. 

word count: 2.4k

You spent all week preparing for this surprise party for Izuku. It was his birthday and you really wanted him to feel special and appreciated for being a great friend and loving boyfriend. You were pretty good at pretending that all the things you snuck home were just “things for the apartment” instead of decorations and all his favorite foods for the party. Bakugo being Izuku’s childhood friend couldn’t pass up on helping you and everyone from your graduating class of 1-A prep for the party, keeping everything hidden from Izuku. 

“MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS DEKU!” He’d yell at him if the green haired pro hero asked one too many questions. Today was finally the day to set up the party. You just had to keep everything hidden for a little while longer. You woke Izuku up with kisses and a plate of his favorite breakfast. He’d always loved pancakes but for whatever reason, he loved your waffles. Izuku could eat them for dinner if you’d let him. He smiled and ate his food, gushing about how he’s finally 21. 

“I can drink with you now, Y/N.” He said with a mouthful of waffles. You grinned and kissed him on the cheek as he ate. “So, what are we doing today?” He asked. Even though today was his birthday, the hero still had to work. 

“Oh.. uhm.. well.” You struggle to tell Midoriya that you had “nothing planned” knowing that he’d be hurt by that. 

“Maybe we could just go out to the bar and have a few drinks?” You lie, wincing at the upcoming disappointment in his voice. He nodded with a weak smile, trying not to seem too disappointed at the lazy plans. But he was grateful anyways and kind of excited to see the bar scene. After eating his birthday breakfast, he stood up from the bed and got ready for the day. While he was in the bathroom you text the mass group chat with the entire class in it named “Operation Deku Day!” Mina had already been messaging you all throughout the morning reminding everyone that the party starts at 9 pm; right when Izuku is expected to be home. 

“So what kind of cake does he like? I’m at the bakery right now.” Todoroki texts followed by an image of the options of cake the menu had. 

“Get him chocolate.” You text, giggling at the plan all coming together nicely. You wait for a response while looking at all the gifs and memes everyone’s sending sharing the same excitement for the party.

“Cool. I’ll have them decorate it and drop it off at your place, Y/N. Just let me know when Midoriya leaves.” Shoto texts back, you responding with an Ok and answering any questions about the party from the others. 

“Your phone’s going off a lot today, Y/N. Who are you talking to?” Izuku asks, his hips adorning a towel as he just got out of the shower. You look his wet body up and down, almost forgetting to respond to the question before he gets too curious.

“OH! Uh, It’s just the girls. Yaoyorozu wished you a happy birthday.” You laugh nervously, clearly awful at keeping secrets. Izuku just smiles and tells you to tell her he said thank you and got dressed in his hero costume. 

“Well, I’m off. I love you Y/N. I’ll see you later tonight.” Izuku says giving you a small peck on the lips as he leaves your shared apartment. You wave goodbye as he shuts the door and jumped up from your bed, texting the group chat

 “THE EAGLE HAS LEFT THE NEST. OPERATION DEKU DAY IS AGO.” 

Momo, Mina and Uraraka spend all day decorating the house and setting the ambiance for the party. Todoroki brought the cake and put it in the fridge and starting making a small ice sculpture in the shape of All Might for the spiked punch he made (He was known for making a good cocktail). Kyoka made a playlist for the party, she was the DJ afterall. She tweaked the stereo so the sound system would be JUMPIN and laughed maniacally as she knew she was gonna rock the fucking house down. Katsuki insisted on cooking since “You can’t cook half as good as he can.” Or at least that’s what Katsuki said. He handed a hot dish of buffalo chicken dip (my favorite) to Mineta, who insisted on helping with... idk something.

“It’s hot on the bottom, idiot. If you drop my dip I’m gonna drop my fucking fist down your throat.” Bakugo shouts, making Mineta nervous as he walks carefully with the dish. Sero and Yaoyorozu were putting the finishing touches on the decorations as you check the clock on your phone. Shit. It was 8:59. You see a text you received from Izuku 30 minutes ago saying he was on his way home and another from just now saying he’s coming upstairs. You squeal and start panicking. He was probably already on your floor. 

“Everybody ready? Izuku’s home!” You yell over everyone’s excited chatter. Everyone replied in a harmonious yes and took their places. You run towards the door and adjust your strapless dress, turning off the lights. You stand behind the houseplant by the door and almost squeal in excitement as you hear the door click unlocked. 

“Y/N?” You hear Izuku say nervously as he turned on the lights. He gasps as everyone jumps out from their hiding places and yell 

“SURPISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU!” 

He smiles brightly and grabs you, giving you the biggest hug while lifting you off your feet. 

“Wow, thanks everyone!” He says excitedly, looking around the room to see all his friends. He became a little emotional knowing that you all went through the trouble of planning a surprise birthday party for him. You wipe his tears and give him a big fat kiss, earning an excited spin from him. 

“We love you Izuku. Now, let’s enjoy your party!” You said as you let him to the delicious spread of food to start Izuku off. Kyoko started the music and danced along to the beat to get everyone to join in on the fun. Mina pulled Uraraka towards the living to dance with her as she waved Asui over to join in. Shoto manned the punch bowl, serving everyone with a half smile hoping they like his punch. Midoriya walks over to grab a plate of food from Katsuki.

“Yo, Ka-Chan!” He yelled over the music. Bakugo smirks and gives the birthday boy his plate. They chat over the food and laugh together as they have a good time in each other’s company. Katsuki seemed to cease the usual teasing, just for this one special night. You giggle and run over to the dancefloor with your cup of punch in toe. You drink and dance at the same time, spilling a little bit of punch as it ran down your chin. Mina laughs and takes your hands dancing along to the beat with you. The night was young and the party was a success. You were just glad Midoriya seemed to be having a great time. 

Drink after drink you feel yourself get extremely tipsy, stumbling around with a drunk Mina and Asui. Uraraka had passed out on the couch from all the drinking and dancing. Even Momo was drunk, creating a phone to drunkenly call in some pizza since there was no more of the food Katsuki made. It was 1 am and everyone was still partying like there was no tomorrow. Including Midoriya. You had never seen this shy boy act so boldy and confidently. It was kind of a turn on. He was in a chug contest with Bakugo, seeing who out of them both could drink the most drinks the fastest. Ida, Shoto, Kirishima and Kaminari crowded around the two chanting chug chug chug as they both drank themselves into a drunken stupor. Izuku finished first, erupting into a loud and boisterous burp. Bakugo grunts and raises Izuku’s arm in the air claiming him the victor. When the hell did Katsuki EVER admit to defeat?

“ *hic* IZUKU’S THE FUCKING CHAMPION! *hic* And he’s one of my best fucking friends! I- I love you bro.” Katsuki says, slurring his speech and stuttering over his words. Midoriya winks at you, who was watching the whole thing go down from across the room. 

“L-Love you too, Kaaaachan.” Izuku slurred, stumbling over to you to give you a kiss. He wanted to celebrate his victory the right way; with a kiss from his girlfriend who was looking sexier than usual tonight. Midoriya approached you, smelling like beer and sweat as he pulled you close to him. Without warning he crashed his lips into yours, turning a sweet kiss into an intense and passionate make out session in front of the whole party. Something definitely took over in Midoriya. He was more aggressive with you than usual. You hear encouraging whoos and a jealous aww from Mineta who wished he was the one kissing you. Izuku waved him away as if he was shooing a fly and lifted you up, carrying you away from the party and into your bedroom. He shut the door with a slam, you squealing with excitement as he heatened the kiss. Izuku’s hands were all over you, groping your ass, squeezing your boobs and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. He was a beast, hungry for his well deserved prize. 

“Do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” Izuku asked, pulling away from the sloppy kiss as he throws you on the bed. You can’t even answer as you stare at him dumbly, still shocked at your normally sweet and gentle boyfriend turn into a lust stricken beast. He hovers over you on the bed, drinking in your body in that tight little dress you wore. Izuku feels himself stiffen at the sight of you, pulling your panties down under your dress. 

“’M gonna leave this dress on. You look so good right now, ya know that? Your tits are popping out of this little thing” Midoriya hisses, taking his calloused hand and rubbing tight circles on your already sensitive bud. You moan at his dirty words, intoxicated on his touch as you grab a pillow and cover your face with it. Izuku snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room, eager to hear your moans no matter who else was around to hear them. 

“Let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” He said, easing two fingers inside you wet walls. You moan like a pornstar, grabbing onto Midoriya’s arm for dear life as he fingered you with a steady pace. Izuku’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you make those faces he loved to see pull on your features as he pulled your breasts out of your dress suckling on your swollen nipple. You pant, gasping at the euphoric feeling as the pit of your stomach tightened, threatening to snap as you approach a fast climax. Izuku noticed you body language automatically able to tell you’re about to cum. He quickened his pace as he watched you arch your back as you came undone before him. 

“Good girl.” Izuku coos as he takes his hand and sucked his sweet juices off his fingers. You flutter your eyes open as Izuku pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, his impressive length springing out as you lick your lips at the sight. You wanted him in your mouth so you grab his dick and stroke it with a tight grip earning an eager moan from Midoriya as he grabbed your hair. 

“N-No. As much as I want you to, I have to be inside you.” He stutters, pulling your dress up over your hips. He kissed you sloppily, slipping some tongue in as you moan into the kiss. He motioned for you to bend over and you do so with excitement, wiggling your ass to tease him as he smacked it with fervor. 

“You ready for me?” Izuku asked tapping his dick against you as you nod and back yourself onto him, feeling his dick slide inside you with ease. You both moan at the feeling as Midoriya grabs your hips and thrusts harshly inside you, holding nothing back as he pulled your hair and smacked your ass. The muffled sounds of the music along with the sinful noises coating the walls of your room were all you could hear as you feel his hand reach forward to rub your clit as he brushed up against your g-spot repeatedly. You scream, trying to keep up with his swift and hard strokes as you throw your ass back on him, gripping the sheets for dear life. You’re sure everyone can hear your loud moans over all the music as you approach a second climax. 

“I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with my cum, baby. You want me to fill you up don’t you, you filthy whore?” Izuku said, earning a frantic yes from you as you whine for him. You’re shocked at his words but more so turned on by them as you clench around him, cumming for him a second time. Izuku hissed as he rode out your orgasm, chasing his own. Soon enough, he’s coating your insides with his hot seed, grunting and moaning as he ruts into you a few more times. You whine at the loss of his dick as he pulled out of you. Izuku watched as his thick sperm dripped out of you, satisfied with the job for now. He grabbed a towel and cleaned you off sloppily, still heavily intoxicated. You giggled and grabbed your underwear and slipped them back on to rejoin the party. Izuku and you were both a visual mess. It looked as if you both just had sex, your hair was an absolute wreck, your dress was disheveled and you were missing a shoe. Izuku was just as bad, sweat glistening on his forehead and he had this big cheesy grin plastered on his face. You hoped you were both inconspicuous enough for you both to just rejoin the party as if nothing happened in your bedroom. But Mina took one look at you two and erupted into laughter. 

“You two just had sex didn’t you?!” 

[madewithmelanin]

TBZ REACTION TO YOU INNOCENTLY SEDUCING THEM (Two Of Three)

Thanks again to Paris Simone on TikTok for these scenarios!

Juyeon:

"MOVE TRACER, I SWEAR TO GOD-"

Was all you heard after you had closed the front door and slipped out of your shoes.

"Motherfucker! I just told you to get the fuck out of the way!"

He kept on complaining as you laughed lowly, standing in the living room doorway.

You secretly liked seeing him act all tough and aggressive like this.

You walked into the living room and plopped on the couch beside him.

You loved observing his gaming face as he beat enemy after enemy.

"You okay, babe?"

You looked at him as he repeatedly smashed his buttons in order to win.

"Yeah I'm fine it's just hard to win when we have such BITCHES on our team."

He complains, tossing his controller down as the defeat screen is shown.

"Hey hey, easy tiger, that was $60!" You try to calm him down, hugging around his neck.

He turns to you and rolls his eyes, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

"I swear to god I would've broken it if it wasn't a gift from you."

He says, unscrewing the cap on his water bottle and chugging about half of it down.

"Well~ would you really?" You ask, pecking his ear cutely.

He nods, shuffling his fingers through his hair.

"But would you?" You taunted, making him a bit irritated.

"I would." He answers, finishing the same water bottle.

"But would you REALLY?" You ask once more, biting your lip at the sound of his sigh.

"You know what I would so do right now, Y/N?"

He asks, turning to look at you as you get a little worked up.

"No I don't, why don't you...come show me?" You ask boldy.

Silence fills the room as he stands up.

"Room, now."

He commands, tongue in-cheek.

"Make me." You revolt, slowly spreading your legs as another one of your classic taunts.

You hear the very familiar clink of his belt buckle and know you're in for a long and hellish night.

Chanhee:

While walking home one day it had started to rain down on you two.

Soft splatters at first but then the wind started to blow which meant that a few strands of your hair had gotten stuck to your lip gloss.

Chanhee was always the nice type, the caring type if you will.

You had never had any problem with asking him as a friend with help with anything at all.

Until today.

You and him were running home from all the rain.

When you two met at the bus stop, he had a slight smirk on his face as he removed his jacket and plopped it over your shoulders.

"You good?" He asked and you nodded, pressing your back against the bus stop screening.

"Yeah...I'm...f-fine!" You gasped out, trying hard to catch your breath.

"Well that's good cause I have a dare."

He laughs, noticing you wringing all the water from your hair.

"What is it?" You ask with a bit of enthusiasm in your tone.

"I dare you to run all the way over to that stop sign, no jacket."

He bites his thumb in anticipation and excitement.

You scoff at him and plainly say.

"Chanhee, I'm black."

You laugh at your comment as he does the same.

"I know that! I just wanna see if you can do it!" He urges you.

"Come on Y/N, just do it one time, and I'll never ask again!" He begs, nearly whining.

You toss him his jacket and stand just out of the rain.

"You want me to go ALL the way over there?"

He nods, just wanting to see you happy to take his dares again.

Without any words, you look both ways and dash across the street, stopping under the light at the stop sign.

"Did it!" You call out from your goal.

He laughs, jumping up and down.

"I need your help with something though!" You wave over to him as he carefully crosses the road as well.

"What's the matter?" He wonders with a worried expression.

"My necklaces got tangled." You admit with a low chuckle.

He bends down to help you fix your necklaces.

"Just like RIGHT here is where they're mostly tangled." You point, havi g your necklaces clink against your chest.

He focuses on untangling them jut can't help but notice how beautifully shiny and oiled your cleavage looks while covered in rain.

He licks his lips at the sight, briefly getting lost in his own thoughts.

"Is it fixed?" You ask, seeing him step back and cover his lap with his jacket.

He couldn't answer, all he did was blush with his lips tucked.

You looked down and then covered up, face warm and wanting to forget about the whole situation.

Kevin:

"I love what you've done with the place."

He jokes, settling himself down in your beanbag chair.

"Oh hush, I mean I DID kick the dirty clothes pile to sit under the window."

You laugh, tossing on your favorite purple hoodie on and dusting it off.

"So, did you figure out what you wanna eat, yet?"

You ask, fixing your hair and buttoning your shorts on.

"No, not yet." He says, scolling on his phone screen

"It's raining, remember?"

You nod, remembering you two had scheduled to go out after all the rain fell.

His phone brings a familiar notification sound to your attention.

"Oh! That'd be Mama Moon." He laughs, tapping the text above on his screen.

You him along as he texts his mom and finally speak up after a while.

"I was thinking something quick and easy, maybe Quickies?"

He nods, agreeing with your idea.

"I'll take a Quickie any day."

He jokes as you sigh attaching a cute chuckle to the end of it.

"Same here." You laugh, noticing a stain on your hoodie.

"Damn, I thought I cleaned this one..." You mumble lowly to yourself.

"Hey babe?" Kevin pipes up from across the room.

"Mhm?" You answer, trying your hardest to scrub the spot away with a makeup wipe.

"I was hoping we could drop by a few places and pick up some stuff for my mom while we're out?"

You nod and keep scrubbing until you get annoying and decide to finally take it off.

"Yeah that's fine, Babe." You respond, walking over to the opposite side of the room to grab a new hoodie.

Kevin's eyes flicker in amusement, thinking your coming over to show him your new bra.

His eyes focus on your figure as he loses focus in texting his mom back.

You reach over his shoulder and grab a hoodie that's draped over his lumpy bean bag seat.

"What's the matter?" You ask after slipping your head through the hoodie and puffing your hair back out and into shape.

"I- You- We-" He stutters cutely at your previously nearly bare state.

"You found where you wanna eat?" You ask, putting on your bracelets while turned to the mirror.

"Yeah...I actually...did.." He smirks, slowly following behind you.

As you turn around, he tells you with full honesty.

"I really don't feel that hungry for FOOD anymore." He chuckles and your minds meld to become one.

Maybe staying inside for a bit WASN'T such a bad idea?

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[yunhostinyuyu]

sucker

pairing: skaterboy!jungwoo x skatergirl!reader

gerne: college au, angst, fluff, friends to lovers

wc: 1.2k

synopsis: jungwoo was really thrown off by a certain someone who swept him off his feet completely without her even trying. turns out not only he was a sucker for her...

warings: swearing, mentions of drugs, low self esteem, themes of depression, slight mention of suicide

a/n: i wrote this while being really emotional and i can’t bring myself to re-read it. hope you still enjoy <3

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He was truly an eye candy: hair dyed in a dark brown and shining under the city lights. His eyebrows looked effortless and his skin was pure perfection. And the highlight of his perfectly accentuated face were his eyes, deep like and ocean and endless like the galaxy. But even if his looks helped him to turn heads of countless girls, you weren’t one of them. The reason being: Jungwoo was your friend. Period.

Kim Jungwoo was your resident bad boy: smoking weed, taking and dealing all sorts of drugs and fucking any girl that took enough interest to take part in his secret, rough fantasies - yet most of them were blinded purely by his looks. He wasn’t made for relationships and everyone knew that. You on the other hand, were just fucked up in general. Your parents are addicts and you rarely stayed at home. For you, your circle of friends was your only shelter, to escape your demons and the dark voices in your head, repeatedly telling you how worthless you are. It was only a few weeks left until you turned eighteen, so you could finally leave and try to live a normal life.

Even if you were so different, you both shared the same group of friends and spent a lot of time together, both in and out of class. But most of the times, you would just grab your skateboards after classes ended and clear your heads off the stress - like you were doing right now. Your mind being full of assignments and family troubles as always, but not for Jungwoo. His head was full of one girl who he kept getting the butterflies around everytime he saw her. And that person was you. You had a tough outter shell and nobody dared to find out what kind of person you truly were behind your facade you kept on. Quite frankly, feeling as if there is no single person on this planet that’s fucked up to actually get to know you, or even fall in love with you. Labeling yourself as someone not capable of being loved or even cared about. Future seemed dim and there was not much keeping you going other than your escape from reality with your friends.

“Do you have any cigs left?” You asked him breathily after you caught up to him about fifteen minutes of riding your boards on the sidewalk. He shoot you a quick look, a few drops of sweat damping the hair that sat on top of his forehead. “Maybe you shouldn’t smoke in the middle of the city. You’re not eighteen yet. Let’s go somewhere else.” He spoke, turning and continuing to push himself further on his board that his carrying him over the middle of the street. Yelling at him to slow down, you lost your temper a little, giving your all not to lose track of your older friend who had a certain spot in his head he wanted to take you to. Not to do anything remotely sexual - he felt that something was bothering you, and he took it apon himself to figure you out, and in addition to that his own feelings.

“You fucking idiot, I almost broke my board because of you maniac! We are not on the run!” You shouted at him as he took his skateboard until his arm, unaffected by your ourburst. “Let’s go up there.” He announced as he entered the abandoned building. You knew the spot, since it used to belong to the father of one of your friends and it was a spot were Jungwoo and the others met up to get high. You were confused why he would want to take you there, but following along quietly and not questioning him.

Speeding up the emergency stairs until you reached the rooftop, climbing onto it with his help from above and pulling you up to be seated beside him right at the edge. After that, he held his hand out toward you, offering a cigarette to you. “It’s about fucking time.” You huff, taking the stick out of his palm and taking it in between your lips. Fishing a lighter out of the pocket of your ripped jeans and finally inhaling the smoke into your lungs after desiring it for quite some time. Jungwoo decided not to comment, and a dull silence spread out between the two teenagers.

Staying like this for at least fifteen minutes, after you calmed down and lost yourself in the sunset and the thoughts that started to consume you once again. Only then the older one decided to start talking:

“I sometimes wonder why you don’t just run away from here.” He said, not daring to catch your stare as he started this conversation. You just laugh to yourself, shaking your head: “That’s to no use. Nobody would want me. And even if I was to go away, there is no place for someone like me.” He raised his eyebrows, “Someone like you?” asking without thinking about it. Blinking away the tears that were threatening to shed after numerous memories resurfaced before your inner eyes, you whispered in hopes that your voice would not betray you: “Yes, someone like me. Unlovable and broken.”

His heart felt as if it got torn out of his chest as he saw that you think of yourself so lowly, but you continued talking is a rush, “Nobody on this godforsaken planet would even be remotely interested in me. And I get it, I am messed up. I think, whatever is wrong with me, makes it hard for anyone to deal with me. I’m surprised that the gang actually doesn’t see me this way, but I do. I hate myself so much and I sometimes wish for all this bullshit to stop and to never-“

Jungwoo was fast to grab you, as you unconsciously leaned forward, your head getting dizzy quickly after realizing you almost left yourself slip of that roof. His hands holding you firmly on your shoulders, and his grip didn’t relax until you scooted back to be out of danger. Then, against your own will, you let yourself slip into his arms as he held you close and started crying into him. Blabbering all sorts of none sense, but he listened in silence. The emotions that where running inside of him were confusing him: normally he would enjoy a girl being so vulnerable infront of him, but not now. He felt as he expieriences the pain almost as badly as you did, and he realized that it was not just a plain attraction he had.

“Y/N.” He said boldy, making you hold your breath. His eyes were soft, something you never saw on him. “Shut up talking you down like that. Everyone has issues. And...” he stopped, not being able to push the words out. He was uncertain, since he never felt anything like this for anyone in his life. Only you. Unable to continue his sentence, he leaned towards your face, lacing his fingers in your hair and looking you in the eyes. You let another salty tear run down your face before he took the chance and kissed you.

And even if neither of you found the words you meant to say, you understood each other crystal clear. His lips on yours were the only thing you needed.

[edoardoincantiiswhipped]

I said I’m sleepy !!

Title: Yah I’m sleepy

Genre: Above mentioned words say alot actually. But yeah basically an emotional smut it is .

So this is my interpretation of what may have happened between them . Also I haven’t written anything for over two years now and my writer spirit is suddenly awake so I hope you guys enjoy it .

Pairing: Ko Mun-Yeong/ Moon Gang-tae

Warning: Literally not gonna put 18+ warning here cause even I’m not 18 yet . But who ever is uncomfortable reading smut dear this is not for you . Yeah you can still give it a try. Also I always wanted to write smut but never got the chance to , so this is my first try please be considerate.

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I love you ! I said I love you ! I love you so much !

These words have been resonating inside Mun-Yeong’s head as she kept twirling those dead flowers given by gang-tae in her hand . She was convinced that their relationship was ill fated and over just like those flowers , the pain she has caused him and Sang-Tae, the countless times she has hurt him and the way she was the reason the brothers were orphaned ; everything was coming back to haunt her and the best thing she thought to do was to leave her miserable self alone .

Without the warmth. Without the love. Without them .

Cause she thought she didn’t deserved any of it.

Her pessimist train of thoughts were interrupted by the sudden commotion at the front door . She knew who was there but she didn’t had the strength to deal with him and his sudden confession about his feelings for her right now. It was all too much to contain.

She was emotionally drained at this point.

As Gang tae entered the library , the first words he uttered after seeing Mun-Yeong were ‘I love you’. He was determined to tell her how he felt about her , how crazy he was for her and pushing him away was not the solution for their relationship . Their somewhat broken souls needed each other so that they can heal.

They needed to Start over .

Make new memories. Happy memories.

And just like the sly fox he was ; he started acting coy .

“Is that not it ? Is it something else?” he asked in his ever so innocent voice .

He totally wanted a reaction out of her that he definitely got when she frustratingly walked in his direction just to give him a threat that if he doesn’t shut up she might end up doing something to him.

This provocation has worked in his favour as there they’re on that table , bodies pressed to each other , hands wondering everywhere , tongues fighting an equally dominant battle , passion and love at its level best .

The moment their lips separated ; he attacked her neck dropping feathery kisses and sucking at it to mark some property. Offcourse she was a moaning mess right now ; all her emotions overpowered and desires let loose .

An emotional mess was a more fitting word for her.

As if sensing something was off gang tae took a breather and looked her in the eye that fierce eye bang spoke volumes of their palpitating need for each other but that sadness clouding Mun-Yeong’s eyes were worrying him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled them up; never once separating their warm bodies and breaking their intense stare down.

“ Are you okay?“ he questioned while caressing her cheek . She nodded her head and hugged him as tight as she could overwhelmed with all those emotions she practically never felt before .

“You need to stop pushing people Mun-Yeong .I’m here for you , I am here to stay.” he reassured her while drawing circles on her back ; soothing her in process.

Loosening their grip on each other ; he cupped her face and went in give her another mind numbing kiss ; full with his love for her .

When they were interrupted by his phone’s ringtone .Offcourse nobody wanted them to ravish each other in peace. From that stupid deer to whomever that person on the other line was. Today there was no holding back on gang tae’s side . He for once wanted to let his emotions run free. But right now he still needed to take that call.

It was his hyung( big brother) ; asking him that whether he made up with Mun-Yeong or not and informing him that he was going to stay at that rooftop house so that they can makeup peacefully.

“And remember.... A kiss is better than a fight.” Sang-Tae has said as his parting words.

For sure , a kiss was better than a fight , gang tae thought to himself . Especially when she looked so ravishing in that black dress of her ; it was clinging her body so perfectly that it made his pants tight . Also those kisses has inflitered his virgin body with desire and left him demanding for more. So seeing her sitting on the red couch crossed legged reading some book while pressing her thighs tightly was definitely not a helping sight.

The moment he entered the room again she immediately shifted her attention from that erotica she was reading to him ; she tried keeping the book away from his sight . How embarrassing would it be if he saw her reading that ; all her confident sexual claims would turn into a bookish fantasy she has created to keep a strong front .

Signalling him to take seat beside her , once he settled on the couch while trying to hide his obvious hard-on . She acted innocent by laying her head on his lap moving a little towards his stomach .

While caressing her hair and holding her hand they talked about his mother . Her heart felt full with happiness when he told her that she was introduced to his mother as the woman he loves but that confession didn’t help in decreasing the dampness she was feeling below ; if anything that had done was to increase it to a sexually frustrating level . She was feeling giddy and aroused at the same time.

So finally after mustering up some courage and keeping a poker face . She said ,”I’m sleepy. “ His body tensed up after hearing that. She knew her effect on him . So she continued her wordly assault .

“I said I’m sleepy “ she said again this time more boldy. His cheeks were turning red and his pupils started quievering . He knew what she meant but ...

Aish!!that sly fox has sent her to her room while saying that he would be back after bringing water . She totally knew he was not coming back until she fells asleep. While huffing and cursing under her breath , she made her way to the bedroom .

Maybe he had a kink of rejecting her or maybe he was just a coward.

Just as she was opening the door to her room , a sudden unexpected force turned her around and her lips met with an aggressive , demanding yet passionate pair of lips . There he was Moon gang-tae towering over her giving his everything to that mind numbing kiss they were sharing.

She clutches onto his shoulder and cranes upwards , as they stumble into her room together her tongue is so wet as it slips into his mouth and caresses it. Her lips were soft , her mouth was warm and wet and she tasted so damn sweet.

The way her impatient hands were trying to unbutton his shirt pulling it down his shoulders and then her fingers fumbling with his pant’s hook , right now he didn’t care about anything except her.

The way she sighed against his skin when he pulled her dress’s zipper down and those innocent sounds that left her pink mouth when he planted a wet kiss on her neck .

Peeling the dress off her body , his fingers trailed over every inch of her bare skin and then so did his mouth. Her curves perfectly fit his hands and those sinful sounds that left her , those sighs of pleasure, made him want to devour her .

And he definitely did .

Everything felt so slow , so high . As his fingers find the way to the crotch of her panties, nudge her warm centre. Fuck. The thin cotton material was already damp. She lets out a tiny whimper as he continues to caress her through the fabric .

“You’re already so wet for me.” He grumbles hoarsely.

As she crushes her mouth against his ; while palming him and grasping his hair . They move together onto the bed so she’s sprawled on her back.

She exhales breathless sigh when his fingers slip through her panties to stroke through her slick, swollen folds. His thumb found her clit while a couple of his fingers plunged into her .

Fuck...she cried tenderly.

She’s hot and wet and tight and her body made these soft , glistening sounds when he rubbed her. It was too much to take in.

All those overwhelming new experiences.

As his fingers curled inside her to hit a unknown spot.

“Gang-tae.” she breathed hoarsely, Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open.

The way she choked his name all breathy like that’s the only thing word she knew , drove him crazy. It wasn’t long before she clenched and spasmed around his fingers , her entire body went rigid for a few tense moments before she released.

Their hearts were beating erratically. And need to be touched and felt by each other had levelled up.

This was the most intimate moment they have ever shared. And they both were ready to feel more.

And just like that they passionately looked into each other’s eyes ; nothing was heard but thousands of words got exchanged.

So he ever so slowly pushes himself into her warm , swollen folds.

They both gasp. And silence each other with their mouths.

His hips moved steadily but slowly against hers, his tight yet soft abdomen pressed against hers. She gently lets her legs slide further up, unconsciously wrapping around his hips, causing him to go even deeper.

Gang- tae intensely looks into her eyes.

Silently asking her if she was okay.

She hums softly in agreement, finding it hard to even form proper words, both of them completely lost in the feeling of each other as they try their hardest to savour that moment. That feeling.

His broad body was pressed against hers, allowing no air between their bodies, his deep thrusts only causing her to sink deeper into the mattress underneath .

Holy hell . She thought to herself.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he continued to hit the same spot steadily, making her feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded.

He groaned against her skin as her walls tightened around him even more, the feeling almost making him see spots. As he pulls away from her neck to watch her while the wave of final pleasure washes over mun- yeong, one of his hands reaches down to her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Turning her over the edge .

Gang tae unconsciously picks up the force of his thrusts, his eyes never leaving hers as he surrender himself to the pleasure as his own orgasm starts to quickly build up along with hers.

A louder moan left mun-yeong lips , the familiar tickling feeling building up in the pit of her stomach, the very feeling she had brought to herself before. But this time it was different; this time it was love which was getting fulfilled not just a desire.

Gang tae grunted as he felt her snug warm walls clench around him, his thrusts became slightly sloppy as it brought him closer to his climax, while he desperately tried to keep a slow but steady pace.

The way her back arched pressing her bare chest against him, the dark tips of them hard and aroused . As she came moaning breathlessly and spasming beneath him it was like nothing — he ever felt or have seen before .

Something about her about the way her fingers dug into his back and her lips trailed softly across his chin , his collar bone ; the flash of heat between her legs so impossibly tight and wet— it was beautiful and he loved every second of it.

As they snuggled their sweaty bodies into each other . They knew tomorrow morning was going to bring a new chapter of their lives together. And hopefully that chapter would be pleasant and filled with happiness.

[grimelords]

I have been unbelievably busy for all of 2020 so far. Starting a new job and crunching to finish an old one, it's been very good but it has also meant that I haven't had the downtime I'd have liked in order to write long screeds about when drums sound good in songs so my December and January playlists unfortunately never got finished. They will exist as 'lost' playlists in the grimelords canon where you will simply have to listen to them and have your own thoughts about the songs instead of having your judgement clouded by me saying things like 'this sounds nice' and 'I love when the guitar goes woo-eee'.

You can listen to them here:

December https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4crPEVSPwftPpWl14xUrXF

January https://open.spotify.com/playlist/25MP7onYLCwWRYBIi0u3yc

As far as this, my February playlist goes: It's great! It's two and a half hours. The songs sounds nice and the guitars go woo-eee. I was worried I wouldn't be able to listen to as much music with my new job but it turns out I'm listening to more than ever which is extremely nice. Please enjoy, and if you'd like to subscribe to this playlist please do so here: https://tinyletter.com/grimelords

Listen to this playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ZraEZOeS6qvVxfnz3AJS9

Ballad Of The Skeletons - Allen Ginsberg, Paul McCartney, Phillip Glass and Lenny Kaye: I had a dim childhood memory of this 1996 Hottest 100 funny skeleton song that my sister randomly brought up this month and was was shocked to find out that somewhere deep in my brain the part where the electric chair skeleton says “hey what’s cooking???” was still stored. I was also shocked to find out that the funny skeleton song I remembered from when I was a kid was actually a collaboration between Allen Ginsberg, Paul McCartney and Phillip Glass and was an unexpected hit on MTV and Triple J in 1996 for an as yet unknown reason.

I Can Go With You - Sam Burton: This song came up in my Discover Weekly, and I was so excited to listen to more of this 70s singer songwriter I've never heard of before who has no doubt had a long and illustrious career and was shocked to find out that not only is this song from 2020, it is also the first and so far only release by Sam Burton and his debut album is coming out sometime this year. I love how plain it is, and the first time I heard it it made no impression on me until a couple of hours later when I realised I was humming the melody to myself. It has this decepitive simplicity to it, and it sounds like a song you've always known which is really about as good a compliment as you can give a song. I also love this statement from him: “I was writing a song a day for 30 days as a personal challenge to myself. I Can Go With You came near of that practice and I considered it a throwaway at the time. After recording most of the album I still needed a couple more songs and decided to throw it on and we recorded it live followed by two others. When I listened back it ended up being one of the tracks I was happiest with on the record.” I love when artists are asked about songs and they have no divine inspiration to relate, just a process of daily work where they're like "well, I wrote it, like I always do. Did the chords and the words and everthing just like normal. I write hundreds of these things and this one came out pretty good. I don't know what else to tell you."

Wild Dogs - Colter Wall: This is a song by Billy Don Burns who you can probably expect to see on this playlist next month, and who as I understand it is one of these 'real' country guys that have been around for a million years and only ever had success when other people sang their songs. So it's very nice of Colter Wall to continue that tradition for him. I love the way this song takes the metaphor to a place of almost uncomfortable literalism, a tryst metamophising into something private, bloody and feral. The subtle way the lap steel whines slowly along in the background before stepping out and taking centre stage once the song picks up steam near the end is a marvel too.

Tom's Diner - Suzanne Vega: I had a live version of this randomly recommended to me by youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkYPge6ZKSQ and it made me see this song that I'd always been sort of aware of in a new light and really properly appreciate it for the first time. Somehow I'd never noticed the last verse where it moves from literalism to memories, and of course that's sort of the moment that ties the whole song together. What I really appreciate about the acapella arrangement is that it feels like this is a song that's existed a million times before but she's the first person to actually write it down and record it. Everyone's made up a little dishwashing song or a little walking song, reciting some to-do list in your head. It's an entire genre that exists under people's breath for a few minutes and gets immediately forgotten.

If You Don't Know Now, You Never Will - Drugdealer: I could have sworn this was a Tobias Jesso Jr song. I really just assumed it was until I looked at the credits. It's such a nice song though and I'm glad this sort of 70s californian vibe is making a quiet comeback because it is just uniformly pleasant and it's nice to hear these sorts of arrangements, with the accenting violin runs and things like that. All the extra decorations and ornamentations that have sort of disappeared.

Crimson Tide - Destroyer: I absolutely love this new Destroyer album because it just feels like such pure uncut Destroyer. I’ve always thought of him as a sort of 400 year old vampire lounge singer who is just amusing himself at this point and so the cover art has really confirmed my suspicions on that front. The lyrics through this whole album are so good, the sort of stream of consciousness strangeness like ‘when lightning strikes twice the funeral goes completely insane’ that takes a on such gravity because he sings it with complete deadpan seriousness.

Truth (feat Alicia Keys and The Last Artful, Dodger) - Mark Ronson: I didn't really give this album a chance when it came out but ever since I found out Alicia Keys is good now (Time Machine) I've been looking for more good Alica Keys work and found one here. The Last Artful, Dodger is one of the worst artist names I think I've ever heard but she absolutely kills it on the way she says biiiiitch so I'll forgive it.

Surf & Turf - Boldy James + The Alchemist: Alchemist's production on this whole album is so incredible. He really just lets Boldy go and doesn't get in his way like good production should. Especially on the opening verse where Boldy James sticks with that loping flow for so long in 3s over 4 that matches that arpeggios in the beat, it's just a perfect harmony of rapper and producer.

Fat Mac - Duke Deuce: Misogyny in rap is a real issue that nobody seems really allowed to talk about because it's obviously very complicated, and this song some real classic 'stay in the kitchen' type woman hating in it and is basically incredibly callous and cruel throughout. However this beat is hot and there is also a part about a third of the way through where he says "fuck her till that pussy fart" and then makes a big fart noise, so.

Set It Up (feat. Trina) - Kamaiyah: I only found out about Kamaiyah's fantastic 2016 album A Good Night In The Ghetto about two weeks before her new one came out so I've been on a real Kamaiyah hype for a little while now. She's just fantastic. I love this song because I love the part where Trina seemingly out of the blue threatens to piss in my mouth. The first time I heard it I said 'wow!' out loud.

Come As You Are - Greg Phillinganes: There's something going on with the pop math in this song that I just can't put my finger on. It feels for all intents and purposes like this should be a hit. The melody is great. The big synth voice is great, it's got extremely fatty bass. It's great! But something about the structure of it is just off, it's got too many sections or something. Which kind of makes me love it more really.  

Devotion - Pure Bathing Culture: What surprised me the most about this song is the secret shredding happening throughout. It feels like a sort of clean and cool guitar that hasn’t existed in the wild since the Lethal Weapon soundtrack and it adds such an energy to this already completely wonderful song.

Paper Cup - Real Estate + Sylvan Esso: The production on this song is just so beautiful. The violin melody and the pillow soft synths really add such an extra dimension to it. The tone on everything really. The guitar in the solo. Every time I listen to this song I just want to listen to it again because it goes down so smooth.

Mark Zuckerberg - Nap Eyes: I’m a very big fan of the way this song transitions from a sort of TMBG novelty song halfway through into a lonely and beautiful thing instead. It’s like he got distracted and wandered off in the middle of his set but the camera followed him. I also haven’t heard a lyric in a long time that made me bark laugh so instantly as “And what does he do with all that sand? He collects sand right? I think I read that somewhere. Seems innocent enough.”

Viking Hair - Dry Cleaning: I fell in love with this band immediately on hearing this song. The way the spoken lyrics sit in a place of almost coherence, dipping between mysterious phrases and earnest admissions feels like Life Without Buildings for a new generation. I love the feeling of a huge crush at the centre of this song that comes through achingy in every single word, even when she's talking about abandoned refrigerators.

LeBron James - Do Nothing: This is my number one song this month I think. I've listened to it every single day and I cannot wait to see what this band does once they've got more than a couple of songs out. It's my absolute favourite kind of lyrics: the kind that sounds like you just wrote down every one-sided phone conversation you overheard on the bus and then the music is some halfway point between Black Midi and Franz Ferdinand. What else do you need!

Can I Receive The Contact? - The Spirit Of The Beehive: The Spirit Of The Beehive's album is one of the best I heard this month. The way the production incorporates sound collage and samples without diluting the immediacy of the songwriting is really something special that feels hard to pull off in a rock context but sounds effortless through this whole album. The way this shifts at the end into the odd time section is so great and really the way the whole album flows like one long track is just amazing. Please listen, I'm obsessed.

An Air Conditioned Man - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever: There is so much space in Rolling Blackouts songs. They just go and go, sitting in this great jam space without feeling shaggy. The tempo across the album stays pretty consistently at this breezy, upbeat, driving speed that makes it feel like as soon as one song ends the next one just picks up exactly where it left off. It almost feels like a studio confines them and they'd be better off just recording their album live at a show where every song can go for 8 minutes like it wants to.

Leak -Truth, yesnoyesnoyes- - Boris: I got to see Boris and Merzbow this month, which was a great treat for me but it was also at a seated theatre venue which was a very strange choice. Sitting down and clapping politely as Merzbow pressed the screaming button feels odd, like being at an 1800s World's Fair show about the wonders of electricity or quite literally like being the guy in the chair getting blown away by the speakers in the Maxell ads. I bought earplugs for the show but ended up pulling them out for the last three songs or so to properly experience it, and it was fucking great. Something I was thinking about after the show is that it's interesting how Boris mostly have clean vocals, and really approach metal as an idea from and angle that's more shoegaze than Slayer. Aside from the immense volume, there isn't a lot about their music that I would describe as agressive, even most of what Merzbow added to the set was just extra feedback frequency noise, not atonal agression. I don't mean this in a trve kvlt way, more like it's interesting how they've taken the aesthetics of metal and refined them into pure amplifer worship, in their words, by either playing straight drone, or just playing normal hard rock at inhuman volumes. Boris are very good is what I'm saying, and I can't wait to listen to more of their extremely large discography.

Nameless Streets - Defeater: I've never really listened to much hardcore and I'm not really sure why. I've listened to Defeater's first two albums to death though so maybe it's time to branch out. What I love about this song, and this band in general is the vocal delivery. In a lot of agressive music from metal to screamo, because the agression and emotion is always sitting at a 10 the nuance can get lost and it becomes a sort of white noise, but Defeater have a nice way of backing off musically and vocally here and there to let the hard hits really hit hard. The outro to this song is also some absolutely world class snare work, building a tension bed in the simplest way thats relieved when the rest of the band comes crashing back in.

Boys In Town - Divinyls: I love the true desperation in this song. The trapped in a small town, surrounded by fuckers stress that gives way in the second half to just screaming "get me out of here!!". I am also interested in the evolution of the phrase 'too much, too young' and would like to know whether this song is referencing the song by The Specials, and if the Defeater song on this playlist is referencing this song or The Specials song, or if all three came up with it independently. It's a simply enough phrase, I suppose they could have. Who cares, really.

Body By Crystal - Spike Fuck: Come on a journey with me and imagine a world where Alex Cameron makes good music. That's Spike Fuck! The sort of burned out, past their prime singer desperate for a hit in any sense type of character - except actually put together with some heart and emotion and not an 80s comic book writer's understanding of human lows. I cannot wait to hear more from Spike Fuck.

Rogue Wave - Aesop Rock: It is something of a marvel how consistently high quality Aesop Rock's work is. For all his verbosity and expansive vocabulary he seems to never veer into white guy rap god flexing for the sake of it. Even a song like this that's 3 minutes of dense verses with nothing resembling a hook doesnt feel exhausting, it just feels like a series of extremely pleasing words and images like "take it where the warlocks lock horns, soda pop, popcorn / top notch gore set to Bach over fog horns" that makes my brain go "nice".

Momentary Bliss (feat. Slowthai and Slaves) - Gorillaz: I love the strange rollout Gorillaz are doing for this album, building the tracklist one song at a time. It's a nice way to force close listening, especially in songs with odd structures like this. I love hearing how different prouction changes Slowthai's approach; on this and Deal Wiv It that he did with Mura Masa it feels a lot brighter than anything on Nothing Great About Britain and there's a playfulness in his flow that comes through accordingly. Gorillaz are always moving around musically but I love how much of a live band feel this has compared to the more studioy sound that killed their last album for me.

We Will Always Love You (feat. Blood Orange) - The Avalanches: I am so excited at the possibility of a new Avalanches album already, and this is the perfect song to have as a lead single because it functions more like a teaser. Like 'would you like an hour more of this kind of beautiful, loving dream?'

Tar Sequence - Lalo Schifrin: I found out a little while ago that the local news theme when I was growing up was actually this song from the score to Cool Hand Luke, and according to a bunch of other guys in the youtube comments it was the local news theme for a lot of stations across America as well. The scene is of a prison road gang working under the blazing sun, and I'm sure someone could write a thinkpiece about the soundtrack to the nightly news, and really the platonic ideal of news themes in general stemming from the score to a scene about prison labour. But not me! I'm just going to write this little post and say we all owe Lalo Schifrin our lives for inventing the sonic pallette of kung fu AND the news, which is an incredible achievement whichever way you slice it.

When You - Tha Pope: It's a little bit of a shame that footwork is 'over' now but I suppose that's the way of things. The intro to this song is an absolute all timer for me. The delay soaked tag, the extended organ lick and then a total gear shift into this shrieking vocal sample that sounds like something has gone wrong but is revealed in actuality to be the centre of the whole track. I absolutely love Pope's little adlib at the start, and halfway through when he brings it back - it injects some real humanity into this cacophonous, volatile song and lets you know someone's done this on purpose, they've not just turned every dial to 10 and pressed play.  

Jonny/Jonny (Reprise) - Faye Webster: I am absolutely in love with the tone of Faye Webster's voice and especially the way she slowly slides up to the note at the end of every line in the verse. This is a song that belongs to the great genre of songs that sound like they were entirely written and performed while laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling. The reprise here comes back at the end of the album and I love it so much. It feels like a Sex And The City monologue set to music, an underexplored genre I'd definitely like to hear more of.

Holes - Matt Berninger: Matt Berninger of The National covered Mercury Rev's Holes for a series of charity 7"s that Planned Parenthood are doingand I really love his take on it. It's a difficult song to cover because it is so beloved, and I think he does really well to not smooth out the arrangement into any sort of easy listening version. The rumbling piano and the extra vocals that mirror the original saw sound near the end are just wonderful. The part that always breaks my heart in this song is the "bands" line at the end and he really does it perfectly without being overdramatic.

Ta Aro - Nadia Reid: I love the way this song is just soaked in tension and potential energy. She has a beautiful way of holding a note just past the edge of her breath, like when she sings 'glory hallelujah' or 'I am stronger' and in the wordless refrain that just draws me in. Then the way it all closes in on itself and shadows close in at the end while it swells to this beautiful thunderstorm of sound. Just great.

Purify - Neurosis: Someone had a tweet a while ago that was like 'listen to a new album every day in February and write about it' and I thought 'fuck it why not' and started doing that. I kept a little note in my phone of every album I listened to that I'd never heard before, and I ranked them out of 5 so I could remember which ones I liked. I ended up listening to 49 new albums which surprised me, and it was surprisingly easy to do as well so I've decided to keep doing it in March as well. Highly recommended. A nice side effect of constantly searching for new things to listen to is it's given me a chance to hear bands that I've always heard about and know the name of but never actually listened to for one reason or another, which is how I got to Neurosis. It's nice to hear this kind of industrial 90s metal that I'd only ever previously heard in Tool from another angle, and it is especially nice to hear bagpipes in a drone metal context - a thought I'd had independently about a week before hearing this album and was glad to have willed into existence before me.

Shallow Sun - Real Estate: Time! I love a song about aging that mentions specific years and ages so you can count along on your fingers. '25 in 2010... so he was 24 when they put out in their first album.. 39 in 24.. so he's... 35 now.. and i'm 28... which means I'm... 3 albums behind..'

Quand Vas Tu Retrer - Melody's Echo Chamber: I'll listen to any song in 5/4. It is simply groovy. This song is so beautifully textured it feels like you can just get completely lost in the sound while the groove moves it along.

Living Through Another Cuba - XTC: I think I've posted this song on one of these playlists before but fuck it, the more time passes the more I think this might be one of the best songs ever written and a complete and total encapsulation of the cold war mood. The absolute maniac resigned powerlessnes on full display, screaming and shouting about pullings fins from an atom bomb and the absolute certainty that even if the world isn't destroyed this time it'll all come around again soon enough anyway.

Time - U.S. Girls: I am a huge proponent of the long song at the end of the record as a concept, and really I believe every song should be the long song at the end of the record if at all possible. This amount of colour in this jam is just incedible, it never gets weighed down or waylaid it just keeps moving though an ever shifting kaleidoscope and I absolutely love it. It also reminds me of Los Bitchos who were on one of my secret lost playlists from December so it's nice to have their vibe represented here at least. This song also interestingly ties into a thought I was having this week about the limits of music wherein time is the only immutable constant. In all of life music is an inescapable constant of course, but in music especially compared to visual art or written art, time is an inexorable force. You simply cannot bend time in music, a song or performance will always have a duration that will define it, short or long, which cannot be muted or played with in the same way that rhythm or tonality can. 4'33" is a good example of that, being devoid of everything except time. When there is nothing, there is still time. Canyons of time.

Bad Magic - Weyes Blood: I got to see Weyes Blood a couple of weeks ago and I feel extremely blessed that I did. She's just amazing. She played this song solo as her last encore, and she's in a sort of interesting position of blowing up majorly on her fourth album so people (myself included) weren't overly familiar with her older stuff. So when she said 'this is a song called Bad Magic' everyone clapped politely and one woman right up the back screamed "oh my GOD??" which is the kind of personal, just for her, singular experience I'm always here for. Hearing this song for the first time in that setting has really made me fall in love with it. The thing that's always alienated me a little abot Weyes Blood's earlier work, and the thing she changed so dramatically on Titanic Rising is the structuring of her songs. Titanic Rising embraces pop songwriting so wonderfully where her earlier work was so much shaggier and harder to access as a result - but in this song I love it. This song is meandering and long and wanders around in circles and I'm here for every second of it.

Listen to this playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ZraEZOeS6qvVxfnz3AJS9

[wyattvsmusic]

Westside Gunn - Pray For Paris ALBUM REVIEW

For the past 4 years, it seems like every year has been a Griselda takeover. Westside Gunn, Conway and Benny The Butcher put out at least 5 projects a year between the 3 of them and they really are one of the prime examples of consistency in Hip Hop. You know what you’re gonna get from these guys: bars on bars on bars over dirty boom bap beats. While these guys stay true to the  Buffalo sound that they created, they do have projects that sound different. I can definitely understand some of the criticism about a lot of their songs sounding the same as my biggest complaint about Flygod Is An Awesome God was that it sounded too similar to other songs in Westside Gunn’s extensive catalog. You know what you’re gonna get every time with Griselda and that’s not a bad thing at all. It would be kind of weird if Westside decided to do an Awaken, My Love! or a Rebirth. They know what their fans want and they are guaranteed to deliver. The debut Griselda album on Shady Records, WWCD, consisted of no sampling on the production which is bold for a group that uses samples almost exclusively for their beats. Westside Gunn prides himself in how quickly he can make great music and the inspiration behind his latest album, Pray For Paris happened to him not too long ago. A few months ago, Westside Gunn finally was approved to travel outside the country because he’s a convicted felon and one of his first stops was Paris for Paris Fashion Week. He was so inspired by the his trip to Paris, he started recording what was set to be an EP but turned out to be an album. I’ve been to Paris and I can see how some of the songs could have been inspired by Paris. I’ve noticed this on WWCD and Hitler Wears Hermes 7 but I didn’t fully think about it until I heard Pray For Paris that the beats are a lot more polished and sound mastered differently from the earlier Griselda classics. I’ve heard Westside rap over piano beats like George Bondo and French Toast before on songs like Lookin Like The Greatest, 94 Ghost Shit, and Eric B but these two beats have something two them that sounds a lot more expensive. The song Allah Sent Me reminded me a bit of Dinner Plate from Hall & Nash. Some beats on this album sound like classic Griselda but I don’t think I have ever heard Westside Gunn rap over a beat like Euro Step before. That song was fucking sick. There wasn’t much to that beat but it was super dope. Westside has some pretty historic collabs on this album as well. 327 has features from both Joey Bada$$ and Tyler, The Creator. In my CJ Fly review, I expressed wanting to have more Pro Era & Griselda collabs so this was a dream come true. Also, Odd Future were on MTV once many years back and FaceTimed Joey Bada$$ when he was still in High School so it’s cool to see it come full circle on this song. The beat is super laidback and before any of them started rapping, I could picture all 3 of them spitting on it. Joey Bada$$ killed it and Tyler hasn’t rapped like this probably since Cherry Bomb. I was glad to see Wale on this album because Wale can actually rap. Maybe we’ll see a wrestling-themed collab with Westside, Wale and Smoke DZA one day. One of the songs I was hyped for when I saw the tracklist was $500 Ounces with Freddie Gibbs and Roc Marciano and it did not disappoint at all. Much like what I said about 327, this song has one of those beats that is perfect for all 3 rappers. I’m surprised this is the first time we’re hearing Gibbs and Westside and Gibbs and Roc. Versace has a beat so soulful, it would have made a perfect Amherst Station 4. I was excited to hear the drop from Raw Is Flygod on Claiborne Kick as that is one of the most underrated WSG songs. For those who don’t know, Raw Is Flygod is a 14-minute track that Westside dropped a while back. I don’t think Westside Gunn has deepened his voice like that since Suede Mutumbos from HWH1 but I think it was to give Boldy James his shine. Westside Gunn and Boldy James first linked up last year on It’s Possible from HWH7. The first time I heard Boldy James was in 2013 and he has the perfect voice for rapping. I’ve kept tabs on his music since then but this year, he really reached his full potential this year with his second Alchemist collab album, The Price Of Tea In China. It is rumored that Boldy has signed to Griselda, making him the only artist not from Buffalo on the label but that is great news if it is true because it seems like Boldy is only now unlocking his potential even though he’s been at it for a while. Not too long ago, Griselda also signed Buffalo rapper Armani Caesar but I was wondering why she isn’t on the song. Keisha Plum of course is on Pray For Paris to deliver one of her fantastic poems. In addition to his feature on 327, Tyler, The Creator also produced Party Wit Pop Smoke has such a dope beat. I could picture Tyler spitting on this and I could picture Westside sounding good on various beats that Tyler has made like Rusty, Pigs, A Boy Is A Gun, Smuckers, Buffalo and Bimmer. Alchemist, Daringer and Camouflage Monk produced on the album like usual and DJ Premier produced Shawn vs. Flair which features some of the best rapping from WSG on the entire album. I was thinking about that as I listened to the whole album and I know Westside raps great on every project he’s put out but on some projects you can tell he’s putting in more effort to rhyme and have dope punchlines and this is one of those projects. Pray For Paris is probably Westside Gunn’s best release since Supreme Blientele and also the first time anyone has had tap dancing on a Hip Hop album before. What’s so crazy is that this album is so great but it’s only Westside’s first offering scheduled for the year. He is going to be putting out his Shady Records debut in June or July, dropping Hall & Nash 2 with Conway on September 11, dropping Hitler Wears Hermes 8 on Halloween like usual, and dropping his Madlib collab Gunnlib in December. That’s not even mentioning what Conway and Benny have stored for us this year. I hope Westside Gunn gets to travel more so he can make more dope music like this inspired by his travels because the music is that fucking great.

Fav Tracks: George Bondo, 327, Euro Step, $500 Ounces, Party Wit Pop Smoke

[afterglowparker]

Hey! Could you please write a headcanon of Peter meeting&falling in love to an exteremely shy, yet kind, courageous and strong-willed girl. Add as much fluff as needed :)

okay so headcanons definitely are still not my strong suit, but i tried, so i hope you like this!

finishing up blurbs from my bday celebration 💓

okay so it’s no secret that peter parker is a lil’ nerd himself

and that he is also not super confident unless he has got that famous spidey mask on

so when he runs into you (literally runs into you) in the halls of midtown, he is a stuttering mess

because holy fuck are you beautiful and holy fuck he definitely just knocked you and all your school supplies over

and he’s blushing because you’re lying on the floor and he’s above you and you’re so pretty!!

but you don’t really say anything to him as he is fumbling over his words

you just give him a tense smile and feel your heart rate quicken because people are definitely staring, before quietly commenting on how you can’t really get up until he does and

“right! right of course, my bad, i’m so sorry! i just-”

and you feel bad for him so you put him out of his misery

“it’s alright. it happens sometimes. at least now i have a fun story to tell about my first day.”

so peter just blushes some more and nods along, before quickly helping you gather up your books and papers, before hesitantly offering to show you to your next class

which happened to be chemistry which peter also had

so you both sit next to each other, because peter offered, and you couldn’t find a real reason to say no and yeah he is pretty cute

not many words being exchanged, but there is a lot of stolen glances and heads turning quickly to look out the window or at the wall before the other can notice

when it comes to lunch, peter offers you a seat at his table with his friends, and you just shyly smile and thank him

before following over and meeting ned and mj, who you actually really like

but then you meet flash, who you were sure was a great person deep down, but couldn’t stand how he was hurling insults across the cafeteria at peter

and so you finally turned around and replied back loudly and boldy

“i don’t know if anyone has ever told you, flash is it? but hiding your insecurities behind mean words directed at another is not going to help your own self-esteem.”

because while you hated confrontation, you hated hearing mean words being tossed around to those who did nothing to deserve them

and peter and ned are staring at you in shock (and the slightest bit of awe) while mj has her eyebrows raised as she nods in approval

and so time goes on and you grow closer to the trio of friends

one of them capturing your heart a little more than the others

and it’s true for the reciprocating person

it’s fairly noticeable to everyone around you and peter that you both are smitten with the other

whether it be the blushy hellos and goodbyes

or the way you’d walk a little closer to each other than you would anyone else

and how a little smile would appear on your faces at the sight of the other or how you would bite you lip when peter’s hand brushed against yours and his smile would grow even bigger

whenever you were around peter was in his own little world of admiring you and it was hard for anyone else to break thru the haze

you’d been round his apartment for study sessions and movie nights

both with and without ned and mj

and may absolutely adored you

she’d constantly be asking peter when he was going to make a move to which he would just hiss out a 

“may! i-i’m working on it!”

and you would be waiting for peter to make a move, cuz you were fairly certain whatever it was you were feeling wasn’t once sided

especially since ned and mj were pretty quick to call you both out

and it was about five months after you literally fell for peter parker that you found yourself outside the front of your apart building, after having walked home together (something you had started doing pretty quickly after becoming friends) with your lips on his

but only for a quick second before you’re pulling back, looking at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips

his expression matching yours

“uh…so you kissed me.”

“yeah…yeah i did.”

and you both kinda stare at each other before smiles are forming on both of your faces

“you kissed me.”

“we established that.”

“can i…can i kiss you?”

and you shake your head, laughing silently with a large smile on your face, heart growing even fonder of the boy in front of you, before you’re grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to you

“you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“cool cool cool cool”

peter dorkily says, quoting the most recent show he was watching (you can’t convince me this boy wouldn’t quote jake peralta like a dork in a time like this) before he is placing his lips on yours again

and even though the kiss is a little awkward, he couldn’t be any happier than he was right then

[literaryjerseygirl]

Some of you know I’m a blogger-well a writer; I like thinking of myself as a writer first and foremost. Some of you even know I have a regular blog.

I’ve shared many vulnerable things on that blog: things that most would never share. This is not a post for my regular blog; because it talks about something I’ve held close to my heart for many years. So close that maybe one person knows. Maybe, and that person knows only part of what I’m about to disclose.

I’m afraid. Terrified, really. You see, I’ve held a dream inside for most of my adult life. And I think it’s about to become reality, and I am fucking terrified. This dream was something I stuck inside a mental box, and shoved it waaayyy in the back corner of my mind. I did this because I thought it was something that would never be. I didn’t want to pine away over it, so if I put it away, it wouldn’t be at the front of my mind anymore. Kind of like a box of mementos you stumble across once a year or so-I’d take out this mental box, examine the dream, and let my imagination run wild with all that this dream entailed.

I am now on the verge of seeing this dream become a reality...and god yes I am so very happy...and I am also afraid. Afraid of the other shoe dropping, afraid to be this happy, and afraid of losing myself.

Losing myself? Yes. Losing myself-because I’ve held this dream so long, that I’m afraid I’ll lose myself in trying to make the dream work in reality.

The reality of this dream entails me opening myself up and becoming vulnerable in a way that I have never experienced before. I don’t do vulnerable, because anytime I’ve tried, I’ve failed. And I’ve never determined if the failure is mine and is due to something I’ve done or not done; or if the failure is due to placing trust in the wrong people. Right now, I am so sure I am placing my trust in the right person. However I have held so much back, held myself in check for so long that I’m beginning to think I cannot let go and open up.

I have held myself in check for my entire life. This dream-into-reality involves another person, and I kind of think that while this person has seen me at my worst, I don’t think they have ever seen me weak and vulnerable. I don’t think anyone has. There’s been no reason to allow anyone in that way; especially not this person. This is someone who I only want to give my best to, and show my best self, and for several years, I’ve been able to do that. If you see someone face-to-face infrequently, it’s easy to only show them your best self. So very easy. The more often you see them, the more likely they can see those ugly sides of you.

It’s kind of an odd situation. I’m not sure I’m at liberty to articulate it. I guess the best way to talk about it is...well...have you ever known someone for a long time? Like...decades? And for those decades, you know them one way. I mean, you know a lot of things about them, you learn their quirks and nuances; yet at the same time, they have one role in your life. Then all of a sudden one day, that role changes. Ok ‘changes’ is not the right word. Their role evolves. It becomes more and better than it had been for those decades, and you get a chance to see them with new eyes. And it’s AMAZING. For me, at the same time, it is frightening.

I find myself tongue tied when I never used to be. I find myself speechless when I used to overflow with words. I find myself blushing and shy when I used to be bold and a little brash. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? My world has been turned around-in a good way mind you-but also in a scary way.

Fuck this. I can’t pussyfoot around what’s happening. I fell in love with one of my best friends about 26 years ago. In order to continue the friendship, I had to let go of the romantic feelings and maintain that strictly platonic vibe. It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done-and I’ve done many difficult things in my 47 years on this earth. The friendship that remained was well worth it. From time to time I would wonder what if this or that had happened, what if we’d dated, what if we’d given it a shot. These were the thoughts that I put away in that mental box in the back closet of my mind. Our friendship and that connection felt so easy to me that I didn’t dare give voice to these feelings. I didn’t want to destroy the friendship. About a year and a half ago, I had a YOLO moment and decided I would boldy tell my friend how I felt. There was no way I could do this in a face-to-face conversation, so I did what I do best-I wrote. It wasn’t some sappy missive full of sonnets and flowery words. It probably wasn’t even my best piece of writing. It was heartfelt, and I labored over this piece of writing for many months before finally sending it. I wanted to make sure that my friend knew I expected absolutely zero in return; that I didn’t expect my feelings to be returned-hell I didn’t even expect an acknowledgement of what I’d written. I simply didn’t want to let any more of my life pass without them knowing what I thought and how I felt.

To make a long and somewhat drawn out story much shorter...it turned out that they felt the same. They had the same thoughts. And now...and now, here I am, trying to figure out how we go from lifelong friends to...well what? What are we? Can I even ask that? Is that a thing to ask at my age? I mean of course we are still friends-which means the world to me-but like...I don’t know! I don’t know how to act anymore. Sometimes I don’t know what to say anymore either. I find myself talking to them, looking into those eyes I know so well, seeing that smile I adore-while also standing outside myself like a teenager going OH MY GOD WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING?! Are they REALLY looking at me like that? Are they REALLY saying all those words my heart has longed to hear?? AM I DREAMING???? And if I am dreaming….dear god please do NOT wake me up. Is it even normal for me to think this, to feel this, to be in this much disbelief?

I know my worth and know what I have to offer...and yet suddenly all that I am seems so very inadequate. I’m 21 again; in awe of this amazing person life has plopped in front of me. And that’s the scary part. I’m an adult. I’m not a kid with a crush anymore. Is it normal to feel this way, to question this? Shouldn’t I be more like...confident? Instead of being all “why are they picking ME” shouldn’t I be all “OF COURSE THEY ARE PICKING ME, I FUCKING ROCK AND I’M SEXY AS HELL TO BOOT!”

[nightowlfandom]

BTS Preferences (Scenarios?)- His reaction to a special request.

Prompt list RIGHT HERE! Request something!

This request wasn't on the prompt list but it is TOTALLY OKAY to request something like this!! Anon...get your ass ready. I may or may not have gotten carried away and included way more than I should have.

Warning- I will fuck up your day.

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PREFACE- "I uh...I want to.." you trailed off. You stared at your significant other. How in the world would he react to such a request. Sitting on his face?! "I want you to...while I-" you held your head in your hands while he chuckled at your embarrassment. "I want to sit on your face." you said seriously, looking up at him...

JIN- Surprised. His eyes widened at your sudden request. You've never been so bold before. "A-are you sure?" he asked, perking up an eyebrow. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. You shyly nodded. "I've never seen this side of you before." he chuckled lowly.

"Baby." Jin chuckled. "You're gonna wake the neighbors." he cooed while ironically not ceasing his movements. His tongue was slow and exaggerated. They were more teasing than anything else. He chuckled at your attempt (and failure) to keep quiet.

NAMJOON- He chuckled at your innocence, watching you stare down at your fingers. An Idea rushed through his head, smiling deviously....

His arms hooked around your legs, holding down your shaking body. When did he find time to order a set of vibrators? Most importantly, when were you going to find out about this?!(Your anniversary next week but he just couldn't wait.) You shool under the force of his mouth against you, the mini remote in his hand seemed to taunt you as he cranked it higher and higher.

HOSEOK- A smirk rose to his face, tilting his head to the side. "You want to sit on my face?" he repeated your words, nearing closer to your face. "You want to hover that ass over my face and hold you down while I make you scream for me? Hm? Want me to make you feel real good do you?" a grin was plastered on his face....

You gasped as he pulled you back down onto his tongue. You turned your head slightly and saw one hand swiftly pumping his length. He was getting riled up from you tugging at his hair, absent-mindedly grinding into his mouth. His moans into your flesh made you shake and caused your toes to curl.

YOONGI - Shock, shock was all that went through his head. To be honest, he had wanted to do that for a long time, but to hear it come from your mouth. He was shocked you said it so boldy and seriously.

You were now blindfolded, your hands were secured behind your back with a tie. "To make sure you don't squirm too much." were his words. You were sat up on your knees. You felt warm tickling breath. You writhed under his mouth, arching your back as his tongue lashed against your burning flesh. You couldn't see, but the exaggerated moans and sounds he made with his mouth made you glad you couldn't see the smirk rising on his face.

TAEHYUNG- How cute! You wanted to initiate sex this time. Taehyung was more than happy to oblige. You never told him what you wanted when it came to pleasure. He just wanted to stick a pair of cat ears on your head and make you meow....hmmm

Okay maybe the black gloves and thigh highs were a bit much, but it sure worked out. Also very much like a cat, your sounds were low and quiet. Maybe with a few whines thrown in there. Instead of strong and forceful lashes, he playfully teased you, tickling your heat.

JIMIN- "..." Something set off inside him. Something causing him to grab you by the hips, making you straddle him. Whatever got into Jimin made you yelp in surprise. Think of an extreme version of Hoseok's reaction. Jimin always found your innocence endearing and to be honest, a little hot. But this...

The feeling of his teeth sinking into your thigh made you yell out. You had to rest you hands on the bed, writhing at the feeling of his tongue pumping in and out of your tight hole.

JUNGKOOK- CAUGHT THE FUCK OFF GAURD! He almost choked on his drink when you whispered the phrase in his ear. You may have been a bit innocent, but so was he. Jungkook looked at you with raised brows. "You want to...sit on my face?" you nodded. "You said we could do whatever I wanted...and I want to do...that!" you didn't wanna say it again. It was too embarrassing. He would begin asking questions. "Where is this coming from? How long have you wanted this?"

Nails dug into your thighs, not scratching but just enough to keep you upright. He focused solely on flicking his tongue against your slit and sucking gently at your sensitive nub.

(YES, I AM THE ULTIMATE COCK BLOCK. NO SMUT FOR YOU! Some were shorter than others and I have no excuse for why lol.)