#me+exploding into the atmosphere never to be seen from again

[i-am-minty-fresh]

Oh my sweet lord…what a man

I took my break but I wanted to finish it now, hope you like it @i-am-minty-fresh (I made some adjustments, got carried away 😅)

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[spiderb00]

Hold me never let go

Hanni Pham X Reader

 Synopsis - When you hold on to your feelings for so long, you're bound to explode at some point. 

Genre – Fluff, a little angst if you squint  Warnings – none 

now playing - hold me never let go, by Rocco

You arrived in Paris three days ago, all these days were spent with laughter and unique moments, the conversations were stimulating and the atmosphere was pleasant. Today, however, the mood was starting to get grayer and grayer, and so was your heart. All you wanted was to go back to the hotel, lock yourself in your room and cry, preferably far away from Hanni. You promised yourself that you wouldn't stay that way, that you wouldn't let your stupid feelings get in the way of such a nice time between you and your childhood friend.   

Since Hanni joined Newjeans, you had seen her less often, but whenever the girl had a few days off and was back home, she would always take the time to hang out with you, and when she talked about this trip, extremely excited, with that smile on her face, you couldn't say no. 

You were in love with Hanni since always, her eyes were beautiful and you could get lost in them all the time, you thought her nose was perfect, she always got mad when you did a little "Boop". And her mouth, you always stared at her, until you realized that maybe you were being too obvious, and that at any moment she could realize that all you wanted most in the world was to kiss her.  

Everything on this trip reminded you of how Hanni wasn't yours, at least not as you wanted. And although all this was torture, you would rather keep your feelings than lose the most special person in your life.   

Hanni didn't seem to realize your need for distance, while all you wanted was a little space - physically speaking - Hanni grabbed your hand so that you walked hand in hand on the sidewalks, she grabbed your biceps when the wind hit her harder and at the end of the day your jacket would smell like Hanni,  after she borrowed it because she forgot hers at the hotel.  

All of this was a constant reminder, "SHE'S NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" written in big letters in your brain. Your heart begging you to make things easier just so it would stop hurting a little. Your stomach could no longer handle the butterflies every time Hanni approached, and your knees wanted to give way every time she touched her hand or her hair, and today it seemed that your whole body had simply given up on you. 

When you felt the first splashes of rain, you and Hanni were very far from the hotel, no taxi around, and what seemed like a disgrace to you, seemed to only amuse Hanni.   

"Come on Hanni, you'll catch a cold if you stay in the rain." You said, walking quickly towards the hotel.   

"Yn, we're going to get wet anyway. The hotel is about seven streets from here." Hanni said, trying to catch up with your hurried steps. "Hey, wait for me, you're moving too fast."   

The amusement in Hanni's voice could be heard clearly, she wasn't bothered by the rain wetting her expensive clothes, honestly, neither were you.   

"yes, I am. Maybe I didn't want to get wet and catch a stupid cold." You said, aggressiveness in your voice.  

"Hey, what was that? What's happening to you?" Hanni said, the shorter girl running and grabbing your arm, turning your body towards her.   

"Hanni, come on, I don't believe you're going to make us sick." Despite the frown on your face, Hanni doesn't understand why you'd be so mad at the rain.   

"What's your problem, Yn? You're acting like this all day." Hanni says crossing her arms. The rain falling on you both. 

Hanni's hair and clothes were already completely soaked, just like yours, and as much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful the shorter girl was.   

"You're my problem, you're making us get wet." You say, trying to continue your way to the hotel, only to be stopped by Hanni once again.  

"No, I don't believe that! You've been avoiding me all day, you seem to want to stay away from me at all times, I can't even touch you and you seem to run away. I tried to be nice and not ask, but you've just been rude to me all day, so come on, tell me, what's your fucking problem?" Hanni says, trying not to yell at you and make the situation worse. 

"YOU'RE MY PROBLEM!" You screamed, tears beginning to fall. "I tried Hanni, I swear I tried to push all that away, but I can't. I love you too much to let you go, and that's my problem. I feel like I'm hiding all the things I've ever felt, I feel suffocated, and all of this is because I just can't say I love you, and not as a friend."   

Hanni was speechless, the thick raindrops falling mingling with the tears of the two of you. Two women standing on the sidewalk, in front of a closed flower shop, while you would let everything you had kept under lock and key finally leave.   

"Every time you hold me, I don't want to let you go Hanni, I don't know how to deal with it, it's too much for me to know that I can't have you as I want, love you as I want. I'm just suffocating and I was just trying my hardest to fight and endure all of this because I don't want to lose you..."   

"You'll never lose me." Hanni interrupts you, her voice low as she shakes her head negatively.  

Grabbing your hands the shorter girl approaches you, her eyes sparkle in tears, but somehow, they don't look sad. And for a moment, you felt that there was still hope for you. 

"I love you too! And not as a friend."  The girl says laughing and fumbling slightly with a sob caused by crying. "I've been waiting to tell you this on the last day of the trip, because I didn't want you to be uncomfortable if you didn't reciprocate my feelings. You can't imagine how relieved I am." Hanni says laughing.   

The shorter girl brings your right hand close to her mouth, giving a light kiss. Hanni smiles through her tears, and you can't help but feel luckier. The girl you've been in love with since you were a child, your best friend, the woman of your life, loves you back.   

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now." You say, placing your hands on either side of Hanni's face.  

"Who's stopping you?" The girl says, with a smile.   

Without saying anything else, you both lean in, bringing your lips together slightly. Kissing tastes sweet, you don't know if it's just Hanni's lip gloss or if your brain is making you feel things, but you definitely love it. The feeling of wasted time being quickly forgotten during the kiss, the falling rain didn't seem to take you out of your own world and anyone who passed by could clearly see that you were the most passionate couple in Paris.    

Moving away slightly, you and Hanni exchanged glances of accomplices, and you swear you fell in love even more, if that's possible.   

"We're definitely going to catch a cold." You laugh at Hanni's speech.   

"I don't really think I care about it anymore." You say, looking at Hanni's smile.   

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care about anything else." Hanni says, kissing your lips once more. 

Well, that was pretty random, but now we officially have Newjeans history! I love Newjeans, actually, these girls were the reason I started paying more attention to kpop.

btw, I recommend you listen to "hold me never let go" by Rocco, this song is fire

[sethcertified]

「 MISSED YOU ON THE WAY OUT ! 」 . . . 📂

one. smau + written

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . jay x male reader

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” frequently attends a karaoke bar; when he meets Y/N who despite plaguing his thoughts keeps escaping from his grasp

When Wooyoung wanted something he got it. And for some horrible reason, he wanted you to hit the local karaoke bar with him. So, despite your protests, you rolled out of bed. Yes, you were still in your pajamas. And yes, Woo had hit the back of your head when you stepped out of your apartment building looking like you just woke back up from a 50 year coma, claiming you’ll, “scare the huzz.” He tried to mess with your hair to try and hide the cowlick sticking awkwardly up from your head before giving up, and ushering you back in to try and appear somewhat decent before the real fun begins.

Slowly but surely, you cleaned up your appearance. And then downed two beers you had stowed away to mourn your loss of sleep. Woo whined at your “pre-gaming” as Jeff Buckley blasted from your phone, claiming that he’d never seen a more depressing sight. Which was fair, honestly.

“Okay, now let’s actually go have fun. At a bar! With better drinks! And music!” Woo said sarcastically as he tugged you through the door, finally having enough of watching his best friend chug beer to his depression playlist. Your finger pressed against the smooth surface of Woo���s cheek as you murmured tiredly through the hallway of your apartment building, “Jeff Buckley is the best music, idiot. But I would kill for an actual drink.” Woo snickered, “Yeah, suureee,” as you two made it to his car. The ride to the bar was quick, probably due to the fact Wooyoung was speeding, but when you’re listening to his playlists— it’s kinda hard not to.

Woo’s hand clenched around your wrist as you two made your way through the entrance of the bar and into the lounge. The smell of booze and cheap liquor made your nose wrinkle, but the atmosphere caught your eye. The lights were dark, but had a misty red light that filled the room that set the tone of the bar perfectly. The bar was crowded, and you naturally shrunk into Woo’s side. People dancing, drinking, chatting, or watching the karaoke stage, awaiting the next sloppy, drunken performance or the rare good performance.

The small stage was empty, but the sight of Woo beelining to the stage with you in tow made you snatch your wrist back. You need a couple more drinks before even attempting to sing. Woo was already preparing his song as you made your way to a quieter corner of the bar. Sitting down on one of the tall stools, you quickly ordered a shot of tequila. Woo’s singing filled the bar’s speakers causing you to spin the seat around to watch his performance with an admiring smile.

“He’s good, huh?” A voice echoed from behind you. You turned to face the man who commented on Woo’s performance with a chuckle, “Oh, yeah he lives for these performances. Even if it’s to a bunch of drunk people who don’t give a shit.” Your eyes caught sight on the man before you as you turned around fully, and felt your heart accelerate. He was gorgeous. Sharp jawline, smooth skin, dark eyes, and a good haircut? Oh, boy. “Holy shit,” you blabbered out.

“Excuse me?” He raised a brow at your comment, but the sight of his dimples calmed your nerves at your stupid comment. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth but he shook his head playfully, “It’s fine. It’s fine. Believe me.” Your eyes drifted shyly, “I promise, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. You’re just.. wow. I mean, fuck. Oh god, I didn’t mean to curse again. You’re just really fucking hot.” You stumbled drunkenly. Plus, with your nerves going haywire around such an attractive guy— everything was stumbling out.

He laughed, and your face felt as if it would explode if it got any more hotter. Of course, you had to make a fool of yourself in front of the hottest guy you’ve ever met. His smile was hypnotizing as he put out his hand towards yours, “I’m Jay. And you..?”

“Y/N!” You said as you threw your hand into his excitedly. First name basis, total win. The handshake lingered, the feel of his hand cupping yours was hard to want to pull away from. The sensation was warming and comforting, and if you were completely honest, you didn’t want to let go. But, of course, fate had to overrule.

“Y/N!!!!!!” Echoed through the crowd. Woo was pushing through the crowd to reach you with a giddy smile, “How’d you like the performance? Too bad you didn’t join me, lame-o.” Woo flicked the back of your head before you elbowed him back in retaliation as you rolled your eyes, “You know I’m more of a watcher, and maybe I would perform with you if you didn’t drag me out of bed against my will.” Woo laughed before shrugging his arm around your shoulders with a mischievous look in his eye, “So, who’s your friend?”

Before you could respond, Jay extended his hand, “Jay. And you are?” Wooyoung took Jay’s hand excitedly, “Wooyoung. I’m Y/N best friend, and I mean best friend, like best, best friend so you have to be nice to him, okay?” You closed your eyes in embarrassment, “We’re calling San, and leaving, Woo.” Wooyoung whined, “But whyyyyyyy???”

“You’re embarrassing me,” you gritted out silently. “IM EMBARRASSING YOU??” Wooyoung yelled out in disbelief as he glanced between you and Jay, “Fine, I’ll leave you and your little boyfriend alone. But just wait cause this next song is gonna be for you for breaking my heart, Y/N.” He said as he turned around with a pout to the karaoke stage. Jay, holding in his laughter, finally busted out a boisterous laugh, “Oh, wow!” You groaned as you rested your head on the bar counter, “Do not laugh at my misery.”

“Sorry, I was just not expecting.. that,” he said through a fit of chuckles. You sighed amused, “No one ever does. He’s a wild child.”

Jay shook his head, “Trust me, my friends can be wild too.” You lifted your head to glance at him with a slight smile, “Well, glad I’m not alone then.”

Jay nodded almost breathlessly, “Yeah. You got me.”

Before you could respond, the mic boomed loudly. Your eyes widened as you groaned. Jay spun around as Wooyoung pointed at you, “This goes out to you in the back,” before pouring his heart to a very drunken remedy of, “All I Wanted” by Paramore.

The bar was full of people laughing at your expense, and you could barely hold yourself from pulling Wooyoung off of the stage. Luckily, San had gotten there in time, and was able to manage him to cut his heartbreak ballad short. You stood up to meet the two as they exited through the door. Jay grabbed your wrist before you could even fully adjust from sitting down most of the time, “Look, I had fun and I actually enjoyed this.. even with your friend. Uhm, here’s my number if you ever want to do something like this or anything else. I just want to see you again.” He said almost nervously, but that added to his charm as you felt your heart race. He pressed a small piece of paper into your palm, “I’ll see you around? Hopefully?”

You nodded excitedly, “Yes, of course. I— gosh, definitely. I will call you, trust!” You said as you started to walk backwards, heading out the door. The smile on your face was bigger than you could ever recall smiling before, and you could feel the heat radiating off your face. Maybe Wooyoung dragging you off to the bar wasn’t so bad after all. The walk to Sam’s car was brisk. Wooyoung was laid down in the back. Climbing into the passenger seat, you leaned your head back with a happy smile dawned on your face.

San dropped you off at your house, and you flopped down onto your bed. The comfort was amazing. Before you could melt into the sheets, your hand dug into your pocket, where you had stuffed Jay’s number. Uncrinkling the little piece of paper to reveal his number, you felt the world around you crumble.

“You have to be kidding me,” you said as you felt the frustration build up within you. “Damnit!”

The numbers were smeared.

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[jimin-bangtan]

⏱️ BTS’s Long Overdue Conversation ⏱️

This post is NOT about the recent AMA situation. It was written long before the AMA controversy, both in my mind and in writing. I held onto it intentionally in order to post before June of BTS's return. Strangely, the AMA fandom revelation and meltdown made me realize that this post was also long overdue.

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Others who speak and write much better than I do have already written on this topic, but I felt I needed to put my thoughts in the arena too.  I have been feeling this way for a long time and have gotten mixed reactions from those I have already shared my thoughts with in conversation. Most people realize that there is a problem but may have differing views on how it should be handled.

NOTE: It's a rather long one. Feel free to skip down past the "HISTORY & EXPLANATION" and "SHIPPING CONTRIBUTIONS" to my “HOPEFUL EXPECTATIONS FOR A SOLUTION" section at the end.

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OVERALL REASON for a conversation

I feel it’s time for BigHit and BTS to directly address the atmosphere and behavior within the fandom.  Even if they cannot convince people to behave better, I feel they need to make clear where they stand on the present condition of their fandom.  A direct conversation could possibly influence a significant number of people to make better choices or to at least not tolerate those who are causing the disruptions and problems. If nothing else, I feel they need to make clear what their expectations are for their fans in regard to the words and actions that are considered acceptable toward other fans, each member, and the group as a whole.

HISTORY AND EXPLANATION of the situation

When BTS began, they were each assigned stage roles that were at times outside of who they genuinely were in personality and character.  For example, I feel it pained Jimin, who is now widely known to be a gentle, polite, thoughtful person, to have to arrogantly yell at fans “Who am I?!?” demanding that they holler out his name in return.  You could see on his face that he did not enjoy having to do that. He was embarrassed to watch replays of it, and he even later remarked that he would be okay never seeing that again, even though I feel he has since come to terms with the moment as part of his story.  

All the members were given some sort of role or situation to play out that gave the public an impression of who they were supposed to be. Jimin’s role happened to be one of the more contrasting to who he actually is, and it might have given the public the wrong idea of him when they believed that he really was that loud, arrogant character they saw. It started his career off by potentially rubbing some people the wrong way.

Along with these types of actions, early on, BTS also participated in some of the more cringy KPop behaviors and activities that I feel only serve to demean and humiliate the idols, even if it entertained some portion of the public.  I also feel much of the situations fostered more internal competitiveness and animosity rather than team building and unity. 

Since BTS was ostracized, ignored and mistreated, by the KPop community and Korean media, they eventually created their own platforms, shows, and content, then chose to drop the roles and much of the destructive behaviors in their own material. They modeled a better way of entertaining without the negative inclusions. They displayed more closeness and unity and chose to minimize actions that were as intentionally unpleasant or demoralizing.

With their immense talent and genuine charm, which could now be seen beyond the strange, less sincere facades, BTS outgrew the KPop industry as its fandom and success exploded. The industry noticed, but instead of determining what made BTS thrive then copying the formula, they often chose to attempt to minimize or erase BTS and their progress. The industry seemed to want to continue the antics, no matter how destructive they were to KPop, the idols, or society at large.

To the industry leaders, emotionally manipulating their fans seemed easier than actually developing sincere emotions and loyalty from their fans (as BTS did).  Exciting fans with strange, “amusing”, suggestive situations or inciting fights between one group or another was easier than creating exciting stages with challenging performances that continued to grow in creativity (as BTS did).  Also, as seen in politics, they felt it was easier to get rid of the opponent rather than to have to do the hard work of keeping up and surpassing the competition's obvious talent and rising power and achievements (or so they thought).

I have recently already written about some of the external forces that had designed goals of infiltrating BTS’s fandom and creating discord and discontent from within the fandom by pretending to be fans. The imitators also would behave badly in public in order to give BTS’s protective, effective, and growing fandom a bad name in the public’s eyes.  (With the obvious attempts to make constant, negative noise around BTS/HYBE, especially during the hiatus, I feel we are underestimating the extent of these fake actors within the fandom.)

Too many of the fandom embraced the interference and engaged in the infighting and destruction. Due to immaturity and hatefulness, some fans initiated damaging interactions on their own. The actions were pitting fandom members against each other but also caused fans to disown and disrespect actual BTS members!!! 

I know.  I have been told that there is a whole "OT7" motto that was used in the fandom, which was supposed to mean that all 7 members were loved and supported equally. Well, based on what I have seen and experienced, it was either untrue from the start or the problems within the fandom destroyed that sentiment in large part. I am shocked and disappointed at the words and actions I’ve seen toward the group and specific members at the hands (& mouths) of the supposed fandom.

SIGNIFICANT CONTRIBUTOR to the problem

In addition to the forced roles that set incorrect interpretations of the members into motion, one of the other main contributors to the ongoing, negative, destructive aura that is permeating the fandom is shipping.  Shipping (for new fans) is a long accepted feature in KPop, where 2 members of a group are considered to be in a supposedly fictional, publicly-acknowledged union, which is often accompanied by a combined pet name, such as "VMin" for a V and Jimin relation“ship”. The short name for these unions is a ship.

Shipping can involve a degree of skinship in order to play along with the excited fans.  Skinship is a performative feature, where the 2 bandmates touch and flirt to titillate fans over the supposedly fake relationship. Interestingly, the ships can exist whether the people involved know about, agree with, or acknowledge the created ship at all. The establishment of said ships originated, I guess, to stir emotions and competition among the fans in order to gain attention and passion for the idols and for the group.  I guess being talented and entertaining weren’t enough.

The long overdue conversation that I feel is necessary would need to be centered in large part around shipping. A lot of the hostility within the fandom appears to be rooted in the shipping insanity.  The envy, hate, and misinformation seems to stem from shipping and the communities that shipping has created - especially those in BTS that involve the Maknae Line members (Taehyung, Jimin, & Jung Kook).

This is because the fans have become emotionally invested and connected to the point that the existence of these relationships have become entwined with their own identities.  Many almost hysterically believe their chosen ships are real and are being harmed by other members in the group or by the company.  It has become a script beyond soap opera (& K drama) proportions.  

BigHit and BTS are guilty of encouraging the shipping culture to varying degrees.  Some of the members (some more than others) did (do?) stoke the fires of shipping within the ARMY fandom for whatever reasons.  When BTS dropped the previously mentioned, disturbing KPop actions early on, I feel BTS did drop a degree of the shipping actions as well.  However, the members still remained close and still were physically affectionate with each other, which may have made it seem that the shipping circumstances were still fully in play.

There are people who confuse genuine physical affection with skinship. In life, some people’s love language is physical affection and with or without a public career, those types of people would choose to express themselves by giving and receiving physical touch.  Culturally, different groups and countries have varying levels of acceptable physical contact with other people, whether same sex or not.  So every affectionate physical touch is not skinship, nor fake, nor inciting shipping.  However, sometimes it is connected to the business purpose of shipping. The problem is often the public's ability to tell the difference.

Idols are entertainers after all, and their job is to entertain the public. Engaging playfully with each other entertains people.  BTS is very good at interacting with each other affectionately and playfully, and their natural camaraderie and appreciation for each other shows. It is one of the features that most people notice about the group, aside from their music.  

People, at times, confuse shipping for what could possibly be friendly interactions - or more controversially, a real relationship.  Shipping, in itself, is supposed to be a fictional pairing of two people. It is also a convenient cover for those who may be in a legitimate same sex relationship, while in the same industry or band, while in a very conservative country, but it can also be used to conveniently dismiss a real relationship that may exist. Thus, the controversy begins.

So the problem is that without any declaration or confirmation from the involved idols, many fans have chosen to declare some of the relationships as real and put an emotional stake in “defending and protecting” the existence of that relationship.  If the relationship appears challenged in any way, vicious words and actions are taken.  In addition to harassment and doxing, the reactions have, more so in recent times, risen to the harmful level of death threats toward the company owners and employees, other fans, family members, and some of the BTS members themselves.

Allowing the uncertainty to remain unchecked, about how BTS feels about shipping and about the reactions within the fandom, has allowed these intense feelings to grow in scope, depth, and intensity.  By there being no consequential responses or pushbacks, the dangerous actors have been silently given permission to continue in this way.

Over the years, there have been a few mild instances where a few BTS members individually attempted to clear up the shipping space, but those efforts were extremely rare and exceptionally mild.  I feel it’s time that the group altogether speaks directly to the fandom about shipping and any other problematic issues. 

Even if they cannot change the minds of those who choose to passionately believe in shipping, they at least should address their expectations for the vile, hateful, nasty comments and/or questions fans are expressing on social media, during their WeLives, in public events, to official government departments, etc. It’s gotten carried away.  It has become dangerous, dehumanizing, and destructive.   

When I first became engaged with BTS, I saw a comment (that I apologize for not being able to give credit to the owner) that said, “Let’s hope the government & media do not destroy BTS from the outside while the fandom destroys BTS from the inside.” At the time, I didn’t fully understand the sentiment, which seemed extreme, but unfortunately I now grasp the intensity of the thought.  How shameful that it’s come to this.

BTS’s fandom grew exponentially fast from the start and then again during the Covid quarantine. BTS were young men paving an unknown path and exceeding everyone’s expectations in the process, including their own. They were too busy, too tired, and too young to know how to manage all of that well, so I am not placing blame at their feet, but I do feel they now need to acknowledge it and provide input. The company was also in foreign territory, where it grew too fast to keep up with all that was happening as well.  However, they have allowed several balls to drop on many business decisions and circumstances, and this is one of them. It is also time for them to act.

MY HOPEFUL EXPECTATION for a solution

Although it may be complicated for BTS to denounce all ships within the group, they at least could firmly, clearly, and directly state their expectations about fandom behavior and the expectation of members’ privacy in the chats and social media conversations. (And by privacy, I don’t mean fun speculation about things that are publicly provided by the members or the company.)

If BTS members are unsure about how it could be done, I have been hugely encouraged by some idols and entertainers who have recently addressed their fandoms and made clear, very politely and professionally - but firmly, that they saw the bad behavior, and it was not what was expected - or they described what was expected.

One was Kim WooSung from the band The Rose.

Credit: Posted by Seoul-Bros

Another was Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids.

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BTS can design their own way of having a collection of realistic conversations with fans about the situation. The coming time seems like the perfect opportunity for them to establish new expectations going forward from this new starting point, as they return from the military and reunite in the next form of BTS, the group. They will have the attention of presently-active fans as well as any people considering being fans as well as any people who left the Army fandom due to the hostility and aggression. 

BTS has graciously and abundantly thanked fans and has repeatedly expressed love and gratitude toward them. A healthy relationship should be honest about the concerns too.

Jung Kook has said on several occasions that he feels relationships should always include consideration, understanding, and respect.  This would be a good time for BTS to take heed to their youngest member’s wisdom and attempt to reset the relationships that they have with fans and that the fans have with each other.  

BTS has done so many exceptional, ground breaking things throughout their career.  I’m sure they could make a significant impact on helping to improve the atmosphere of their fandom - the fandom that they worked so hard to cultivate and grow.

After all, it is long overdue.

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[jackiepackiee]

Oh hey there! This my first time requesting you!

I have a request for chuuya nakahara and dazai osamu. I wanna ask that how would he be a as a boyfriend to a s/o who could control electrons in the atmosphere.

For dazai its how would he confess to girl who he admires for a long time but is scared to lose her, but she confesses to him before he could?

Thank you very much and I love the rule about angst without a happy ending i mean cmon life is tough enough already we all are carrying emotional baggage in some way or the other 😭😭

Love you admin, take care! 💞💞

Trying this again because I finished and tumblr deleted it ALLLL

I love science!

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 & 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶���𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈- 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 / 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾

Will ask the most annoying questions

“Can you make your body a metallic bond so when you’re hit by an enemy, you’re malleable. Oh! Can you make the hatrack an ionic bond so I can make his charges line up and he’ll explode!”

“Dazai… No!

Yall meet a work

He teases you, goes on missions with you, pranks Kunikida with you

But it’s not until your ability goes haywire and you’re hurt one day that he realizes he likes you

From then on, he hugs you when your ability acts up

Nullifying you and getting a hug

A win win in his book

Little things change

He does his paperwork, doesn’t drink as much, teases you more, and makes less suicide attempts

Though, he can’t confess

You’re too good, he can’t ruin you with his depression and violent past

But, what if you say no?

He thinks it’s a lose lose

What a dumb thing for such a smart guy to think?

He finally decided to confess when Ranpo tells him that it’s a good idea

(Ranpo, the world's greatest detective, can obviously tell you like Dazai and he likes you. Why not be the wingman for the new it couple?)

“Dazai… the entire agency knows. And I’ll tell them for you… unless you get me a snack. Yknow, I’m no romance detective, but love is in the air.”

So… he brings you to the Port

Wins you a cute little teddy at a game slot

He’s about to confess

But… before he can speak

“Dazai, I like you!”

You like him. You. So incredibly intelligent, strong, kind? He’s smart, but would’ve never seen this coming

He noticed how the ocean twists

You ability acts up and is causing the hydrogen and oxygen to disconnect

You’re practically shaking with nerves

So… he hugs you

Not a kiss… he would never rush such a perfect moment

The ocean calms, you ability nullifies

Now that you’re dating, the question are WORSE

“Did you change the atoms in my brain so I love you?” “One, no. Two, that’s not how love works!”

Brags to everyone, even if it’s annoying

Just adores you

Thinks he could die happy

Although, he’d much rather live to love you

Makes sure that all your missions are local so he can get to you incase electrons start buzzing around

Calls you dumb things, stupid science jokes, it’s a headache

Overall, so smart but sooo stupid

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶

Thinks you’re the coolest!

Likes to think your abilities are similar and you two have a connection

Also… a bit dumb

So he asks so many questions

What, he’s fascinated with you and he wants to know as much as he can

“Valence electrons? What?” “What do ya mean I can’t see em? Too small?”

Even if he’s technically the strongest in the entire Port Mafia, thinks you’re better

I mean, he can control gravity but you can manipulate matter!

Thinks that you’re a gift for all his years of hell and unluckiness

Even if you’re just a friend… for now

Never EVER lets you go on missions alone

Makes sure at least one of his trusted subordinates is with you

And if that can’t happen, he’ll make sure Mori gives Chuuya you’re a dangerous work

He’ll miss sleep to take your work, just so you’re safe

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’ll float you off the ground

Makes sure that you can calm down

Maybe it’s the air higher up, maybe the scenery?

Or… maybe it’s his arms wrapped tight around you

He realizes during one of these moments how much he loves you

“Shh, it’s okay. You ability is stable and you’re safe.”

After asking Kouyou for advice, he’s ready to confess

Buys roses, wine, a jazz record, and a little stuffed animal

Knocks on your apartment when…

You open the door… looking stunning.

“Chuuya? What’re you doing here?”

A gorgeous red outfit, styled hair and makeup. He used his ability to float the gifts to the ceiling so you wouldn’t see.

“Oh… you look pret- I mean! You’re so dressed up.”

“Yeah… was about to leave.”

His heart sunk, although his cheeks warmed at the sight of you in such a beautiful outfit.

“Do you have a date?”

“Date? No, I don’t.”

What a relief!

“Well, what’s the occasion?”

“… I really like you Chuuya! I was gonna try and find you at work now!”

Oh woah… did he just die and go to heaven?

Gives you the sweetest kiss (It’s definitely his first)

Now that you’re dating, he spoils you

Remember how no one is allowed to put you in danger?

Before, he’d let other watch you

But now he’ll clear his day just for your safety

Tries to learn as much as he can about science so he can talk with you even more

“Damn it… electron sea? I thought we had seven seas already?”

Overall? Perfect 11/10

[cherryshortycake]

"You two look like love birds" for whoever you want.

~Bakugou x Reader~

• summary: On a mission, as backup from UA for the hero’s. Class 1-A is called in for back up for the pros, the class is stuck evacuating civilians as pros take care of business.

• pairing: Bakugou x (fem) reader •

As the hours went on, class 1-A did what they were assigned to do by the pros. Which was to evacuate civilians from their homes incase of an emergency attack that was planned by the League of Villains. Which the pros never could figure out if it was a fake attack, which to them, they took it as real and made sure everyone was safe.

As for the students, evacuating the civilians. They broke up into groups to make things less complicated.

“Again, don’t be afraid to ask for anything during the evacuation!” Deku said easing the crowds minds from any overwhelming feeling from the evacuation.

“Could your voice be anymore annoying?” The ash blonde hot head said, snapping back at the boys request.

“Kacchan, I thought we discussed groups to stick with, you should probably get back to your group-?” The boy responded with a somewhat worried expression.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever, was already heading that way, nerd.” Bakugou said back, sounding somewhat monotone calm.

As he walks back to his group was which You, Todoroki, and Him. Walking back, the clicking sound of his gauntlets, alerting you he’s approaching up behind you.

You turn around at the sound and asked “where were you?” Curious expression.

“He helping that nerd evacuate correctly” He responded Back.

“Then why can’t you do that with your assigned group then?” You spat back. Not mad or anything just curious on why he took off.

As the boy was about to reply in a snappy tone she interrupted him.

“Well that doesn’t matter no more at the moment. What matters right now is helping this women look for her lost dog” you turn to the lady which was talking to todoroki about ‘her baby boy is missing’ which was her 5 year old pet dog is missing.

As you turned back to her to ask her “where was the last place you seen your baby boy at?” By giving her shoulder a comfort squeeze.

“He was in his play area enjoying his space” the old women replied starting to tear up.

You looked at Todoroki and told him “Bakugou and I will find him, you help this lady to the evacuation building” you looked at the women one last time “I promise you we will find your boy and bring him home to you.” Giving her a soft smile and nod before Todoroki responded “Right” with a serious nod.

You looked back at the ash blonde and opened your mouth. “Let’s go bakugou.”

“Why do I get stuck looking for some dumb dog, when I should be on the front line exploding everyone..?” He said rolling his eyes, while following you to the women’s valley apartment place.

You meet the front door of the place and nudge it open with your foot, walking in shortly after slowly walking in.

“Hey boy? You in here?” You called out hopping the dog would respond and come out.

As walking in further you stopped to look at the picture frame of the older women with her grandchildren which was on a night stand in the kitchen, giving a soft smile to the photo as walking deeper in the dark atmosphere apartment.

“Aren’t you suppose to be looking for this stupid dog not snoop around this hags belongings..” he said leaning on the door frame with his arms cross.

“And aren’t you supposed to be helping me” you snapped back, looking directly at him crossing your arms to.

“I didn’t ask to be dragged here. Now did I?” He said. Glaring at her with a somewhat grinning smirk.

As you were about to walk towards him to give him a word on his attitude, the young dog runs out of the bathroom wagging his tail and jumping up to you.

“THERE YOU ARE BOY” You said happily, picking the dog up. Walking towards the door.

As Bakugou says “finally” under his breath.

You give him a glare and rolled your eyes, then have a playful smile. Continue walking to the evacuation building to find the women, as walking you trip on a pothole in the road and Bakugou catches your upper arm and says “Watch it.”

“Sorry, thanks, should have been more aware of my surroundings” you said to him defending yourself. Not aware his hand is still on your arm, right when removing his hand the old women’s run up to the duo and takes the dog out of your hands. Starts peppering him with kisses.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you sweethearts! My baby’s safe” the women said with tears holding the dog tight, dog licking her hand and face in sign of affection.

“Yeah, and don’t let it happen again.” Bakugou said. As you hit the back of his head and snapped at him, bakugou growls quietly at your colliding hand to the back of his head.

“Be nice bakugou.” You said softly and quietly

While looking at bakugou with a side smile and him turning his head, lip puffed.

The old women remarked “well don’t you two look like a couple of love birds” She said walking away chessing to herself with what she just said, which causes you two stiff at her remark.

Looking at him all he responded with was “Tsk…”

Him and you both turning around to help the others again.

“So? You don’t disagree??” You said nudging his arm and smiling teasingly.

“WHAT?!” He replied louder than earlier.

“You think we look like a couple of love birds? You didn’t protest against it so?? You teased at him smiling.

He nudged your arm back and responded back with a simple “shuddaup idiot”

You smiled to yourself as you both continued to walk about to the group.

I guess you’re growing on him…

[stayandot8]

Touches

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: mentions of anxiety

asked and answered. Hopefully you like it, anon. I hope you feel better. And remember, there's always a place for you here. ♥️

WC: 1.1k

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Anxiety is a bitch. 

Everytime my leg started shaking or my fingers were looking for something to pick at, I knew I was in trouble. It wasn’t even a conscious decision most times. I wouldn’t even notice it until my mother would put her hand on my knee and squeeze, giving me a look that said ‘please for the love of god, stop’ and those were never fun to be on the other side of. When I would catch myself doing it, I would try to stop, but it would take some unknown edge off of whatever emotion I was feeling a little too much of. Just letting it out was the only way it wouldn’t explode out in some destructive manner. Letting something else be stimulated was better than any other alternative. Or something like that. That was how it felt anyway. And those fidget toys didn’t really help either. They were fun for a bit, but when I needed them, I wouldn’t be able to find one.

When I started dating Chris, it didn’t stop per say, I would just catch myself doing it less. I would be distracted with something we were doing or he would have enough of my attention that it wouldn’t be deemed necessary by my subconscious. But when it was quiet, when it was just us two, I would find myself doing it again. Sometimes I would feel the pads of my thumb, looking for something to pick at or my foot would be moving of its own accord and I would force myself to stop before he noticed. It never worked though. 

He was always subtle with it too, never bringing it to my outright attention. When he saw my feet tapping, he would start tapping too. His fingers would start tapping on my thigh like a drum, like he was going along with me to some silent song or beat that only we could hear. Or his feet would start to tap all on their own. Both instances he would start bobbing his head along with whichever it was whether he was in a conversation or not. He would say it wasn’t because of me, but sometimes he would start right after I stopped. Like we were in sync. 

We were waiting for someone in this large boardroom, sitting on different chairs next to each other. Chris didn’t tell me what we were doing in here, but all eight of them were talking joyously around me, all smiles and jokes. I assumed it wasn't anything serious if the atmosphere of the room was any indicator. I just didn’t know what I was doing here.

Chris was immersed in a conversation with Felix about something else to do with their homeland, paying me no mind. Which was fine, I didn’t expect his attention all the time. He had other things to think about. He was turned away from me, talking avidly. The spark had returned to his eye for the first time in a whale now that promotions were done, and it was the most relaxed I’d seen him in days. The preparations for their upcoming dome tour were causing him to come home and immediately crash with only enough energy to strip and koala himself around me. He rarely got sleep without me there, and I just plain didn’t sleep without his radiator for a body next to me. 

I was looking around the room for anything remotely interesting to look at. These JYP rooms were so boring. All white walls and tan long tables that added no extra color to the room. Not even any decorations on the walls to distract a person should they deem the meeting uninteresting. Maybe of of Hyunjin’s paintings could go up there. That’d be nice. Maybe some curtains over that window too…

A hand had reached for mine, brushing his thumb across my lip as he pulled mine away from my mouth. It pulled me from my daze, the familiar veiny hand knowingly taking mine. Without even glancing my way, he pulled my hand into his lap and started to use my nails to trace across the pads of his own, a comforting touch.

It was mindless. Subtle enough to anyone looking at us to only see that we couldn't stand not touching each other. But for me, it was a way to stimulate my hands without being too much of a distraction, one of my biggest discomforts. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be seen, but to be noticed when the attention was on something else was not high on my to-do list. Ever. 

The grain against my nail was enough to pull me down to earth, Chris’s gentle press on them an invite to join in on their conversation. Silent communication was what we were good at. 

“These walls are so boring. They should put one of Hyunjin’s paintings up or have him draw something for them.” I interjected when there was a slight pause. 

“I was just saying that the last time we were here! Wasn’t I?” Felix looked to his elder, who smiled brightly at our conjoined hands. 

“You did, you did.” He chuckled at how excited Felix had become at the mention of his member’s hobbies. He was still running the pads of his fingers over my nails gently, just enough to tickle. 

“I think he could put one of the flowers over on that wall, really. It would liven up the place. Maybe someone would actually be excited to have a meeting. Hey hyung!” Felix turned away to tell his member, leaving Chris and I to stare at our hands together. 

“Why am I here? This doesn’t have to do with me, does it?” I whispered in his ear, a slight quiver giving me away as I nudged my shoulder into his. 

“No, baby, no. It has nothing to do with you. You just make these things so much easier. I can concentrate with you here, as weird as that sounds. You make my brain go quiet.” His eyes were shining at me and I couldn’t fight my grin if I wanted to. 

“You know what’s funny? You do the same for me.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. 

“Besides, there’s no confidential information in this one so I thought you could tag along to keep the boys in line while I talk.”

“I don’t remember adopting seven kids to keep in line?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You did when you said yes to dating me.” He kissed my hand again as the door opened, people filing in and taking their seats. I watched them come in and whispered back to him. 

“I want another look at those papers.” He turned back to me and shrugged.

“Not my fault you didn’t read the fine print.”

Bastard.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Adulation ❙ ES Megatron x Human OC!Rosie ❙ Secret Santa Gift ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1900+

Warnings: Smut ( oral, size difference, interfacing, spark play and robot on human ). NSFW 18+.

Notes: This is a secret santa gift for @spectralquartzafterdark through a discord event. This was a fun experiance. I don't own the OC. Merry Christmas everyone. 💚

Story inspired by At Last by Etta James. 🥰

☕ Coffee

"Megatron?"

Rosie calls out to him after entering what used to be the home base for G.H.O.S.T. and now given to the remaining autobots and decepticons for them to work on the space bridge. The area was quiet, as if no one was around, and this confuses Rosie. Usually there were a few others out and about.

Hearing the soft pleasant music down the hall gains her attention, and follows towards the music, hearing it grow louder before entering Megatron's personal room, only to be confronted by the blue jazz music playing and dim lights that give a soft warm atmosphere. She can't help but smile softly, looking around as she comes into the room and is approached by Megatron, holding his mass displacement.

"What is this?" Rosie loves the romance blooming around her, making her heart flutter with warmth and joy. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Do we need a reason? I only wished for us to spend this evening together. I asked for everyone to keep themselves busy, away from us, so we won't have any disruptions." Megatron answers through a tender purr as he smiles at her.

Rosie's smile turns into a smirk. "Oh really? And what didn't you want anyone to hear?"

Megatron closes the distance between them, caressing her chin before whispering into her ear. "Your howls of pleasure."

A pleasant moan bubbles from Rosie, feeling goosebumps exploding through her body as she feels her legs grow weak simply by his words and touches. That's all it takes.

"That sounds incredible." Stepping closer, Rosie slides her hands over his broad shoulders and rests them behind his helm, bringing him closer and sharing a tender kiss.

Megatron lets out a low purr from his chassis, delighted by her tenderness, something he hasn't really received over his long period of time throughout the war.

"I want to thank you." He says as he breaks the kiss, looking fondly into her eyes, and sadness. "I feared I would lose you, and I don't know how I would manage without you. I'll admit, for a time I thought you were interested in Optimus, you two seemed so close."

"That's because you're the jealous type." Rosie teases him.

"It's my nature, that won't change." Megatron then grows soft again. "Thank you for giving this old fool a chance. Very few have ever shown me kindness, not that I deserve it, but you gave me a chance to be happy again. I'll forever cherish you, my beautiful flower."

His words hit hard, causing Rosie to tear up as she tries to hold them back, not wanting to look like a sobbing mess. "Oh Megs..."

"Tonight, I want you to be happy, whatever you want." His smile turns into mischief. "Any of your desires you would like to undertake?"

Rosie's smile turns wicked, biting her lower lip as she hums in thought. "Yeah, there is. I want you to be creative, to take control and fill me, breed me, that's what I desire from you." She slides her hand up along his chassis earning a low purr from his chassis of approval.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

Megatron is gentle as he removes the clothes from her, purposely going slow and touching her warm skin under the pads of his digits, optics roaming over her body, admiring every inch of her beauty. He likes what he sees, an exotic beauty he's never seen before that has become his obsession.

Rosie relishes just how he maps out her body with both his servos and optics, it makes her feel very special, attractive. She stands still for him while letting him take control over her, waiting for anything he might have to say, or even order her.

"I have an idea." Megatron says while in thought. Once naked he leads her over to the bed, laying down first and pulling her down with him. "Turn around, straddle me, and let us both orally pleasure one another."

That sounded like a good idea to Rosie, and she's more than happy to comply. "Sounds delicious."

Rosie finds herself on top of Megatron, face first at his throbbing spike with her bottom half facing the other way, soaking pussy directly in Megatron's view. Licking her lips early she takes hold of his prized member, giving him a firm stroke before wrapping her lips across his twitching tip.

Megatron lets out a lengthy moan feeling her warm lips wrap around him, hips slightly jerking up against her mouth, before he tugs her legs and opens her pussy lips for him. "A beautiful and eager opening, darling. I want you to always be ready for me like this, soaking wet and dripping. Your smell is intoxicating, almost making me feel dizzy."

She responds by moaning around him, sucking more of his length and pumping his base, hips wiggling with need for him to do something else with this broad glossa of his. Megatron seems to understand and tugs her closer towards his mouth by her upper thighs, and he drags his glossa across her pussy and sensitive clit, earning a muffled mewl as Rosie slowly bobs her head over him.

Smirking he does it again, tasting her sweet nectar that makes him drunk, before he plunges his glossa into her depths and swirls it around her inner channel, vibrations come through his hungry moans against her as he gently moves his waist up against her mouth, drinking up everything she gives with greed.

Rosie responds by gently humping back against him, taking more of his spike and deep throating him with skill. She loves it, his greed for her, lust, whatever she can give he'll take all for himself. Megatron's digits grip into the soft flesh of her ass, massaging each cheek and giving one side an elastic slap, causing Rosie to let out a muffled yelp before moaning more eagerly around him.

"Such a beautiful melody." Megatron moves away from her pussy, licking his lips as he speaks, a broad smile stretched upon his face. "I want you to sing like that for me always, and so many more."

Rosie removes her mouth from his spike letting out a wet pop before glancing behind at him lustfully. "Your tongue is truly extraordinary against my pussy. I feel so empty, please, I want you in me."

Megatron doesn't need to be told twice. He suddenly moves himself, keeping her on her hands and knees as he kneels behind, lifting her waist up to line himself perfectly against her dripping core. Moving his hips, he slides his spike between her pussy lips and across her clit, gently humping her while letting out deep moans that erupt from his chassis.

Rosie keeps herself balanced on her hands and knees, constant soft mewls sounding from her as she humps in sync with Megatron's movements against her. He's being gentle right now, but not for long, and she is ever so eager to be drilled by her lover.

As if reading her thoughts he presses his thick spike against her pussy and thrusts in, stretching her channel as the ridges along his spike stimulate against her inner walls before finding himself pressed fully against her ass, both his and her own uprooted moans filling the room.

"Oh fuck!" Rosie curses out as her hands grip into the sheets, feeling her body quiver through her heated arousal blooming through her. "Megs, you feel so big in me!" His spike creates a swollen bump at her belly and feeling it twitching wildly within her depths.

Megatron lets out a soft chuckle before leaning across her back, tilts her head to the side and shares a kiss with her. "I always enjoy burying my fat spike in you, darling. I want to breed you, fill you deeply, and let us see if we can create a sparkling tonight."

The very thought of having his children causes her to hump back against him eagerly. "Do it, breed me, fill my belly!"

That's all Megatron needs to hear before all self control vanishes. He moves his waist, thrusting back and forth into his human lover, grunting firmly with each thrust given with the sounds of her skin slapping against his metal thighs, digits gripping into her waist as he tugs her back against his movements and watches his thick spike entering her over again. She's a beautiful addiction, and he needed more.

Grabbing a fist full of her hair he tugs her back making her grunt out but moans in delight between clenched teeth as he picks up his movements again, tugging her back repeatedly onto him by her hair, followed by his rugged moans.

"Such a beautiful tight human you are, Rosie." He says between firm thrusts, grunting as he drives right back into her over again. "You're mine, all mine. I'm the only one who can ever fuck you, understood?"

"Fuck. Yes. You...yours!" Rosie squeals out with her head tugged back by her hair and feeling her ass cheeks rippling with each sturdy thrust delivered. She can feel his spike descend down repeatedly against her belly, causing her to let out a heated gurgled moan as she can feel her juices seeping down her inner thighs from her pussy. "Please...I want...to touch your spark!"

It's Megatron's favourite thing, feeling her soft fingers and warm tongue against his pulsing spark, and the very thought makes his spike jerk. Without answering he pulls out and flips her over, tugs her into his broad lap and helps her sink down onto his length again before opening his chassis and revealing his pulsing spark to her.

Rosie doesn't hesitate to lean closer as she grins herself down against Megatron, rocking her waist eagerly, before she gently cups Megatron's luminous spark and drags her tongue across the pulsing orb.

"Primus..." Megatron isn't one to curse out the name often, but when he does, it means something deep rooted has been dug up, and right in the moment it was his Rosie who was making him feel more alive than ever before.

His hips move up against her rocking motions, servos wrapped tightly against her back as she suckles at his glowing spark like a hungry sparkling, sending new pulses of arousal through his frame that swells within his spike throbbing in her clenching depths.

Rosie craves more, greed consuming her as she rubs at her clit, feeling her orgasim approching rapidly and the need to cum screams throughout her mind. The sound of Megatron's heated grunts fills her ears and lets out a delightful hum against his spark, feeling his spike twitch more that says he's close himself.

"Rosie, my rose, my flower!" He can't hold it back anymore and lets himself go, a heavy echoed moan crawling out from his vocals that shakes through the room, everything within him bursting with sparks of energy that also eject out from his spike.

Rosie mewls loudly as her orgasim erupts through her body, feeling her belly fill with his thick fluids and expand out against her, creating a bump that just about makes her look pregnant. What a beautiful thought she thinks to herself. Giving his spark one more kiss she moves away, panting heavily as she looks up at him through lusty eyes. "Fuck, that was intense. Look, I look like I'm carrying your child."

Megatron smirks through his heated vents and touches her swollen stomach under his padded digit. "So beautiful. I wish I could see you like this always, swelled and full."

"Guess you'll have to always fuck me than, darling." Rosie kisses his lips tenderly, making him smile in return.

"No argument there."

[marcelloshdz]

stranger

summary: when you meet a beautiful stranger one night, you can't help but to continue thinking about him. inspired by the song "stranger" by andrea russett.

it wasn’t often that you found yourself obsessing over man. especially one that you didn’t even know. but, that all changed, rather quickly, when you saw him.

you were out at a bar one night with some of your friends, needing a relaxing night after an especially draining work week. you had already made it through a couple of drinks, and were feeling the warmth course through your body. the place you were at was new, somewhere that neither you or any of your friends had ever been to before. the atmosphere was nice, the music was good, and you were especially happy to be there.

you’d just gone inside from the patio to order another round of drinks for your group, when you were met with a small line. as you stood there, you couldn’t help but catch a whiff of the cologne the guy in front of you was wearing.

“excuse me,” you said softly, and he turned around, “i don’t mean to sound weird, but your cologne smells really good.”

“oh! thank you. it’s a new one that i just got, so i wasn’t too sure about it. but, i’m glad it smells good to other people.” he said with a smile. he had the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen, and you caught yourself swooning.

“you’re welcome.” you said awkwardly, like a teenager who had immediately fallen head over heels for this man. he had a perfectly messy mop of brown hair atop his head, with soft brown eyes to match. 

you watched as he walked up to the bar, ordered two drinks, and turned to go back to wherever he came from. he gave you a small nod as he walked away. you smiled at him and stepped up to the bar, almost forgetting what you wanted to order.

throughout the rest of the night, your mind was preoccupied with him. you didn’t even know his name, or anything about him, but he took up every single thought you had the entire night.

for the next two weeks, all you could think about was the beautiful stranger you met at the bar. you had dreams about him, over romanticizing a fictional life with this man, who, for all you knew, could’ve been unavailable. picturing yourself with him in all these romantic situations, your brain was on the verge of exploding.

“y/n, get it together. if you’d told anyone about this, they’d think you were a freak.” you said to yourself, trying to shake the thoughts from your head.

you ended up back at that bar the following friday with another friend of yours. you’d been there for a few hours, and, much to your surprise, he was there too. 

you were at a table inside this time, and he was ordering drinks when he saw you. you looked up and saw him walking towards you, and you gave him a shy smile.

“hey stranger.” he said sitting down at the table with you.

“wow. i never thought i would see you again. i didn’t think i was ever going to come back to this place.” you said with an awkward smile.

“maybe it was me that brought you back here?” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“did you manifest this?” you teased.

“possibly.” he laughed.

the two of you ended up talking for a good while. it was as if you’d known each other for years, and were spending the time catching up on missed time. the way you spoke with each other was as if you knew exactly what the other was going to say. you’d never been this comfortable in a conversation before.

a little while later, the friend you were with finally came back to the table.

“oh? who’s this?” they asked when they walked up to you.

“this is..”

“marcello,” he answered without missing a beat, introducing himself to your friend. it was then that you realized you still hadn’t asked him his name.

“we met here about a week ago, and we just so happened to be here at the same time again tonight.” you said.

“okay, well it looks like you two are enjoying your night. i’ll leave you be.” your friend said as they walked away. they turned around and gave you a smirk and wagged their eyebrows at you. you just rolled your eyes and you turned your attention back to marcello.

“so, now that you know my name, i think it’s only fair that you tell me yours.” he said.

“y/n.” you said with a smile.

“even more beautiful than i imagined.” he said, and you felt your face flush.

the rest of the night ended up being better than you could have ever imagined. you and marcello spent the evening together, him introducing you to his friends, you introducing him to yours. your groups meshed so perfectly together, and you were glad that you were all having such a great time.

once you finally decided to call it a night, you and marcello hung towards the back of the group as everyone walked outside.

“so, it was great seeing you again tonight.” you said as he stood with you, waiting for your uber.

“really great, actually.” marcello corrected, looking down at you with a smile. “would you wanna go out again sometime? maybe to a different place, on an actual date?”

“i would love to.” you said, nodding your head. you swapped phone numbers, and immediately started throwing around first date ideas until your uber arrived.

once you finally made it home, you saw that you already had a text from marcello.

“i don’t mean to keep repeating myself, but i’m so glad i got to see you tonight. i hope you have a good rest of your night, and i hope you sleep well. i’ll be looking forward to our date. :)”

you sent him a quick reply, wishing him a good night as well, and reciprocating his excitement about seeing each other again.

you were so glad he became more than just a stranger.

[starrygalazy]

what exactly is stellarkinesis?

Ok first off, sorry for answering this so late, you caught me during my designated art time for a thing I'm working on

Second, glad you asked!

Stellarkinesis is the power or ability to manipulate star matter

In some contexts, this means you can quite literally manipulate stars in the sky, depending on the author/world.

On the other, I've mostly seen it depicted in the sense of being able to form star/galaxy matter out of thin air, usually for projectiles

...

..

.

SO IN THE CONTEXT OF STARBORNE-

The only stellarkinetic relevant to the story of Starborne is Astrea. Does that mean she's the only stellarkinetic in the whole universe? Absolutely not, there's a good few others even if stellarkinesis is one of the more rare adaptive powers.

But for the sake of this rant, I'll explain with Astrea as my primary reference.

So, elemental powers in Starborne don't create any new elements out of thin air- just manipulates them so they appear to form/increase out of thin air?

"But Star, how does that come into context in Starborne? How does that work?"

Ever heard the phrase "everything is made of stardust"?

Yeah, it's essentially that.

Starborne is set in a futuristic, semi dystopian world which adapts far different than our current world, so therefore the atmosphere is different as well.

And there is quite literally star matter ALL AROUND in the air. It can't be identified with traits on a periodic table, but you essentially got little bits and particles of stardust from things like dead, exploded stars, materialized nebulae, and a bit more like that mixed all in the air, and humans? Most non-stellarkinetics don't notice any changes in air with higher star matter concentration or not. It's essentially an atom-level filler for the space between air particles. (Take that last sentence with a grain of salt, it might change in the future).

But stellarkinesis essentially works by taking the star matter in the air and concentrating it, and the star matter holds memory from whatever it used to be. When concentrated, all that memory mixes together and becomes, quite literally, a little nebulae and stars within someone's hands, or wherever they're aiming to make it- typically, close to their body. Most powers work that way, you have more potential if you're closer to the element itself. So stellarkinetic people are typically lucky, they're quite literally always surrounded by their element!

Then again, some places have less concentration than others, depending on what's currently in the air. Underground, windy, and air polluted areas tend to have less star matter concentration than open, calm, cleaner spaces. Its still there, just maybe not enough for someone who's not very strong in her powers to do much.

SPEAKING OF STRONG IN HER POWERS!!!

The power system for all elemental abilities in Starborne works similarly to any other muscle- the more you use it, the more you can do with it. So a child or someone who never uses their powers for anything could barely be able to form a single cloud or star. In Astrea's case, we see her growth throughout the series, but in Season 1, she's strong in a recreational sense. She'll use her powers mostly to entertain herself and have something to look at when light pollution takes over the city at night, but her abilities are hardly anything strong enough for her job- mostly so she stays undetected, it's easy to be identified through elemental powers these days (even if the police just don't give a fuck).

But on that note, stellarkinesis CAN be used as a weapon!

Remember how I said earlier what star matter in Earth's atmosphere is made of? Yeah, direct empty space is also a contributing factor within those concentrations. All of that, if concentrated enough, kind of overpowers and pushes out oxygen particles. Meaning it can be used as a suffocation tool.

Also, since it's quite literally the matter of dead stars which hold their own memory, those things can get HOT. A star in a recreational nebula feels something like a grain of sand from one of the hottest summer days- just one grain of sand. However, if concentrated further with more matter, you can end up with a pretty decent projectile that leaves one hell of a burn. (Allister hates that bc its 'stepping on his gig' ("Fireballs are MY thing, how come you get to have a hotter and brighter one?!"))

And there's MORE!!!!

Most elements, with proper training, can be manipulated in a way to act as another appendage. So have you ever seen a literal rope of nebulae cloud and stars? No? Just wait for the next 2 seasons, you'll absolutely know what I mean. Handy tool? Yep. Good for helping others out of tight spots? Maybe, if you can control the stars size. Useful as a painful whip? What the hell, of course!!!

And guess what? THATS STILL NOT ALL.

Training yourself to your element is grueling work. And eventually you'll get to a point where you've gotten REALLY GOOD.... but you're stuck. You've hit a plateau. No matter what you do, you're not getting better.

The best way I can describe this is there's an unseen/unspoken level system, like a video game, only you have no idea what level you're exactly at in the game. You just gotta trust that you can keep improving until you can't, if you're serious about it. Most civilians don't get past level 10-20 in their lifetimes. Casual fighters, elemental scientists, and meditaters average out around 45. Dedicated trainees and serious fighters power plateau hits at level 75-80.

Sooooo how do you unlock those last 25-20 levels?

Well. Part of the training experience is exposing yourself to your own element, over and over. So in Astrea's case, that takes form in staying outside a lot, especially at night when she can connect with the sky (if it's even visible), or going up to high altitudes where the concentration of star matter is denser.

But when the body has adapted to those relatively safe, somewhat controlled environments? What happens? You have to break the plateau somehow.

And this is where most people stop. Because you need to expose your body to the element in a way that human bodies are... not exactly meant for.

I'm talking about a life threatening natural event.

Getting caught in a wildfire. Nearly drowning. Almost freezing to death. Being poisoned by plants in a forest or crushed by a pile of trees.

Getting stuck in space.

And you can't curate or control these kinds of events either, not easily. Not saying it's impossible, but the amount of times an event like that has been controlled and actually broke the plateau is countable on one hand. You can NOT fake these plateau-breakers.

That also goes for protection. You can't walk into a forest fire with a fireproof suit, or carry antidote on you, or have an oxygen mask nearby. It has to be a raw, brute force against your body that sends it into survival overdrive, and physically overcomes itself and it's own limitations in order to gain the upper hand against the literal force of nature that it once basically was a vessel for.

So in short, plateau breaking events are meant to send you into fight or flight so your body has no choice BUT to overcome its limits and master the element in order to keep you alive.

Keep in mind, the majority of these people do NOT survive these sorts of things. I can NOT stress enough how dangerous these events are. Even those who survive, a lot of them are left with permanent disfiguration, medical complications, and more due to how severe that physical trauma can be.

.... all that being said.

It is possible for someone to break their plateau before ever even hitting it. There are some instances of people breaking their plateaus when they're incredibly young due to unfortunate circumstances. Those people tend to have powers more advanced and even a bit uncontrollable for their age- control and power are both learned and gained through age, so it's a matter of being able to get a handle on both of those.

But yeah, some people break the plateaus young, and might even be able to savor the rewards of it in the future. Which, of course, are fantastical, extraordinary abilities that have incredible potential.

Some of these huge abilites include being able to drop an entire room down to subzero temperatures while simultaneously growing ice spikes taller than houses, or forming ice on the driest ground below you simply as you walk, even to the point of skating on it like Frozone from the Incredibles.

OR being able to so easily control the waves of the sea to the point you can cause or prevent entire tsunamis the size of skyscrapers.

Or, in Astrea's case-

.....

Actually no. You can find that out for yourself.

I will say this though, for some elements, the stronger you get with them, the more you can control specific aspects of them. So for pyrokinetics, maybe you'll take an interest in volcanic rock or embers even if you can't manipulate rock or wood matter. Or a hydrokinetic, manipulating bodily fluids to get all the sweat off you in one quick motion, or all the water from deep within the ground if you need some in a pinch. Wet clothes? Not a problem. I have yet to determine if this sort of categorical focus can also apply to stellarkinetics, but probably so, based on the type of space matter they want to use.

I know this was meant to just be about stellarkinesis

But the truth is, if you wanna understand one of the elemental powers, you gotta understand the concepts that apply to all of them. They're fantastic powers that not everyone has the pleasure of inheriting, but they have their own rules of nature that have to be understood.

So

I think i got all the major parts

Thank you for this!!!

[81buttons]

Our divine idylle

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐈

you can also find this fanfic in french on my wattpad

masterlist ‘Our divine idylle’

summary: The sound of footsteps, soft words from parents, a few tears from mothers and children, the train ready to leave - this is the normal atmosphere of a new school year. Like every Hogwarts students, they met for the first time in the train, but little did they know at the time that from that moment on they would never let go of each other… Lucy Gilmore, come from a large and noble pure-blood family, and has just started her first year at Hogwarts. It was simple, she had to get on the train, sit next to the other children from pure-blood families, pray to get into Slytherin, make her parents proud, finish her studies, find herself a good husband, have male heirs and play the perfect wife for the rest of her life… That was plan A, but she didn't want to follow it and literally threw it away. She loves reading, playing Quidditch and playing pranks on the Slytherins. She's determined to go against her family and enjoy her life at Hogwarts with her friends. However, she never thought anything would happen to disrupt her 'plan B'. From practical jokes to shaky plans of attack and dubious outings to Honeydukes, follow the adventures of our favourite Hogwarts gang.

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(Alicia Silverstone as Young Lucy)

Right in his seat, he was surprised by the young girl's request. Of course she could sit with him, he wasn't that rude. Trembling, he began to examine the girl who had just sat down in front of him.

He'd seen very few girls in his life, in fact he could count them on the fingers of his hand. However, even if he wasn't an 'expert' on the subject, he had noticed that girls were quite discreet, calm and generally quite shy. They always stood up straight and smiled discreetly, as if they wanted to be forgotten by the world.

One of his childhood friends, Amélia, was a girl like that, always very pretty but never very talkative, even less so than him. His father had told him at the time that this was what was called behaving like a "Lady"; and as he didn't know many girls, he always assumed that they were all like that.

But when he saw the young witch struggling to get her book out of her bag (not discreetly at all) and cursing the whole genealogy of the poor bag, he knew, even if he wasn't an 'expert' on the subject, that this girl was different. Sensing that she was being watched, she raised her head and their eyes met.

He was red-faced with embarrassment, while she still wore that little laughing but embarrassed smile

Then she finally managed to get her book out of her cursed bag, she exploded with joy and let out a cry of relief. He couldn't help laughing, discreetly but enough for her to hear. Calm returned and the two pairs of eyes met again.

"Oh, you're reading The Three Musketeers! I love that book!"

Stunned by this girl's spontaneity, he took a few seconds before answering.

"Yes, it's true that it's very good".

"I'm reading Around the World in 80 Days, I like it, it's not bad, have you read Robinson Crusoe?"

Feeling more at ease, he answered easily, telling her how much he had loved that book. Very quickly a conversation about the books they had read began. After a few minutes, she asked him what his name was, realising that he had forgotten to introduce himself from the start.

He replied in an embarrassed voice:

"Remus, Remus Lupin… and you?"

She gave him her famous smile and replied more calmly, holding out her hand.

"My name is Elizabeth but everyone calls me Lucy".

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I hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to publish it as soon as I have time. I apologise for any spelling mistakes in the book and remind you that English is not my first language, feel free to comment

Please note that I do not wish any violent or disrespectful comments towards other users or myself.

byye

[sandymybeloved]

Unsolicited opinions about the colourisation of the Daleks

aka just watch the Peter Cushing movie for the same experience but better

all right, so I watched the colourisation last night, and while I enjoyed it I couldn't help but come away unsure of the point.

So it has two major changes, being in colour obviously, and cutting a 175 minute story down to just 75. going into it I was. most sceptical about it being in colour, just because I didn't think the promotional images looked very good, but overall it looked well done to me, there were a couple of colour choices that threw me off, but it was fine to look at

However, this isn't a story that benefits from being in colour. one of the main things the daleks has going for it is the atmosphere, especially in the dalek city with the long white corridors, adding colour somewhat removed that feeling of sterility and strips the story of its atmosphere. a lot of the moments when I was put off by the colour, maybe even all of them, were in the dalek city, it just didn't quite work the same.

the colourisation wasn't really a problem in the forest in the same way, in fact I quite liked it. one thing I did enjoy that I didn't notice in black and white was the thal trousers having holes cut in the side

one thing that did disappoint was the edited runtime, going in I thought it would work quite well, the daleks has a lot of padding, there's a lot you can remove and the story will still work. the first half hour or so was brilliantly paced so I thought it was going to work but then, The Doctor, Ian, Barbara, and Susan make their escape, the story suddenly feels break neck and difficult to follow, it never quite finds its footing again

another side awkward side affect of cutting the story down is the flashbacks to stuff we've seen in a way that feels awkward and intrusive. apparently this is to hide cuts made within a scene, and is technically necessary so I am willing to forgive it

the thing is, in theory the reduced runtime should work, the Peter Cushing movie is about the same length and tells the same story, it doesn't have pacing issues. the difference of course is that the Peter Cushing movie was specifically written to be it's length where this is cobbled together from a much longer story. the movie also also works in colour because that's what it was made for. and so you reach a point where if you want to watch the daleks in colour, surely Dr Who and the Daleks is the better option as its just more cohesive

(the other problem I had with this, which on its face should only have been a minor change, was the new music. it was pervasive and distracting, an often worsened the pacing issues, it didn't fit and it didn't work and I fi don't at least mention it I'll explode)

(also I enjoyed the montage at the end more than the story itself)

[arcaluna]

Masterpost || Next

Outer Wilds with two siblings (intro to the game 1)

Warning!!!! Outer Wilds spoilers!!!

(please do not spoil me/us the game, I would like to discover it on my own with my brother)

(The Masterpost explain a bit, go read it please)

The game starts like this: we wake up in a clairing to a huge green planet above us, an object in its orbit exploding.

We quickly learn by talking to the alien (a blue guy with 4 eyes, like us apparently?) close to us that we are the new astronaut, ready to go exploring space now, but before doing that, we need to get the launch codes from someone else, in the observatory.

We then enter the little village where we meet friends and maybe family who will then teach and explain to us multiple interesting information... Well mostly, because I don't know if knowing that this guy hates this tree will be interesting…

But anyway, here are the things we learned I bothered noting:

- We need to fear the moment we get our own spaceship. There is that small model of a spaceship for us to learn how to drive the real one... Yeah, it's a miracle someone's not dead or that this thing survived.

But wait! While me and my brother were being dumbasses, I saw that big ass blue planet passing above, the Giant's Deep. So, like any dumb teen, I launched the model up, until it became quite obvious I couldn't reach it. But then, here's the interesting thing: the ship didn't come down on its own. And seeing how much time it took us to be able to see its propulsors again, it might have as well continued on its merry way.

- So we will visit only one star system during this game. The others are like, too far.

- We heard a lot about this Feldspar guy, a hero of the space program and the first Hearthian (our specie's name) to leave our planet's atmosphere willingly. But they disappeared during a space travel, with no news since.

- There is a nice old Hearthian telling us about how they were the one to make all the instruments for the other astronautes, like Chert's drums, Gabbro's flute, Riebeck's banjo and Feldspar's harmonica. Now the question remains: where's mine?

- We learned how to use this thing called an ondoscope during a game of hide and seek. It allows us to hear a sound far away (I don't know how to explain it better). Anyway, it must work quite well since we can hear the music of the instruments on all the other planets.

What's really cool and I learned by accident is that you can listen to the music of multiple astronauts when their planets are close enough in the visor of your ondoscope. And the tunes complete each other? Like the harmonica and whistling we heard?

Oh, and you can listen through the planet you're standing on ....

- There is this cave that can simulate space's lack of gravity, and I would advise switching your lamp off at one point. Just to see the breathtaking simulation of the space's black and starry sky the weird rock of our planet make.

Oh, and moving in space? Not fun. At least my theory with the mini spaceship was right about going on your merry way when launched out of gravity's reach. It means you have to fight to slow down and/or stop tho.

- If we are to believe some guy named Gabbro who visited Giant's Deep, you apparently can't access the center of that ocean planet. And there might be a kraken or something but they might have been drinking before telling that but you'll never know.

- Phantom matter... I am scared to death to be taken by surprise by something that can make someone walking on it by accident lose a leg. Since it can only be seen in photos, let's take a lot of those! Think they'll give me that probe that can photograph everything around?

- Talking about Probes, the observatory's one, made for seeing around the planet, seems to indicate a lot of interesting things on the surface.

Okay it's starting to get long, I'm separating it in two..

Masterpost || Next

[captaincaptainfisher]

Fuck it, literally nobody knows about these characters other than me but I'm posting my shorts about em anyway. Please like my blorbos from my brain

Trip blinked, trying to shake the sleepiness out of his body. Business was slow- the cafe was empty, and he was too tired even for his usual fidgeting. He'd been up practically all night last night, trying to keep from throwing up all the butterflies in his stomach.

He'd messed up several coffee orders already today. His brain was entirely dedicated to nervous anticipation. He had received a letter- one that told of the return of an old friend. The grey dragon who had been his closest friend for years. Who he hadn't seen since his 21st birthday, when he decided he needed to go. Now, today, he would be 25. And from the moment the letter was opened, the only thing on Trip's mind were old memories.

The quiet, skittish shadow of a creature that seemed to solidify and grow when he was around Trip. Making him feel special. The complete lack of judgement that came with his company. Even the occasion they'd shared a kiss... and the one night before he left where they'd shared more than that. *That* was a thought that brought more butterflies than any others.

...But... if he thought too hard, he began to worry. The person who arrived today had been gone almost four years. He might be someone completely different to the young man he had shared a half-romance with. Ajax had changed so much just in the time Trip had known him... The shy boy had come out of his shell, become happier, learned to smile more, learned to deal with his panic attacks, and just... changed. How would be be after such a long time out of the country? Would he even remember Trip? Would he care that Trip had grieved for his best friend when he wasn't there? Would he *remember* what they'd shared together? Did Ajax even know he'd planned his return on Trip's birthday?

A glimpse of grey from outside shook him from his train of overthinking, and something exploded in his chest. His heartbeat seemed to stop entirely, then accelerate from a beat to a jolt. He bit deep into his cheek, focusing on the pain and the taste of his blood, trying desperately to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him when the bell dinged to indicate a customer had arrived.

Footsteps approached the counter.

*Be cool.*

A grey claw, even bigger than he had remembered, rested on the coffee counter.

*Stay calm. Please stay calm.*

"The usual, please."

*Don't freak out.*

He looked up. Half a face beamed at him. One amber eye glowed with an affection he'd never experienced before. And whatever restraint he still held inside of him snapped.

Before he knew it, he was standing on the counter, trying to press their bodies as close together as possible, squeezing so tightly he could never leave again.

And suddenly, they were spinning, strong arms securely around his waist, booming, raspy laughter in his ear. And after a moment that was nowhere near long enough, he was back on his feet. The two stood together, catching their breath, regaining their composure.

"...So... Hi." He said casually.

"Hey. Good to see ya again." Ajax responded, equally cool and unbothered.

Another few moments. Trip awkwardly went back behind the counter, making what he remembered Ajax always ordering.

"Oh, and one salted caramel frappe. With oat milk. For a friend." His ear flicked. That was *his* drink.

"You know I can't just leave the register... Right?" Trip responded, struggling to keep his voice from shaking.

"Oh, I'm sure you have time for a lunch break..." Huh. That was definitely far from the timid, obedient creature he knew... But not in a way he minded. Plus, Ajax was right. He would have sold that coffee shop right now just for another moment with his old friend.

"Heh, yeah... ok, I'll bite. Plus, you need to tell me *everything.*"

Soon, they were sitting at a table together, the sign flipped to closed. The atmosphere was nervous, awkward. In front of Trip sat a stranger wrapped in a familiar body. He wanted to say so much, but... wasn't sure how to navigate how much his friend had changed. This Ajax smiled frequently, while the old one barely knew how to operate his facial expressions. This Ajax held himself confidently, didn't shy away from people like the old one. These changes were *good* things... It was selfish to be confused by them. But the nervous anticipation had changed into a gnawing anxiety that his old friend was gone.

Finally, Ajax broke the silence.

"Got you something." Trip startled. Guess he *did* remember his birthday...

Ajax smiled and placed a small box on the table. Trip hesitated for a moment, then opened it. It was a pack of cards, from the silly trading card game they used to play together. A pack that was only available in the mainland. *Ludicrously* expensive.

"I wanted you to know I was still thinking about you... I thought about you a lot, actually. When I decided to come back, you were the main reason. A lot happened out there, and I'm really excited to tell you about it! I mean, I met a lot of people and I realised a lot of things, and-"

"Stop."

"Huh..? Don't you like it?"

"I just.. it's... N-no, I love it, I... you're just... different. When you used to get emotional, you'd literally just say "happy!" Or "sad." Or... when did you get so articulate?"

He noticed the look of hurt in his friend's eyes and backtracked immediately.

"Oh, I don't mean... these aren't *bad* changes. They're just changes. I... I don't want you to change."

He felt claws gently placed over his hoof. Warm and reassuring. Like always.

"...Trip... you have to understand... The way I acted back then, my whole personality... it was shaped out of trauma. I had no idea how to express emotions because the only one I ever experienced was fear. Anything else and I was punished. I behaved the way I did because I believed I would be beaten otherwise. I didn't change, Trip, I *healed.* The person I was, all the trauma... it's still *there*. I still get the panic attacks, and the nightmares. I just... built around it. And... let me use my new articulation, for a moment. There's a lot of things I always wanted to say to you that I never figured out how to."

Trip looked down, feeling more selfish than ever. He turned his hand up and squeezed Ajax's claw, nodding quietly.

"Well... it's kind of because of you. Captain and Fractal did amazing things for me, but they never really understood what I needed, and I was too afraid to ask for anything. But... breaking the rules to meet you in the woods during school taught me that even if I did do something technically wrong, it wasn't the end of the world. Getting to run on all fours around you, do what I wanted without getting punished for it... it was the most freedom I'd ever felt. You kicked off the healing more than you'll ever know. Did you know you were one of the first people I stopped flinching around?"

He was tearing up a little now. Trip was overwhelmed. He had no idea how much he'd meant to Ajax... A few tears were coming to his own eyes, too. Ajax kept going.

"And you've changed too, Trip. I can tell from your letters, and what Rosie and Molly told me. They said you don't talk to them as much. They said you seem sadder and they don't see you out so often. And the way you write... you never respond when I ask how you're feeling anymore. So... if, if there's anything I can do to help... please tell me. I know it's been a long time, but... I love you. And I want to help."

The words struck Trip like a brick to the chest. Only on hearing them, did he realise how much he needed them. He squeezed Ajax's hand tighter, not knowing how to respond, but loving him so much for saying it. And the familiarity was back. The silence could be comfortable again. He felt happier than he had in months.

"...I'm sorry." He started. It was hard to choke it out, but he continued. "It's a good change, and... and I'm so proud of you."

He'd planned more to say, but that seemed to be enough for Ajax. Tears fell from both sides. Their hands linked like magnets. They both could tell they wouldn't be so far apart again for a good while.

[concerthopperblog]

Just Like Home Tour 2023

What is there to do in Buffalo, NY on a Wednesday night? When Bayside’s Just Like Home Tour swings by your city that’s exactly where you go. Fans filed into the Town Ballroom for Bayside’s last stop of this epic tour. With friends I Am the Avalanche and Koyo, it was sure to be a night filled with fan favorites and emo nostalgia. Let’s be real, Bayside also has some of the best merch out there! With doors opening at 6:30 pm, the venue quickly filled with fans aiming straight for the barricade in order to get their front-row spot.

Emo/pop-punk band Koyo hit the stage first. The band originally named The L Word after the song “Taming the L” by Silent Majority, changed to Koyo after inspiration from the Japanese term relating to the colors and leaves that change in the fall. With influences from bands such as Brand New and Taking Back Sunday, it’s easy to see why this band paired so well with Bayside’s tour. While this band wasn’t well known by the crowd, lead singer Joey Chiaramonte left his mark. The band’s charismatic energy along with some pretty catchy lyrics held onto the crowd’s attention throughout the night. Their rough pop-punk sound paired with melodic vocals was impressive and quickly had the crowd forming a circle pit in the center of the ballroom's main floor.

I Am the Avalanche took the stage next and seemed to be quite the fan favorite. While I heard some songs, I had never seen the band live. I was not disappointed. The clean vocals of Vinnie Caruana were just as smooth live as they were on track. The Brooklyn-based band ate and left no crumbs as they flew across the stage with pounded the atmosphere full of energy. The strong stage presence of the band along with their easily relatable lyrics had fans glued to the main stage. The group’s sophomore album Avalanche United, released in 2011, seemed to be a popular album with fans. The band highlighted their talent with plenty of head-banging drum beats, murderous riffs, and feverish vocals. Overall, make sure to catch this band live!

As the lights went out in the venue, Bayside finally appeared to once again prove why their one of the major OG’s of the pop-punk scene. The best thing about Bayside is its immense variety of songs. Happy? Sad? Angry? Heartbroken? Bayside has a song for every emotion which is why this band is so relatable to their fans.  Not to mention the fact that lead singer Anthony Raneri has one of the most unique voices in the scene. Prior to the show, the band had a VIP experience where fans could meet the band, stop for a picture, and even enjoy a small acoustic performance. Fans absolutely love this band and you can easily see this feeling is mutual. Raneri was all smiles as the band took the stage. Being the last stop of the tour I knew this was going to be a great one. The band’s appreciation of being able to make new music and still have fans as passionate as they were was mentioned multiple times throughout the night. Bayside is simply just one of those bands that dive into new music while still holding true to their roots. Exploding into their first song “Big Cheese” off their album Cult, the crowd matched every lyric and energy of the band. Phones flew up all over the venue as fans made sure to document the clean vocals, exploding guitar riffs, and heart-pounding drum hits. The night was full of surprises with appearances from the lead singers of both I Am the Avalanche and Koyo, who sang along to some of Bayside’s most popular hits. The nostalgic aura of songs like “Blame It On Bad Luck”, “Don’t call me Peanut” and “Devotion and Desire” had fans singing so loud Raneri’s vocals seemed to grow more and more distant. The band did slow it down during the set for some acoustic sounds. Playing my absolute favorite “It Don’t Exist” which had fans swaying back and forth to every lyric. Bayside has always put on a show that shows their eclectic range and this night was no different.

If you haven’t had a chance to see Bayside live please do yourself a favor and catch them on their next tour. While the Just Like Home Tour has ended, the band shows no sign of slowing down. Stay updated for all future shows and tour announcements by checking back with us on ConcertHopper.com and following us on Instagram and Facebook!

Bayside Set List:

Big Cheese

The Walking Wounded

The Wrong Way

Sick, Sick, Sick

Patience

Already Gone

They’re Not Horses, They’re Unicorns

It’s Not a Bad Little War

Strangest Faces

Prayers

Numb

It Don’t Exist

Landing Feet First

Megan

Duality

No Match/Sink

Blame It On Bad Luck

Montauk

Don’t Call Me Peanut

Go to Hell

Devotion and Desire

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 8: Jealousy Looks Good On You-Draco Malfoy

Warning:degrading,brat taming,exhibition,mirror sex,fingering,eating out,vaginal sex,breeding kink.

You were in the Slytherin common room after a Quidditch win, the Butter-Beer and Fire-Whiskey flowing, the music booming. The atmosphere was hot and sweaty as the common room was packed with students from all different houses celebrating. 

You haven’t even seen your boyfriend and the reason for Slytherin’s big win, Slytherin Seeker Draco Malfoy. But right now with a few drinks in you, you were dancing with Blaise Zabini .When you locked eyes with blue eyes burning with rage belonging to your boyfriend who was stood in the corner. If looks could kill you’d be dead. 

You pushed through the bodies until you got to his as you wrapped your arms around his neck feeling him stiffen under your touch. “You think this is funny do you?” he spat, “what are you talking about?” you asked him. 

“Everyone watching my girlfriend dancing with another guy”, you laughed, “Jealous are we Draco?”, you spat back at him before disappearing into the crowd of students. 

“Fuck him” you mumbled to yourself as you picked up another shot of Fire Whiskey and downed it, feeling the burning sensation heating up your insides. “so what if I'm jealous” Draco said behind you, turning you around to face him. 

“So when people are throwing themselves at you, it’s fine but when I don’t show you attention and instead enjoy myself dancing you get jealous” his pale face reddened “Why don’t you just go hang out with Blaise instead, then? Because it seems you like them more than me right now.” “you’re right I do” you huffed away from him. 

After dancing with Blaise again, you went back to your dorm room to breathe as your eyes wondered over a black leather skirt. Draco loved the piece of clothing on you but he said he didn’t want anyone else seeing you in it. you complied with his rules all the time loving how processive your boyfriend got and jealous sex with Draco was worth it when you couldn’t walk the next day. 

 But tonight you wanted to break every rule just to get back at him. So you slipped off your school skirt and on the black leather skirt as you fastened it and went back downstairs to join the party. 

You spot Crabbe, Goyle and Draco sitting down talking and drinking, so you and Pansy joined them. You sat down opening your legs to show Draco that you had nothing on underneath the skirt. You watched his blue eyes bulge as his gaze travelled up to your face. 

“wow is it hot in here” you said to Pansy loving the look of anger on Draco’s Face. Pansy looked around “I have never seen so many people in here”. “I told you that you couldn’t wear that” he interrupted over the noise. “well I am wearing it now, what are you going to do about it?” you said as you heard his friend’s roaring laughter explode earning them a stare from Draco silencing them immediately.

“Don’t test me” he yelled, “come on Pansy let’s grab another drink” you said standing up listening to Pansy tell you she has never heard anyone talk to Draco like that. You reached for a Butter Beer glass on the bench, downing the sweet caramel colored liquid. 

Finishing your drink you put the glass on the nearest service, you yelled out to Pansy you were going to the bathroom. Trying to navigate the halls while you were tipsy was a challenge as you giggled walking through the ghosts. You had a conversation with Professor Binns which neither of you would remember tomorrow. 

Surprisingly you made it to the bathroom with the help of the portraits leading the way and as you were washing your hands you felt thick hands wrap around your neck as you looked up at the mirror to see the blonde locks and intense stare belonging to your boyfriend as he whispered in your ear. “how funny do you think teasing is now?” he pressed you against the sink as he pushes his bulge into your lower back. 

“You are being such a brat if only someone could fuck the brat out of you”. You pushed your backside against his erection “seems like you’re up for the task”. He pushed against you harder “I’m going to fuck you here, I want everyone to hear us, hear what a whore you are for my cock” he said tilting your chin up so he can kiss your neck. “All our friends are probably looking for us” you said “let them come in and watch, I will show them that you belong to me” he said taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Mine” he says biting your neck as his hands run down your sides pulling your skirt up to your stomach exposing the warm flesh to the winter night air. He bends you over making you hold onto the sink as you look at him in the mirror running his hands over your ass tantalisingly slow and unbuckling his belt.“Watch yourself come apart because of me” he says sliding a finger through your slick folds feeling your arousal already. “So wet already, my whore” he spat out. “Can’t be a whore if I’ve only fucked you dickhead” you sad through gritted teeth. You gripped his hair as he slapped your cunt “you’re my whore” he said as he added another finger inside of you.

Pumping his fingers in and out, coating them with your arousal as he changes the pattern of his fingers to fast circles. You bite your lip to suppress any noises as you stare at your boyfriend with lust filled eyes. “I want everyone to hear you moaning” he said feeling you clenching around his fingers.

“I’ll show you that you belong to me” he said pulling his fingers out of you as you whimper. His mouth connects to your throbbing clit licking strokes up and down. You feel a pleasure wave rising through you again as you buck your hips desperate for an orgasm. Your legs shake as you grip the sink to steady yourself.

You moan watching yourself come undone at the tongue of your boyfriend. Slurping sounds fill the bathroom as Draco eats like it’s his last meal. “Only I can taste these sweet juices” he says gripping your thighs so tight that you know you’ll bruise later.

As you come down from your orgasm, he inserts his fingers inside you again. “I’m not finished with you yet” you moan rocking against his hand. “Fuck you” you spit out, “don’t worry whore you’ll get a turn to soon”. Any response you were going to give was muffled by a moan from the increasing speed of his fingers.

You felt pleasure building again as you watched Draco’s reflection, his eyes fixated on you coming apart, “keep your eyes on me” he commanded as you resisted an urge to throw your head back and close your eyes.

The bliss was too much as your body shook, you feel an explosion of cum spill out you and down your legs. Draco kneels down licking your thighs before lapping up your cum filled cunt. He stands kissing you as he cups your face “taste yourself, taste what I did to you my whore” your tongues collide as your kissing increasing in desperation.

You could feel his hard erection press against you “fuck me Draco” you begged as his laugh filled the air “such a needy whore for my dick”. He made you bend over holding the sink as you watched him position himself behind you pushing his dick inside you. You pushed your hips back against him to fill yourself with every inch of Draco’s dick.

He pulled out of you almost entirely before slamming himself back inside you, you continued pushing back against him in desperation to feel him inside you as he slid in and out in a fast pace. “Who do you belong to” he said, “you” you moaned in response. He slammed his cock into you again while you try to match his pace.

He quickened the speed of his thrusts as you could feel your orgasm climbing again as you come apart around his cock. Draco continued thrusting harder and faster until you felt him shaking as him muscles tightened. He moaned as you felt his cum stuffed you full.

He removed his cock from you as he used his fingers to plug the cum inside you. “Now everyone will know you’re mine when your full of my babies my whore” he said pulling his fingers out of you and into your mouth as you sucked them clean.

“You did so good love” he said kissing you sweetly, “Draco I don’t know if I can walk” you muttered embarrassed, “well let’s get dressed and I’ll carry you”. As Draco put his clothes on you watched him in the mirror sweat glistening off him and with a satisfied grin. Draco had to help you get dressed holding you up before carrying you back to the common room.

Whispers filled the room as you felt eyes on you both, no doubt people walked in on you and Draco, it was a public place after all. You buried your face into your boyfriends chest embarrassed as he commanded people move so he can put you to bed. Climbing the stairs he lay you onto your bed.

“At least everyone knows who I belong to” you said smirking at Draco’s smug face.