#mf did I say we had peach??

[lilith-little-world]

Hello, it's me again ^^ Since Wukong dislikes going out in public, why not have a date indoors?

For their date, they could try out popular beauty products like facial masks and lip scrubs together.

Nice to see you back, and that is so cute. This shy mf would be the one to set it up. Getting the products and knowing how to use them. I can already see Wukong and the reader just having fun and chilling.

Also sorry for this to be late, just got a little more busy than usual. I'm trying really hard to do daily updates, but my mind is finally reaching that writing limit. I will update the majority of the week so don't worry too much.

This is kind of rushed and I didn't look through it properly. So there might be some grammar errors or things not flowing correctly.

The Oracle|| Concept Oneshot 5||

You went up the stairs, Almond following behind. Today was tiring, you had to run around the city trying to prevent the Lady Bone Demon from getting a certain lantern that you're currently holding. You have been hiding this item for a while, it honestly surprised you that this was their first time trying to steal it away. Expecting them to hunt you down the moment they caught wind of you having the item. At least you got the lantern back.

 

You reached the door ready to end the exhausting day. Glancing at the keypad lock, you put in your code and walk into your current abode. Ready to see the huge mess that those two left, you came face to face with Wukong- well a few of his clones.

Almond barks and goes up to one of them, trying to bite their tail. 

“Shoo, get away you, mutt.” The clone says, nudging the small dog with his foot.

“Heeey, you came back a lot sooner than we thought.” The other clone says nervously. Like if he was a little kid that got caught by their mother, making a mess.

“Okay, so what's going on exactly?”

“Are we even allowed to say anything? We did want to surprise her.” The clone was holding Almond, staring at the other.

“I knew this was going to take more than 2 clones, just great.”

“You two better start answering if not I'm not letting Wukong in here.”

“Alright, alright, cool it, we both know he will cry and stay by the door all night.” The clone grabs the folded clothes that were on the bed and places them in the wardrobe drawer.

“Then come on, tell me, I'm really tired.”

“Yeah, we know, that's why he wanted to help you relax and not worry about anything else. So he sent us to clean and fix up the room.” The clone places Almond on the bed, going back to sweeping.

“That's- is so very sweet, but what is he getting?” 

“That we can't tell you peaches, he really wanted it to be a surprise.” 

“Ah, right, I can wait for him then.”

You close the door and watch the two pick up. They were nearly done with their tasks before you came. Soon the room was back to its original state. 

“Well, I'm guessing you two are going to disappear soon?”

“Yup, that's how it works. Don't worry we’ll just leave a few hairs so it won't be a mess.” The clone says, trying to reassure you.

“After what you guys did, you can leave a mess here anytime.”

“Don’t tell him you said that, he might get jealous.” The other clone said. They both chuckled before saying their goodbyes and went up in a cloud of smoke. Like they said a few hair strands fell. 

You sigh and go to the back of the room where a large safe sat. You open it and place the lantern in there. Taking the bracelet off, you took a deep breath and focused. Your hands softly brush the metal door, and sparks of gold and white light flash. A circle with a lotus appeared before disappearing. The barrier won't keep them out for much longer but as long as you buy enough time for your friends then that's all it matters.

You went back to lie on the bed. Almond slowly made her way and snuggled on top of your stomach. It was quiet and calm, you like it after a hectic day. There was a soft knock on the door before it opened. The sound of bags straining to hold whatever items were in them broke the serenity of the room.

“Welcome home honey, thank you for cleaning up! Why it's no problem, don't even mention it!” Wukong says while trying to mimic your voice. 

You however just whine and mumble out a thank you. 

You're tired, not rude.

He went off to the table and started to take things out.

“So what's the surprise?”

“Hmmm, let's call this a date.”

“Oh?”

You finally sat up and noticed how he was lighting a scented candle. 

“Remember today was date night and it was my turn to plan it. I'll be honest here, had no idea what to do but then LBD came out of nowhere. Like I was gonna let the demon ruin this day for you.” 

He set up the table with a platter of cheese, ham, crackers, grapes, and a bottle of wine. You get up and walk towards him, extremely curious about what exactly he has planned.

“I know this isn't on the same level as our usual dates, but I thought it would be fun, I guess.” 

He doesn't look at you. Wukong kept his eyes on a random corner, nervous about your reaction. While you go through a plastic bag filled with skincare products. A mix between expensive and cheap. It caught you by surprise, and you couldn't help but laugh. You pull out what was obviously a cheap fox facial mask that definitively shouldn't go on the skin, let alone on the face.

“I'm calling dibs on this. I'll go get a small bowl of water and a small towel ready. Finish setting up the table.”

You went to the ‘kitchen’, and grabbed a foam bowl and filled it with water. Quickly popping into the bathroom to grab a towel before heading to the table. In a short time, Wukong set out the products and moved the Tv to the table. Chairs on the other side from it, giving it a perfect view as he put on a show. You sat down across from him ready for a ‘homemade spa treatment.’ Wukong hands you a sky-blue headband that has clouds scattered around, with a big bow. Matching his buttermilk yellow headband with suns, and also has a bow at the center like yours.

“Alright let’s start with the cleanser.”

“Wukong, you have done this before, haven't you?” You took a grape from the platter.

“Just some basic stuff, after all, how do you think I get to look this good 24/7?” He says with a smirk.

“I thought it was immortality.” 

“That too.”

“Hey, let me see that real quick.” 

You took the bottle from him and squirted some on your hands. It had an obvious scent of peaches. Without hesitation, you put your hands on his cheek. He yelps as you rub in the cleanser, quickly dipping your hands in the bowl of water before going back on your onslaught of rubbing. Moving his head around harshly. The cleanser foamed up from being activated by the water, it didn't take long for his face to be covered.

“And done! Sunshine, have I told you how beautiful you're looking right now?”

He didn't say anything, instead just wetting his hands and pouring the cleanser. However, he rubs your face with a lot of force, unlike your ‘delicate’ touch. You let out a small scream as he manhandles your head around.

“Ahhh, Wukong! I'm sorry, okay, I thought it was funny.”

“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just helping you apply it just as you did it to me.”

After a few more seconds, he stops and you both stare at each other. The only sound coming from the tv. You whine pretending to be hurt, exaggerating your sad mood.

“So mean…” You mumbled. 

“I could say the same thing.” He states, damping the hand towel.

“Hmph, I was trying to help you put it on.”

“Your little pouts won't work on me this time.”

Wukong wipes away the foam, leaving his skin wet and ready for the next step. You took the towel away from him when he handed it. Wiping away the cleanser, your skin feels refreshed. It had been a good while since you did anything for your skin.

“Okay here, we have a few choices. We can do a clay mask, a safer but boring paper facial mask, or cheap animal facial masks that can possibly burn our faces?”

“Sunshine, sweetie, I think we both know what the right choice is here.” You said as you grabbed the fox mask.

“I know but I just wanted to ask.” He said, grabbing a cat mask.

The masks were cold and slimy but you both looked so funny to the other. You grabbed your phone and took a few pictures of the moment. Sending a few to Mk and Mei.

“This is quite nice, we should do this more often.” You took a sip from the wine bottle before handing it to Wukong. He takes off the mask and chugs the bottle down.

“I'm glad you liked it, peaches. Though I am sorry I couldn't come up with anything nice for our date.” His speech slurred slightly.

You grabbed the small jar that holds the clay. You dab your fingers in it, you slowly and softly smear it on Wukong's face. He didn't yelp, instead he hums and smiles. Leaning into your touch.

“Nah it's fine, I'm happy how our date night turned out. Anyways it doesn't matter what we are doing, as long as I can spend it with you, I'm fine with anything.”

“Awww, you can be so sweet sometimes.”

“I'm sweet every day and second, excuse you.”

Wukong laughs loudly, finding your reaction hilarious. You, however, did not.

“Alright no more alcohol, you're getting drunk. That's the last thing, the celestial and the mortal realms want.”  

“You make it sound like a bad thing and I am not drunk.”

“Your slurring of speech says otherwise, here.”

 

You grabbed a grape and fed him to him. However, he was annoyed but kept his mouth shut. 

“Come on, don't give me that face. Remember this is a relaxing date night.”

“And how can I relax without some alcohol?”

“Oh I see, I’m guessing I’m not enough huh? I don’t make you relax?”

You have never seen him panic so fast. 

“You know that's not what I meant! Of course, you are more than enough! You just like to get under my skin.”

You ignore him as you take off the mask and glance at the remaining things on the table. Eating a cracker with cheese and ham one last time before focusing on the items.

 

“Honey, I won't drink any more wine and eat more to sober up a bit.” He takes a few more grapes and pops them in his mouth. Trying to show off. You didn't even peek at him, not once.

A few whines escape from him before he grabs the damped towel and wipes his face off.

You took the under-eye patches and the paper facial mask. It stuck to your face, clinging onto the skin. Feeling a little weird but nothing too crazy. You really need some sort of skincare routine after this. 

“You know, I love you! Please don't ignore me.” He said, whining.

You glance at him and smirk.

“I love you too, now let's watch the show, you put it on for a reason.”

“Don't scare me like that, I thought you were actually upset.” Wukong tears up to your surprise.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that.” You cupped his cheeks, messing with his fur.

 

“That clay mask did wonders, on your skin. It looks so soft and smooth, truly worthy of the title, Handsome Monkey King.” You gave him a soft smile.

“So you're finally admitting I'm handsome huh?” He smirks, getting rid of any traces of tears. You roll your eyes.

“Yes I am, I find you very attractive, very handsome, and charming.”

“Good, 'cause I was getting worried for a second.”

You laugh and lean back in your chair. Some scenes play on the tv, from Monkey Cop. You always wondered what the show was about before you transmigrated, since it appeared so much in the background. It wasn’t too bad, a good show to kill time with.

“I’m the ‘fated oracle’, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“That means I need to worry ten times more.”

You stay silent, not knowing what to say. In a way he was right, and worse of all you have no idea what you are doing. 

“I’ll be fine, everyone's future is bright and happy. That's what I know for sure.”

“We just have to get there.”

“We can worry about that later, right now at this moment. We are relaxing.”

“Heh, yeah.” 

You take off the mask and patches. Feeling your skin reaching its limit. The cold air slaps your sensitive skin. 

“Ah, man, my skin never felt better.” You grab the last item, a lip scrub. 

“You know, how much money have people given you? Cause from what I figured out, there's DBK, Princess Iron Fan, dragon pony girl, and me. I also know for sure that it's a lot of money, at anytime you can always buy these certain items so why haven't you?”

“You see, my dear sunshine, I am lazy and after being thrown on the streets, I didn't want to waste money on expensive and unnecessary things.”

“Babe, I can buy you a literal house with electricity, water, food, and actual good wifi. You don't have to worry about that kind of stuff. Anyways you are not alone anymore, there is no need to do everything by yourself.”

“I know, and I'm very lucky and happy to have all of you guys. It means a lot to me, thank you.”

“You don't have to thank me for anything. I want to help you because you're someone important to me.”

“Aww Wukong, you can be so soft and sweet sometimes.”

“-And I take back everything.”

“Nooo, sunshine, come on.”

“Nope.”

“Will a kiss make it better?” 

He stays quiet, raising an eyebrow.

“So you don't want a kiss? Alright then, usually you jump on any opportunity for one.” You smile, while behind your back, you open the lip scrub and smear it on your index finger.

 

“Will I actually get a kiss?” He questions, trying to see if you were joking or not.

“Yup a nice kiss for my significant other.” 

 

“Then a kiss will make everything better.”

“Good.”

You lean forward and grasp his cheek. Wukong eyebrows furrowed, sniffing the air. The sweetness of the lip scrub was intense. Not knowing what you have planned, you spread the scrub on his lips.

“What the fuck?” He tries to pull back, confused about what was happening. You took your chance and gave him a quick peck. Only lasting for a few seconds, too fast for him to register the kiss.

“Wait a moment, that's it? That doesn't count.”

“It does count.” You lick your lip tasting the scrub, it was sweet as its smell.

 

“That did not make me feel any better. It made me feel worse. Come on, peaches, give me a good kiss.”

“Nah. Not my fault you weren't paying attention.”

“Yes, it was!”

“I remember it differently.”

Wukong rolls his eyes and groans. You laugh at his act. 

“This date was lovely, Wukong.” 

You finally gave him a better kiss. Lips touching, making it last a while. Pulling away, not before licking his lips. Wukong yelps from the sensation of your tongue.

“The scrub tastes so good.”

“I don’t think you should be eating that.”

“Then they shouldn't have made it taste so sweet.”

He licks his lips.

“Oh your right, very sweet.” His eyes narrows at you.

“I'm pretty sure I licked most of the scrub...” Your face turning red.

“Correction, you taste very sweet.”

“WUKONG!”

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And then they fucked-

As if, alright I'm gonna pass out now. Remember you can always send in questions about the story or request something.

Love you, guys!

“Oh-”

“I don’t think you should be eating that.”

“Then they shouldn't have made it taste so sweet.”

[carmenized-onions]

CHAPTER 8 WOOOOH

i ADORE that it’s his pov, let us into your mind pretty boy!! they’re so cute, he’s down bad and i’m obsessed

Adorable in the literal sense!!! = my heart beating faster in the literal sense

GRUMPY CARMY HE’S SO CUTE I CAN NOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH

he’s happy about her wearing his jacket :’)))))<3 like ofc he is but the fact that it’s written out clearly is just 💓💓💓

“God, you’re perfect”- i i i i i i i i i i i i *malfunctions*

Carmen likes that idea. Your man. - 🥹🥹🥹 THERE ARE MORE PEOPLE WHO LIKE THAT IDEA 😁💃

You didn’t make it. Therefore, it’s just fine. - BEIDKFKRIENEDODN???? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE THIS

Un-special. - NOOOO BABYBOY ILL CRY

You grin, he has no come back for this, you’re perfect - 💓💓💓

He wants to be your man. He wants to have been your man. If he had been, for the past three years, you would probably be talking about moving in together, by now. - i’m gonna sob now, probably for a good amount of time tbh

He misses the fact that you usually share utensils, since you’re always trying something. But he’ll survive. - THEY SHARE SIDNFIFNFIFKF COUPLE *WHO ARE NOT OFFICIALLY A COUPLE* GOALS

So good. You’re so good - ✨🦋✨🦋✨

Like Mikey did, though, not in the same way, obviously. - CACKLE. I CANT EVEN

Carmy does have to give you hints, but he prefers it that way, prefers to be needed by you for a change - 🥺🥺🥺 they’re so wholesome i<3

but maybe on the underside? Only you and him would know it's there. - PLS LET THAT HAPPEN BUT IT’S CARMY WHO DOES IT 🥺🙏🏼🫶🏼 am i being bold coming with requests/hopes? absolutely yes but also you kinda set this up so i’ll blame you actually~

Name it. Name anything. He’ll give you anything. -😭😭😭 HE IS PERFECT

the quick kiss before work - THESE TWO ARE MY FAVOURITES EVER

cara mia - 🥹🥹🥹 yeah that’s just yeah :’)))))))<3<3

Pretty boy OPEN UP!!!! It was very fun, writing his POV, and a fun challenge, to be like-- Well, okay, what would he think about this?

I FUCKIN LOVE thinking about words a little more intensely, like adorable, like, bro the etymology behind it is being worthy of divine worship-- It's so deep. It actually is that deep, if u think about it. No i'm not fucking delusional YOU SHUT UP!!!

Grump carm is fun, i was equally as grumpy to leave that scene, honestly, as a breakfast lover. I've curated the perfect breakfast for people when they sleep over. If that was ruined for me and also I woke up to a phone call, i'd have a straight up meltdown. But also he's just a clingy sonofabitch so wear his jacket and suddenly everything's right as rain.

So many down bad lines we can hardly summarize em all!!! But the your man spiel in particular holds a place in my heart and also breaks it. (Also his whole coffee thing. Mf is not over the one time Tony made coffee and a peach wine)

As does the everything about him feeling un-special. I only know of one D20 watcher in my following, but if they're reading this, I was vv much going for a Kingston Brown/Liz Herrera relationship. Hard to feel special, when you're dating a hero.

YKNOW WHATS FUNNY, NO ONE HAS EVER NOTED IT, BUT I HAVE ALWAYS WRITTEN THEM TRADING SPOONS/FORKS WHEN SHE TRIES SOMETHING, AND NO ONE HAS EVER NOTED IT UNTIL I MADE IT SO CLEAR HE DOES IT ON PURPOSE LMAOOOO

"Like Mikey did, though, not in the same way, obviously. - CACKLE. I CANT EVEN" listen, i didn't know how else to make it clear that he does not think tony is actually his brother and also simultaneously does NOTT feel a type of way about his brother. But like . Yknow. SAFETY IN A PERSON OR WHATEVER OKAY!!!! SHUT UP!!!!!! jkjkjk.

As for underneath the table request, i plead the fifth. I don't know what the fifth is. But as for Cara mia-- I doubt this mf will ever say it again, but he definitely felt like he was getting his heritage challenged in that diner and he had to claim it for himself before The Actual Tony could. He's gotta have SOMETHING original in this bitch.

Anyways, anyways, I wrote like 1200 words of beats for the chapter after the next chapter, so here's a poorly cropped snippet from that to avoid spoils, because idk, maybe you like rough rough drafts. It's really honestly just the place i write jokes that will not make it into the final to make me laugh.

sommefuckingbitch indeed

ALSO FUCKING POPPING YOUR OTHER ASK IN HERE SO I DON'T DEMOLISH PEOPLE'S HOME PAGE LMAO <3

YEAH!! yeah to all those things. But listen, if it wasn't in-between the lines clear enough, of course carmy is wondering about that first point, too, so it'll be made very clear what the FUCK happened dontchu worry your lil head. Your lil hair washed possibly moaning head.

[wanderingpages]

Chapter 3, LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

Hot girl math every chapter, but i like that you solved the equation for me ❤️❤️ vivi is cardans age, but a freshman 

“My breasts would spill out of anything she owns, so I let her know I do actually own clothes sexy enough to attend a party.” - mommy? Sorry. Mommy?

““I used to sneak out of the house pretty late,” I reveal to her. “Sneakers though – had to climb up to my roof to get back into my bedroom.” ” - she a baddie she showing her panty – also as an aside, love the aesthetic you have going on for the tumblr chapters, like oof, you said (drake voice) this is not to get confused, this ones for you (Me,) – also does this mean she sucks at heels cus she never thought to wore them since she always used sneakers and this is foreshadow or am i reading too into this??? Also this, foreshadow too? > “but he always drew the line at curfew.” (me picking at crumbs) also: Air Force 1s in my air force one (Aside, yall remember rocking that thang remix? Yall remember when rap songs had remixes with like everyone?? Last one i heard was probably fuckin problems. We need another anthem (So i gave em another anthem [we the bessstttt]) - dj khaled - me. Peach i am on medication for Covid.)

““My…brother,” I test the word out. It’s so foreign, it tastes rancid in my mouth. ”- ok but physically, jude…jude, look at me, physically. Not rancid at all. He is delicious, i promise, you jude. Jude. I promise, you jude ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“When I say it again, in front of the lookout guy at the door of the frat house,” - ok but this transition!!! When i say its a MOVIE, PEach. PEACH

“Let me embarrass myself in front of his friends and roommates. He’ll laugh about it later, with them” awed by how canon this actually is for fanfic lmao

““Alright sweet thing,” this guy tells me and I want to punt kick him in the balls for it.” - i know thats right fr. Vivienne also, is everything. Shes a better friend than she is sister, and ill let that sit with yall (yall, i say like im talking to a crowd, bye, im so delulu) anyways but the whole inner turmoil of jude thinking Cardan invited her to embarrass her? Baby who hurt you (Your mother, i know. Already cleared that) im talking in a lot of parenthesis. You can see where the medicine is taking over, actually. Im lucid tho

““My baby sister,” he coos in jest, making me feel uneasy. “Come here,” he tells me,” –he’s such a dickhead im in love

“At the wedding it was all soft makeup and tied up hair. Today, there’s glitter on my eyelids, sharp wings accentuating the shape of my eyes, a gold glimmer on my cheeks that catches in the light, and lips so red that he holds his gaze there for a moment too long. ” – Peach, i love this so MUCH she’s EVERYTHING TO ME 🥰😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

But back to him being an ass why is he soooo lol like really walking around the fact that theyre NOT related, for the taboo of it all. Kinky mf, i fear.

“catching mirth in pretty hazel eyes only partially obscured by sandy blonde hair. ” GHOST? IS THST YOU?

JUDE AND CARDAN KISSED? WHEN?

OH - “. We did a little more than kissing that night. His fingers traced over parts of me even the sun hadn’t yet touched. Thunder had masked cries I couldn’t hold back and lightning had made him look like a luminous god. I cross my legs, embarrassed and something more.” help me. Also shut up locke, mind ur business for real, this is grown people talk.

Omg it was Ghost ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”“You’re Greenbriar’s sister.” / “Stepsister,” I breathe out ” stop this is so derek and casey coded 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

HOLD ON WAIT GHOST?! GHOST AND JUDE? ( I love that he braced her head when they fell lmao horny but gentlemanly)

AHHH CARDAN? HELLO?! NICASIA ? OH MY GOD AND ALL FOUR OF THEM JUST DECIDE TO KEEP GOING?? They said impromptu orgy. “Cardan shifts and leans back on his elbow, still having a perfect view of me, but now giving Nicasia space to twist her head to look at me, too. ” - please…. I am on my knees… i am unwell….i am sick to my stomach… alexa play that should be me by justin beiber…. That should be me fr but which one is the question??

God why is ghost everything right now??? “Do you want them to watch?” like oh my god….. I need a moment. I need a lot of moments. “”Do you want your brother to watch me taste your come?”” – i am…convulsing. Ghost is… like my body is breaking out in a sweat.

Say please and make it as sweet as your – top 3 things that would send a victorian child into a coma

Stop why was this the best head ive read? 

““Such a good girl,” I hear Nicasia whisper.” - help….  They are actual deviants and i am in hell, keeping your seat warm, peach ❤️❤️❤️❤️

lol see this is the longest ask over ever had so far and I’m truly amazed at your commitment ngl

Sneakers, I guess it’s foreshadowing for some stuff 🤷🏻‍♀️ curfew, yes. I like that you have three separate song references in one paragraph lmao I also feel this is the point you should have called it a night and fell asleep 💀

This is so uncannon that’s I’ve tried to slip all the cannon stuff I actually can in 😫

Actually cardan was intoxicated here but was genuinely surprised she introduced herself as his stepsister cus he was like …oh? Ok…:)

Yeah you know I love me some Ghost 🤭

Yes! Absolutely Derek and Casey!

Yes ghost!!!! Also I do love people being mindful during intimate moments ngl like duh hes gonna make sure she doesn’t crack her head open!

Your commentary here is sending me oh my god 😂🥰

[unfortunate-waitress]

Table 5, Seat 3: What kind of teas do you have?

Me: We have strawberry, mango, and raspberry! :)

Them: Can I get a peach tea? :)

[forlovvers]

dive into you

❝ dive into my heart. ❞

PAIR: bsf!swimmer!jake x fem!reader

GENRE: bsftolovers!au, fluff, angstish, humorish

WARNINGS: profanity, jealously, a lil kiss scene🤭

WC: 3.4k

SYNOPSIS: in which jake has made the grave mistake of falling for his best friend.

PLAYLIST: honesty (pink sweat$) • are we still friends? (tyler, the creator) • dive into you (nct dream)

🗒🌟lynne’s note: i didn’t do too much research on swimming so im sorry(?) i’m just going off what ik from mf movies💀 also theres a lot of mentions of wet hair and im not sure why

THE COLD WATER SPLASHES Jake’s face as he dives head first into the pool, pushing his feet off the tiled wall to move him quickly forward. The water always seemed to be an act of comfort for Jake when his mind seemed to be clouded with worrying thoughts.

One of them being you. You and Jake had been best friends since first grade. He had seen you with an awful pixie haircut that you made him swear to keep to himself. He had seen you run and slip by the pool, causing you to fracture your ankle. He had seen you sob over The Lion King.

So why did he feel this way? Why was there a heart fluttering feeling in his chest every time he heard your laugh, or every time your hand brushed slightly against his? Truthfully, it had been bothering him for quite a while. He seemed hyper-aware whenever you entered a room. He can’t seem to get you out of his head.

Jake assumes that its because you’re very involved in his life. You saw him win his very first swim race. And you also saw him lose his first swim race. You were there when he threw up just before his big history presentation. You were there for a lot of his firsts.

Sunghoon says its because he likes you.

Jake doubts it though.

Lost in thought, Jake rises from the water to be met with the sight of you. Speak of the devil. You’re sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dipped in the cool water. Your lips are pressed together and you’re looking at him with doe-y eyes.

“Y/N?” Jake blinks the water out of his eyes to refocus his gaze back onto you. “What are you doing here?” He asks, brows knitting together.

You shrug, “Just wanted to see you. Wanna get food after?” You smile, swishing your feet gently in the water. Jake hums as he places his palms on the side of the pool to push himself up and out of the pool. He sits comfortably next to you, water dripping from his form. He can smell your peach-scented shampoo when you turn to face him, the familiar fluttering feeling rushing through his veins.

“Jake! You’re all wet!” You say, shoving him away. Jake smiles and shakes his head toward you, droplets of water landing on your face and running down your cheeks. “Eat shit, Jake!” You watch him laugh as he gets up and heads to the locker rooms.

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“WHY WERE YOU AT at the pool?” You ask, mouth full of chicken. The two of you sat in a booth near the corner, at a local fried chicken restaurant. The sound of utensils clattering and the soft chatters of people’s conversation filled the air. Jake’s hair is still wet, his bangs clinging to his forehead. You always thought he looked good when he came out of the pool. Not that it mattered.

You had had a crush on Jake in the eighth grade, but the thought of you and Jake together seemed unreachable. He was your best friend, he wasn’t supposed to be anything more. And yet, eighth grade you would drop everything to be at Jake’s side. You ended up dropping the crush with fear of ruining your friendship, plus he didn’t seem too interested in you. You weren’t heartbroken, but you’re unsure if those feelings ever went away.

“Why? Can’t I swim?” he says, brows raising at the sudden question. You never questioned when he swam. “It’s just that your competition isn’t too soon,” you push around your rice grains with your chopsticks. “I don’t know, you just don’t practice this early. Is there something on your mind?”

You. Jake shakes his head to contradict his thoughts, “No, I just want a head start this season.” You hum, nudging his foot, it was something you did when in thought. “Why? Are you worried about me?” his lips curve into a teasing smile and Jake’s quick to dodge the dirty napkin thrown his way.

“I just don’t want to be the one you’re complaining too.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. Jake’s laughter dies down when a waiter appears.

“Can I get you anything else tod— Y/N?” the all–too–familiar voice calls out your name and you raise your head to view them. “Jaemin?” the name slips past your lips as if you knew him like the two of you were close. Jaemin was your baby project partner in your sophomore year, the two of you had grown sorta close but soon lost touch when he moved schools.

“You work here?” You ask and said boy nods, flashing a charming smile. “Yeah, I started around a month ago.” Jaemin and you engage in short conversation, catching up on each others lives, until Jake clears his throat.

“I don’t think we need anything here, Jaemin.” Jake’s bitter tone isn’t one you hear very often, but it makes its appearance today. “Right, just let me know if you do.” Jaemin sucks in air through his teeth just before smiling at you once more.

“Jake, what was that?” Your tone is also bitter. The latter shrugged dismissively, fiddling with the napkin you had thrown at him earlier. “I didn’t like his energy.”

“His energy?” You scoff disapprovingly, your lips flipping into a tight frown. Jake rubs his nape and for the first time in forever, you’re unable to read his expression. “Whatever, lets just pay and go.”

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“JAKE, DO YOU HAVE anymore quarters?” Riki pokes at Jake’s side whose too busy staring at the blank messages on his phone. You hadn’t texted him in three days, which was quite unusual. He had apologized for acting a certain way at restaurant, so why hadn’t you texted him yet? “Jake,,” Riki drawls out, tugging on Jake’s shirt like an impatient child who was promised ice cream.

“Don’t mind him,” Jay says, his hands moving quickly with the joysticks. Jay’s figure is hunched over the arcade machine, piles of winning tickets sitting on the ledge of the machine. “He’s too busy worrying about his girlfriend.”

“Y/N’s not my girlfriend.” Jake mumbles loud enough for them to hear, teeth tugging on his bottom lip.

“I never said anything about Y/N.” Jay smirks from his seat, head turning to Jake who rolls his eyes. “Shit!” Jay exclaims, realizing he had lost the game because he looked away for a split second to taunt his friend. Riki snickers and scoots Jay out of the chair, “My turn.”

“You don’t even have quarters.” Jay snorts as he watches Riki reach into one of his pockets and pull out a shiny quarter. “I do, I just wanted more.” Riki smiles mischievously, slipping the quarter into the slot and the game immediately starts up again.

“I’m going to look for Sunoo, he should’ve been back with the snacks by now.” Jake sighs in defeat, pocketing his phone. “Don’t think about Y/N too much!” Jay calls out as Jake takes his leave and Riki’s laughter follows quickly after.

As Jake wanders around the arcade, he swears he can hear your voice. But maybe he’s just having withdrawals from without hearing from you. What is he talking about? It’s only been a couple days, why is he acting like the two of you haven’t been separated before?

Jake thinks he’s losing his mind when he hears your laugh but when he turns the corner, he sees you. And you’re not alone. Jaemin and you are standing at the basketball game, laughing about something probably stupid and you attempt to shoot the mini basketball and miss. Jaemin makes a joke and you’re laughing like its the funniest thing in the world.

Jake bites his inner cheek hard to prevent him from saying anything he might regret, instead he turns his back and leaves.

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YOU HAVEN’T HEARD FROM Jake in at least a week and it’s getting worrying. You originally dropped your phone in the sink while doing the dishes and had to get it repaired, preventing you from contacting anyone. After three days without your phone, you expected there to be a couple calls or messages from Jake but, there was absolutely nothing. Just a message saying to pay your rent on time and a missed call from your mom.

You called your mom back, but there something still bugging you. So, you decided to show up at Jake’s apartment. You knock precisely three times and wait, smoothing out the creases of your jeans out of anxiousness.

Theres a shuffle and a bark on the other side and you hear him say, “Layla, its just the door.” You can see the doorknob jiggle and the lock finally clicks and the door swings open to reveal a worn out looking Jake. You can tell he just got back from the pool because of his damp hair falling just above his eyes and the smell of chlorine leeching off him.

Jake stiffens when he sees you and the door closes a little. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asks for the second time that week. You shift awkwardly, shoving your hands into your pockets. “You weren’t picking up my calls, so I decided to come over.”

He presses his lips together, nodding. “Yeah, my phone’s dead.” Jake knows his phone is fully charged and is pushed into the depths of his back pockets. “For a whole week your phone’s been dead?” You frown, playing with the loop of your jeans, eyes trained anywhere but your best friend.

Jake nods again, unsure about his awful lie. You can see right through him and he knows that, but you don’t say anything about it. “Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?” Your voice is quiet.

“I have a closed practice tomorrow.” The air is tense and hush. The silence eats you up and you need to something, anything. “Okay. Goodnight, Jake.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” and the door shuts in your face.

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THE SOUND OF RAIN is harsh against the once clear window panes, streaks of water running down the sheet of glass. A small sigh escapes Jake’s slightly chapped lips as he lets his mind rest, lulling his head back on his couch.

“Stop acting so depressed and go talk to Y/N.” Sunghoon appears from the hallway, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his neck. Taking a seat next to Jake, Sunghoon turns on the TV, adjusting the volume.

“Stop acting like you live here, seriously, it’s getting out of hand Sunghoon.” Jake turns to face his friend, who pays no attention to him. Sunghoon’s eyes are glued to the flickering scenes of some drama.

“What’s stopping you from calling Y/N? Oh yeah, you like her.” Sunghoon retorts, chuckling to himself. The sudden buzz from underneath Jake’s thigh catches his attention more than Sunghoon’s comment, he pulls his phone out, quickly reading the message he had just received.

When Jake doesn’t respond, Sunghoon’s quick to peer over at his friend’s side, but Jake’s quicker. In two seconds flat, Jake clicks off his phone and is off the couch.

The latter shoves his feet into his converse, that were previously lying by the door. “Is it from Y/N?” Sunghoon calls out, watching as Jake flings open the door. “Watch Layla!” is all he says before Sunghoon can hear the door click shut.

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IT’S BEEN NEARLY FOUR weeks since you’ve heard, seen or spoke to Jake. You think maybe this is his way of ending his friendship with you, pushing you away by making up excuses to distance himself from you.

To distract yourself, you fill your days up with Na Jaemin. He always seemed to know what to say or what to do, to reassure you about Jake. He was the only person you talked to about it and, thankfully he understood.

“Ask him to meet up,” Jaemin says over the phone, you can hear him run water on the other line. “To talk about it.”

“Are you sure? What if he doesn’t show up?” Your mind races to the worst possible scenarios at Jaemin’s suggestion. You pick at the skin around your nail out of anxiousness, teeth sinking into the plush of your bottom lip.

“Then it’s not going to be the end of the world, just try.”

And thats how you found yourself at a small coffee shop with text message to Jake about meeting you there. You chose to sit by the big front window, so Jake could spot you easier. You’re nervously drumming your fingers on the table, watching as people outside took cover from the rain by running under awnings or pulling out umbrellas from their bags.

The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries infused the room as busy people traveled in and out of the door, the bell ringing with each touch. The bell rings once more and you don’t think much of it until the seat across from you is filled with your best friend.

Jake’s hair and his clothes are drenched and he’s wiping his rained-on cheek with the sleeve of his soaked hoodie (which seems a little counterproductive). His lips are slightly blue and he’s muttering curses about the rain under his breath.

Without thinking, you reach out and brush his hair out of his eyes, feeling the soft wet strands between your fingers. “Do you not have an umbrella?” You ask softly. Your hand quickly retracts itself and returns to your side when Jake looks up at you with slightly shocked eyes. You mumble a quick ‘Sorry’ to which Jake just shrugs, but you don’t notice the way his cheeks heat up.

A moment of silence passes by and it feels likes forever before someone speaks up. “How have you been?” You don’t make eye contact with him, instead you count how many napkins that are stacked on the middle right of the table.

Jake lets go of a breath, “Good.”

“Cool.”

A waitress arrives and she’s taking out her notepad, “Anything for you guys today?” The waitress’ hair is pulled back in a loose bun and she’s smiling down at you and Jake, her pen hovering over the pages of her notepad.

“Just a coffee with cream and sugar on the side for me.” You say, your voice coming out a lot smoother than expected. You look back at Jake and for the first time, he’s looking back at you. He finally tears his gaze away and tells the waitress he doesn’t need anything and thanks her.

The waitress smiles more and reaches into her apron and throws a couple sugar packets on the table, before leaving for your coffee. More awkward silence follows, but the words you need can’t seem to form.

“Jake, what are we doing?” You ask, a small chuckle that lacks of humor following after. It’s funny, you think. It’s funny how a little distance and miscommunication can seemingly ruin a friendship of eleven years.

“I’m in love with you.” Jake blurts out.

The sudden confession puts you into shock and your mouth falls open and forms an ‘o’. He even seems a little shocked at the words spilled from his lips, but he continues.

“I’ve been in love with you since, I think seventh grade, maybe sixth.” Jake exhales slowly and everything else also seems to move slower. “I just can’t stand to see you being with someone who isn’t me. I want to be the one to make you happy. To wake up next to you. To love you. Not anyone else. But despite all odds, I think I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel the same.”

Your silence is enough for him and suddenly he’s standing up. “Jake,” his name leaves your lips as delicately as ever, but it isn’t enough to stop him. He avoids eye contact with you as he pushes in his chair, the loud sound of the chair scraping the tiled floor drowns out the sound of Jake’s fast beating heart.

Before you know it, he’s gone.

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JAKE IS FEELING NERVOUS. It’s the last race of his competition and quite truthfully, he’s been coming in third or fourth place almost every race of the competition. But how could he think about swimming, when other things clouded his head? Nonetheless, he still had a team he couldn’t let down.

Jake secures his goggles one last time before kneeling on the starting platform, fingers and toes curling over the edge for support. The water was gentle and inviting, drawing him in with every passing second.

“Three…” Out of the corner of his eyes, Jake can make out your figure. He knows you anywhere. Although his limbs were aching, the sudden appearance of you seemed to make him feel the slightest better. You’re leaning against the side of the bleachers, arms crossed and you’re peering at the swimmers.

“Two..” You finally spot Jake, sending him two thumbs up. He bites back a smile and refocuses his eyes back onto the blue water, finally feeling ready.

“One!” The referee blows the whistle and the crowds erupt into cheers as the swimmers dive in. You watch as Jake takes the lead, submerging himself further down the lanes with every kick and push. Other swimmers try to catch up, but he’s already too far down. In no time, Jake wins the race.

Jake rises from the water, head whipping to scan the scoreboard. You can tell he’s pleased when he pumps his fist in the air, grinning wider than ever. Once he’s out of the pool, his teammates are surrounding him and congratulating him for bringing it home. Even his coach seems satisfied.

But theres only one thing on Jake Sim’s mind.

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THE SOUND OF JAKE’S footsteps grow closer as he emerges from the locker rooms. He’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he walks, his duffle bag in the other hand. He doesn’t see you until the two of you collide and his phone clatters to the floor.

The pool is empty. It’s just you and him. The sound of the water filter and your breaths are the only things to be heard.

The two of you reach for the phone in sync, hands brushing against one another. You grab and hand it to him before standing up, not realizing how close the two of you were. Jake’s heart is beating so loud, he almost didn’t hear you mumble a small apology for bumping into him.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Jake looks down and fiddles with his phone, before deciding to push it into the pocket of his shorts. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything the other da—“

“I’m in love with you too.” The words slipping past your lips are uncalled for and Jake feels like he’s dreaming. The sound of your voice drowns out everything else and cloud nine seems just in reach.

“Since eighth grade maybe. I don’t know. But I remember admiring you so much, you put so much effort into everything and, I’m not sure. You were just always there for me—“

Jake closes the space between you two, lips pressing to yours. At first, you tense for the briefest moment out of shock before letting his lips slot against yours. It’s almost like he’s made for you, with the way he cups your cheeks and wraps his arm around your waist to draw you closer, the butterflies and fireworks going crazy in your stomach. You can smell the faint scent of chlorine and vanilla lotion when you lean further into his touch. You let your hands run through his soft hair, eliciting a deep chuckle from the back of his throat and you can feel him smile against your lips.

When you pull away, the shyness reddens your cheeks and you bury your face in Jake’s shoulder. You can feel his chest vibrate with more laughter as he brings his hands to cup your cheeks, bringing you to look at him. His lips looked the slightest bit swollen and pink but he’s smiling ear to ear. “I win.” is all he says and a look of confusion casts across your face.

“I’ve liked you longer.”

You scrunch your nose and flick his forehead, to which Jake rubs the spot where he’s been hit and feigns hurt, an unintentional pout adorning his lips. “Shut up, let’s go get dinner.” You start to walk away from him, hearing his footsteps catch up to you (although he shouldn’t be running near the pool).

“Will you give me another kiss!”

“Only if you pay for dinner!”

[lynn-writes-things]

jjk characters as types of emos

wc: 2.9k

this was a silly lil idea I had, I had way too much fun writing these lmao

mentions of nobamaki (nobara x Maki), inuokku (Inumaki x yuuta), Miwa x Mechamaru

Tokyo Kids:

Megumi Fushiguro:

- DEFINITELY HAD THE “iTs NoT a PhAsE!!1!1!!” edgy bitch boy phase (ily Megs I’m sorry)

- my chem stan first and foremost (not big on danger days tho; three cheers is his fav album)

- also waterparks and bring me the horizon

- had a BIG black veil brides phase, probably tried to style his hair like Andy biersack and did the makeup to match (but his fav member was probably Jinx if we’re being honest)

- modern day, he fucking loves corpse

- lives in hot topic + spencers every time Gojo takes him to the mall

- you know the leather chokers that kinda look like a collar but they have the spikes on them? yeah

- and the spiky bracelets? yeah 😌

- RINGS!!!!!!

- was mildly invested in creepypasta, not as much as Yuuji, but he definitely has read most the big stories (eyeless Jack is his fav)

- also Yuuji absolutely forced him to watch marble hornets and he might’ve caught feelings for Tim (didn’t we all-)

- OH I ALMOST FORGOT THIS MF WENT THROUGH THE EMO BOY WOLF OBSESSION HARDDDDDDDDD

- let’s be real here….

- it’s his greatest shame to this day, but he’s totally growled at people before

- oh he also totally went through the vampire phase

- HAS ABSOLUTELY READ THE VLADIMIR TODD SERIES

- IT WAS HIS FAVORITE SERIES

Yuuji Itadori:

- ok first of all..

- LOVED creepypasta forums, probably wrote a couple himself

- BUT this mf binge watched the entire slenderverse main ARGs on YouTube (probably watches Night Mind religiously for the in-depth coverage)

- tried to do a spin off Marble Hornets with his friends in the occult club but it didn’t work out ://

- evermanHYBRID was his favorite and now he has a major soft spot for Evan since he too is now occasionally puppeted by a scary ancient evil curse/god

- also likes buzzfeed unsolved! tries to get Megumi to go with him to haunted places cause together they’d have the Shane/Ryan dynamic

- Sleeping With Sirens stan!!

- so needless to say he also loves Pierce The Veil

- totally used to listen to Never Shout Never too

- now…. I HATE saying this…. Truly I do… but I think he would’ve been the type of guy who USED TO occasionally listen to blood on the dance floor BEFORE shit came out about them, he would’ve liked to hyperpop type beat ya know?

- he knows every single word to the phone song by JJ demon

- journey’s is his favorite store, hot topic a close second. not a super big fan of spencers tbh, I think it’d intimidate him and the sex toys would make him uncomfy

- even tho he looks like (and is) a sunshine, the emos gravitate towards him (cough cough, Megumi and Junpei) so he’s always been into all of it

Nobara Kugisaki:

- bit more scene-leanin’

- I think this goes without saying…

- Paramour stan

- has a crush on Hayley Williams (don’t we all-)

- LOVES Halestorm too and has a crush on Lyzzy (again, don’t we all-)

- listens to fit for rivals (Maki introduced her to them)

- she also really likes twenty one pilots!!!

- I feel like she’d favor Spencer’s over hot topic, but she also shops at journeys

- idk I think she’s the type to claim hot topic is TOO mainstream/for posers/etc (but if Maki wants to go, suddenly she’s never loved a store more)

- jelly bracelets of her favorite bands

- TOTALLY had the scene kid neon arm fishnet glove things ya know?

- PON AND ZI COMICS

- “I made you a cookie 😊…… but I eated it😞”

- not super into creepypasta stuff but she PROBABLY read at least some creepypasta x reader fanfics on specifically quotev

- GIR BACKPACK GIR BACKPACK GIR BACKPACK

- tried to learn how to skateboard to impress Maki

- it didn’t really work, but Maki did give her some cool bandaids

- peach monster ONLY

Maki Zenin:

- controversial… hello kitty obsessed emo

- she had the stickers, the bandaids, probably even a purse/backpack

- black veil brides stan!! used to make fun of megumi for dressing up like Andy, but let’s be real, she helped him do the makeup

- I think her fav member would be CC (girl has taste)

- fit for rivals stan also

- she found the Damage music video on YouTube and became a fan of all their music real quick

- has a crush on Renee Phoenix (don’t we all-)

- I think she’d like the slenderverse ARG’s a reasonable amount, not like Yuuji tho

- not big into creepypasta, but she’s read Jane the killer, and probably cosplayed her at LEAST once

- Spencers > hot topic, not a fan of journeys

- flirts with nobara through pon and zi comics

- ALSO went through the vampire phase big time, Megumi got her into the Vladimir Todd series and she borrowed all of his books

- her biggest shame is that she’s read My Immortal and actually didn’t hate it

- homestuck fan!!

- monster energy emo

- I think she could rock a snapback ngl

- skateboards, she’s pretty good at it, not as good as Toge tho

- has a collection of cute bandaids, ranging from basic neon ones, to designs, to characters (has several boxes of hello kitty ones)

- (it is a high honor for her to share the hello kitty ones)

- (this is an honor that nobara is lucky enough to receive)

Toge Inumaki:

- eyeliner!!!!!!!

- does he know what he’s doing? not fuckin’ really, but it works out for him

- probably tries to make his eyes look darker underneath cause he wants to look perpetually tired and depressed like Yuuta

- has absolutely done purple frosted tips before

- you think he was allowed to buy the hair dye to do it? fuck no, he used sharpie and made Yuuta or Panda help him

- paints his nails, I’m thinking black and a purple accent nail

- also wears rings, but daintier ones than Megumi wears

- three days grace stan tbh

- other fav bands include: asking alexandria, falling in reverse, waterparks, the maine, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, etc

- my point is, he’s a big time music emo

- he can’t really talk, so he listens to a lot of shit, constantly

- his and Yuuta’s song is black butterflies and deja vu by the maine :))

- skateboards!! he’s really good at it :)

- Yuuta was SO impressed

- shops at Spencers mostly, but if he’s in a mall, he’s usually hanging around the food court trying to look cool (and dragging his friends to chill there with him)

- SUPER into creepypasta, he’s on the same level as Yuuji

- his fav is Ben Drowned

- so obviously he did the cleverbot shit religiously

- did the whole monster tab thing to Yuuta (the KISS one, these are PG headcanons today bitches)

Yuuta Okkatsu:

- “yOu DoNt UnDeRsTaNd My PaIn!!1!11!!!” whenever something minor goes wrong type bitch

- shy boi

- clings to Maki in public cause she always stands up for him

- Maki and Toge have absolutely beaten up bullies for him

- wears chokers!!

- sometimes he borrows rings from Toge

- fall out boy emo

- actually, scratch that, he was big into the fabled 2013 tumblr “holy emo trinity” of fall out boy, panic at the disco, and my chem

- “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” is his anthem

- not into creepypasta really, but he’ll watch/read whatever Toge shows him

- Maki’s homestuck buddy

- watches Dan and Phil!!!

- I also feel like he’d watch markiplier

- FNAF stan (also got Toge into it)

- as far as stores go, he prefers hot topic

- he’s like Yuuji, Spencer’s intimidates him (but he’ll go in with Toge or Maki if they want to)

- literally LIVES off of caffeine, fruit punch Rockstar is his fav drink

- he’s read the Vladimir Todd books, but tbh I think he’d be more of a werewolf guy

- idk man

- cried watching twilight and this is a fact no one lets him live down

- did not understand the monster tab proposal, but when it was explained, this boy combusted (but absolutely did give Toge a kiss)

- this became their thing :)

- also!!! he doodles!!!! he gives himself and his friends sharpie “tattoos”

- let’s Toge paint his nails 🥹

Kyoto Kids:

Momo Nishimiya:

- only mildly emo tbh

- goes without saying, but

- witchcraft emo

- got that 2014 tumblr witchy aesthetic

- sleeping with sirens stan

- supernatural stannnn

- this is canon tho right?

- Halsey stan!!!! taste!!!

- absolutely reads homestuck

- zodiac OBSESSED

- hot topic shopper

- jelly bracelets!!!!

- invader zim fan, has a lot of gir merch

- fake tattoos, 100%

- really really good at gothic makeup

- her fav thing to do is a big batwing liner paired with black or purple lipstick

- watches Dan and Phil, probably ships them tbh

- not into slenderverse ARG’s, but she’s subscribed to Night Mind and watches his explained series on other ARG’s

- don’t hug me I’m scared

- also?? I think she’d like FNAF

- it would scare her, she’d have to watch it with Mai and maybe also Miwa, but I think she’d enjoy it

- oh oh oh, totally gives herself fake (and real) piercings

- buzzfeed unsolved with the homies

Mai Zenin:

- CONTROVERSIAL… BUT!!!

- she at least USED to listen to Die Antwoord

- had a weird crush on Yolandi (I might be projecting)

- I’m dying on this hill, fuck you

- secretly very into creepypasta but hides it from everyone

- the concept of her and Maki having the same favorite band is too funny for me to pass up, but I do also genuinely think she’d love Fit For Rivals

- to throw an even rarer band into the mix, she listens to Icon For Hire

- bring me the horizon stan

- shops exclusively at Spencer’s

- not a skateboarder, but she rollerblades

- I can see her wearing snapbacks, I think it’d look good

- either has or wanted gauges

- watches buzzfeed unsolved with the other Kyoto kids

- proooobably used to watch Brian Starz interviews before.. ya know

- used to watch jeffree star makeup tutorials before, ya know

- fruit punch monster for the winnnnn

- she does stick and poke tattoos!!

Aoi Todo:

- no emo energy, sorry

- I think if anything the MOST he’d classify is that his gym playlist is full of metal music

- MAYBE got a tattoo from Mai

Noritoshi Kamo:

- “yOu WoUlDn’T uNdErStAnD 🙄”

- MY BOY IS A MY CHEM STANNNNNNN

- has to keep it all secret cause of clan stuff

- wears eyeliner, looks damn good in it

- CHAINSSSS

- neck chains, finger chains, belt chains, etc

- his ears are pierced shhhh

- he did them himself with a safety pin

- loves corpse, probably has a lil bond with Megumi about it

- Spencers > hot topic, but still shops at both, not big on journeys

- wants so many piercings, but alas…

- let Mai give him a tiny tattoo somewhere that’s easy to hide

- SUPER into vampires

- he had fun with his cursed technique when he got into vampires lmao

- not real into energy drinks, but he likes coffee

- sometimes he’s been known to nurse a plain monster to look cool

- this man…. writes slam poetry

- probably posts it online under a pseudonym

- he just has too many feelings and he is not allowed to express any of them :((

- wants to dye the tips of his hair red, but he’s not allowed :(

- part of the unsolved club

- creepypasta fan, his fav is ticci toby

- has ABSOLUTELY read My Immortal at some point

- gets upset if someone teases him about it

- he strikes as the type who has read every single goosebumps book in middle school (and honestly, same, good for him)

Kasumi Miwa:

- scene kid!! look at those bangs and tell me otherwise!

- “rawr XD” type beat babey

- Pon and Zi comics @ Gojo (who does not get it)

- but also @ Kokichi (who does get it)

- wants to be edgier, but alas, she is a sunshine

- Never Shout Never fan

- also really likes sleeping with sirens

- likes my chem but danger days is her fav album (she also read all the comics)

- Journeys > hot topic, spencers scares her

- super into creepypasta and slenderverse ARG’s!!!

- her and Yuuji probably talk about them together tbh

- FNAF fan!! probably got Momo into it, consequently also got Mai into it

- she LOVED homestuck

- totally read My Immortal, unironically enjoyed it

- tumblr kid through and through

- probably got super into Superwholock

- also probably watches let’s plays, specifically markiplier and achievement hunter (Gavin is her fav, she misses Ray ((don’t we all-))

- Danganronpa fan!!!

Kokichi Muta:

- I’ll be honest here I do not have a strong grasp on his character so bear with me here cause I know damn well he belongs on this list

- possibly the top of it

- rivals Megumi for top emo

- creepypasta fan ofc, needs something to read

- probably came up with his own, either posted it in the forums or he just wrote his own creepypasta oc fanfics

- Miwa introduced him to Danganronpa, he got super into it

- they play it together :))

- doesn’t shop :// but he’ll go along with his friends if they want to go

- wears a bracelet that Miwa made him 24/7 (its matching, they have little pon and zi charms 🥹)

- read homestuck, wasn’t super into it

- really likes being included in the buzzfeed unsolved nights!!

- similar to Toge, he listens to like… everything

- is it mean if I say his favorite song is I Am Machine-

Now onto the elder emos:

Suguru Geto:

- in his early years he 1000000% was similar to Megumi with the “iTs NoT a PhAsE” phase

- chilled out with age

- (still listens to the same music tho)

- probably worked at Spencer’s tbh

- he really likes my chem!!! Frank is his fav

- also listens to a lot of Franks other bands (Leathermouth was his fav)

- three days grace is his shit tho

- also big into Green Day!

- tbh I think he listened to a lot of dragonforce for awhile

- butterfly knife skills for dayyyysssss

- HAS teased the shit out of his hair at least once in THOSE days

- honestly he probably had a raccoon tail in his hair at some point or another

- the gauges are a given, mf still has them and wears them proudly

- paints his nails black!! sometimes with a red accent

Satoru Gojo:

- not super on this list, he ain’t super emo, might’ve had a teensy bit of a scene phase

- If you’re wondering where Megumi learned to growl at people tho it’s bc Gojo barks

- you read that right, this mf barks at people

- still does

- makes fun of everyone for their taste in music, even though he also listens to some of it

- makes fun of Suguru WHILE BEGGING TO LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC WITH HIM

- steals all Suguru’s band tees, past and present

Kento Nanami:

- has grown out of his emo phase

- every now and then he falls back into the music tho

- DEFINITELY was a my chem stan, super invested

- knew he wanted kids after watching them become parents

- edge lord extreme in his youth, love that for him 🖤

- has the intro dialogue to I’m Not Okay memorized

- he got caught by Suguru while sneaking out of school one night to go to some punk rock concert

- Suguru gave him a ride cause he was also on his way to the same concert

- had the leather spikey bracelets and matching choker like Megumi, gets WHIPLASH when he sees Megumi rocking the same shit years later

- fills him with pride tbh

- he listens to what The Kids are listening to these days, out of curiosity

- doesn’t hate it

- tbh he’s just happy watching the young emos do their thing

- has probably caught SOME of them sneaking out to go to a concert

- obviously drove them himself and told them to call him if they needed a ride back

- protector of the future emos 🖤

Shoko Ieri:

- we’re here for a good time not a long time vibes

- listens to a lot of the maine

- loves halestorm, has a crush on Lyzzy Hale

- has smacked Gojo for making fun of her music taste before and will do it again

- regularly jams out with Suguru

- used to work at Spencers with him, probably stole some stuff and got fired

- piercings!!!

- had her tongue pierced

- probably briefly had her septum pierced too but it got infected from all her smoking and she was too stubborn to quit so she just took it out instead

- I bet… I BET she has her nipples pierced, hot bitch shit ya know?

- honestly probably got them done at the same time as Utahime on a dare

- she doesn’t show it much but seeing the current students getting into the scene makes her happy

- makes her remember all the shit they used to get up to when they were students

- quite literally survives off of peach redbull

- she mixed it with her coffee one day and the boys kept joking that she was a bad example as a doctor

- SILLY BANDS!!!!!!!!!!! The boys steal them from her all the time

Choso Kamo:

- MY LOVE!!!!

- HUGE my chem stan, three cheers is his fav album

- thank you for the venom is his favorite song

- asking alexandria is another of his favs

- likes bring me the horizon too

- Yuuji showed him modern emo bands, he showed Yuuji old emo bands in return

- caught Yuuji in one of his old band tees once, literally gave him some and made him listen to at least one song from every band

- smokes cigs cause he’s old enough to do so

- not too big on energy drinks but can be found drinking coffee nonstop

- HAS SO MANY CHAINS BRO

- has a choker that looks a lot like a dog collar

- call me crazy but I think he could rock a bridge piercing if he wanted to

- pretty rings that will hurt like hell if he punches you while wearing them, do not mess with his brothers 🖤

- smudged eyeliner and black lipstick has ALWAYS been his fav look, probably blends a bit of purple in the middle

- also purple eyeshadow

- black nail polish!!

- overall just sweet elder emo who will protect Yuuji and his friends from anyone who tries to get in their way

[lailarain]

Warning: Spoilers for Super Danganronpa 2.5: Komaeda Nagito

Let's be honest, I'm only here for Nagito lol

(I really wanted to watch the english dub but I could only find the japanese one so yeah😔)

Episode 1(the only episode):

IT'S NAGITO BABY YES

Wait isn't that other blonde bitch, peach hair bitch, and white hair girl?

Run of the mill guy my ass🤨

SAYAKA IS THAT YOU

WAIT DID NAGITO JUST GET HIT BY A CAR

Wait isn't he the ultimate lucky student? He seems really unlucky. Is this even canon

Okay I googled it and this is canon so wtf is going on

Is this an alternative universe or some shit

WAIT MAKOTO IS FLIRTING WHY IS MAKOTO FLIRTING WHAT IN THE LITERAL FUCK IS GOING ON

DID HE JUST CALL HER DARLING

WAIT THAT'S EVERYBODY EVEN THE SCARY TEACHER LADY

WAIT KAZUCHI AND FUYUHIKO ARE FRIENDS WITH HIM THAT'S SO WHOLESOME

HE'S JUST SITTING THERE SO CHILL WHILE THE BASEBALL COMES THROUGH THE WINDOW THAT'S SO HIM THO

LEON DID THAT WAIT WHAT

Wait it's normally the other way around where Nagito's good luck gives everyone else bad luck

I see Soda is still a simp😅

And an idiot, apparently

NAGITO IS SO DRAMATIC LMAOO

WAIT THE TEACHER SOUNDS LIKE A LITERALLY TWO YEAR OLD IS THIS REALLY WHAT SHE SOUNDS LIKE IN JAPANESE?!?!?!?

Kazuichi is cool and all but this dude has gotta stop being a SIMP

WAIT NAGITO WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU COULD AT LEAST BREAK IT TO HIM KINDLY?

Nagito is....speaking facts actually😳

THE FISTBUMP SO WHOLESOME AGGGHHH

WAIT WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH NAGITO

HE BASICALLY WORSHIPS PEOPLE WITH TALENT WHO IS THIS GUY WTF IS HE TALKING ABOUT

Okay Nagito you're getting a little scary😀

Peko in the bush be like 😡

FUYUHIKO NOT JUDGING HIM FOR WHO HE IS YES

Fuyuhiko is still the same I see🤣

WAIT WHY IS NAGITO THIS UNLUCKY

NAGITO WYD😳😳😳

Can we get an f in the chat for Nagito

WAIT IS THAT HAJIME WHAT

Or.....Izuru maybe?

WAIT WHY ARE THERE POLICE OFFICERS ALL OF A SUDDEN WHAT'S GOING ON

WAIT HE JUST KILLED THEM

WHAT ARE THOSE RED SQUARE THINGS

Awwww Sonia had fun

WAIT WHAT'S GOING ON

IS THAT A MURAL

WAIT IS KAZUICHI DEAD WHAT'S GOING ON I'M SO CONFUSED

SOUDA WAS WHAT?!?!?!?!?

He wants to avenge his friend aww🥺

DAMN SONIA IS A BADDIE💅

Nagito what are you doing go with them🤨

Poor Nagi you're special too🥺

WAIT HAJIME KILLED SOUDA WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

WAIT I THINK HE'S TALKING ABOUT NAGITO BUT WHY WOULD HE KILL HIM JUST FOR BEING NAGITO'S FRIEND?!?!?!?

SONIA HAS A BAZOOKA WHY DOES SHE HAVE A BAZOOKA

WAIT DON'T TELL ME PEKO IS DYING

WAIT DON'T TELL ME FUYUHIKO IS DEAD

HAJIME WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON'T YOU DARE

PEKO NO

WAIT THIS CAN'T BE AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE BECAUSE HE CLEARLY REMEMBERS WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM IN GOODBYE DESPAIR SO WHAT'S GOING ON WHY DID HAJIME KILL THEM

WHY IS HAJIME TRYING TO END THE WORLD WHY IS THE WORLD EVEN FIXED IN THE FIRST PLACE

WHAT NO THEY'RE DEAD FUCK

PETITION TO GET NAGITO A MF THERAPIST

WAIT PLEASE TELL ME NAGITO IS GONNA PULL OUT A GUN AGAIN

Wait did the screws just-

WAIT NAGITO DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME AGAIN

WAIT DID HE JUST SHOOT-

NAGITO NOOOOOOO

I ONLY GOT TO SEE YOU FOR 19 MINUTES WHYYYYY

WAIT HE'S ALIVE WHY DID HIS OUTFIT SUDDENLY CHANGE

Wait WHAT "ILLUSION" WHAT'S GOING ON

WAIT BUT I THOUGHT THEY GOT RELEASED FROMT HE PROGRAM AFTER JUNKO DIED WTF

WAIT SO THE WHOLESOME KAZUICHI-FUYUHIKO-NAGITO TRIO WASN'T REAL!?!??!?

At least Nagito has come back to his senses😭😭😭

WAIT SO THAT MEANS HE REALLY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS THATS SO SWEET

Ohhhhhh so THAT'S why Makoto was so florty it's because he viewed Makoto as a lot less awkward than he actually was

WAIT HE'S AWAKE YES

AWWWWW MY BOI IS SO HAPPY AHHHHH

AWWWWW HE'S HUGGING THEM

WAIT IS THAT IT!?!?!?

Well, at the very least, I'm happy to see an entire special centered around my favorite boi.

Okay, as for how I rate 「Super Danganronpa 2.5: Komaeda Nagito」、I think I'd rate it 9/10. I loved the idea, the story, and the way it was centered around my favorite character in the whole francise. I extremely enjoyed how wholesome the friendship of Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Nagito was. However, I was confused as to what was happening during the majority of it. And while there's nothing necessarily WRONG with that, I'm still confused as to why he would've wanted to be friends with Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko, of all people. I would've found it more realistic if it was instead Chiaki and Hajime. I also wonder how he knew that Hajime and Izuru were the same person from the moment he woke up, even though he was dead and not present furing the big reveal at the end of the second game. I'm also curious as to why he despised talent in the weird virtual world. It's likely that they answers to all those questions were obvious and I'm just a huge idiot tho. Overall, it was nice to see what could've been of Nagito, and to discover how much he actually does value friendship. It helped understand and grow to know better the lovable, chaotic boi that we all either love or hate, known as Nagito Komaeda.

[milks-writings]

Yeahhh!!!, okay can I request a Aone, Kyoutani x female reader. How there friendship started and how they was scared to confess to (y/n) because they thought they had scared her away because they was having a bad day on top of trying to confess to her. Years later they have a baby.🥺🥺🥺Something cute like that❤. Thanks, hope it makes sense 🤷🏽‍♀️

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Takanobu Aone x Fem!Reader;  Kentarō Kyōtani x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing but I swear one day imma stop

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: OMG YASSS I LOVE THIS,,, and sorry for making you wait so long honey🥺💕

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Headcanons: Aone and Kyōtani from friends to lovers (+child bonus):

AONE:

• ₊°✧˗ ♡ How did your friendship start?

So you arranged a study group with a few other guys from the Volleyball team and aone was there too!

AND YOU WERE LIKE AJSDF AONE WHOOO???

Honestly, you knew who he was you were just scared to talk to him rip

I mean have y’all seen him? ScarYY

So while studying with the other Aone came up to you to ask you something aND HE WAS SO NICE ACTUALLY???

Like he bowed n shit and suddenly you weren’t scared at all

He do be softie af so you decided to exchange numbers in case he had questions to any topics!

He helped you a lot too for studying and also for many tests and over the time you just started to meet up alone, to study aojsdfx

But after a while, you would stop studying and would just talk to each other about anything and that’s how your friendship started

• ₊°✧˗ ♡ Him trying to confess

We all know that Aone is baby and honestly,,, he would be so scared to confess to you :(

Like you were already having a bad day since you got two bad grades on your tests and on top of that your teacher got mad at you since you forgot your homework that day

AND HE DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD A BAD DAY

So after seeing you just going out of his way he was like fCk did I scare her? :((

Tbh he wanted to confess this day since he got mentally prepared the whole week for that but YOU ARE SO PISSED

“Hey Y/N” “What?” the way you spat out the what made him freeze on the spot and he immediately turned around and was like NVM

“Now tell me aone, what is wrong?” you asked a little annoyed, tilting your head

N HE WAS LIKE NOW OR NEVER

“I really like you” wHat???

“Uh, sorry, I didn’t understand you, what?”

“I really like you!” And he turned around again to face you, HIS FACE BEET RED OMG

“Oh” you were so surprised LIKE YOUR CRUSH LIKES YOU BACK AHHH

“I- uh- I like you too” whaAA

He is not okay

His heart stopped beating tbh and then it started to race

YOU LIKED HIM BACK AOJSDF

rip him and his soul

“uh, eh,, ugh,,, I- what??”

DID I STUTTER???

“I like you too” WHAAAOSDJFOSJFD

He tries to stay caLm but uGh

“I uhm,,, thanks,,, I guess,,,,,”

bitch wh0t why did you say thanks???

n E WAY THAT’S HOW YOU TWO STARTED DATING <33

• ₊°✧˗ ♡ Having a child with him:

Soft hours: open

I AM NOT KIDDINGA OSDFJ

He is just,,, so soft for your kid :((

After you told him about the kid he was like wh0t we will get a chILD?

I WILL BE A DAD???

EHHHH

10/10 he would tear up out of happiness and would tell EVERYONE OH MY GOD-

You are lowkey embarrassed but high-key happy too

THE BEST DAD LAJDSOF

He can scare everyone away if they are mean to your kid with only a glare and he will treat your kid like a god/ness

Everyone wants a dad like him lets be honest

He is pretty funny too idk how he does that,,,

Also has a mf dad instinct

KYŌTANI:

• ₊°✧˗ ♡ How did your friendship start?

Ehh so you were friends with Oinkawa tofu Oikawa Tooru and he invited you over to one of his games n you were like,,, ok???

You low-key prayed to not get killed by his fangirls tbh

N E WAY

So on his game, there was this hOT GUY AND I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT IWAIZUMI

It was Kyoutani ugh

Let’s be honest we all have a crush on him whenever we want to or not

N AFTER THE GAME YOU JUST ASKED HIM FOR HIS NUMBER BECAUSE WHY NOT

Baby got so shy but also tsundere and he was like,,, maybe,,,,,

In the end, he gave it anyway ugh

So you started to text him v often and visit him by his games <33

11/10 you had a crush on him before he crushed on you

And thanks to Oinkawa Tofu you guys started to get even closer and closer since Trashykawa wanted to set you guys up!!

• ₊°✧˗ ♡ Him trying to confess

He would just straight up tell you

OR AT LEAST HE PLANNED TO DO THAT

But after you had to walk through the rain only to know that your first class wouldn’t take part since the teacher was sick and you had to wait alone in the cold your day was d o n e

So after he tried to talk to you he was sO shy

He tried to talk to you but you snapping on him got him anNOYED TOO

and I have the feeling that whenever he is mad he is even blunter and would not think about his words

So he just straight up spat out “I wanted to tell you that I like you but according to your snapping you don’t like me back” TSUNDERE AF

“I am sorry, what?” “Nothing” and he HAD THE AUDACITY TO HUFF OASDOIFJ

N e way it kinda ended up as a small fight

BUT YOU ENDED UP YELLING “I have liked you since the day we met” so rip you and your whole existence

So that’s how you confessed oasjdf

• ₊°✧˗ ♡ Having a child with him:

He is even tsundere to his kid's wtf

So not like that he didn’t like your kids or wouldn’t treat them right just whenever someone asks him something about your kids he is like ‘None of your business’ and uGh

He is a sweetheart to your kids and raises them so well!!

No one would want him as a father but that’s only because they do not know him :(

Your kid is so happy to have him and you are of course too!! <3

Once he found out about being a dad he cried ok

He was so happy but told almost no one aohsdf

I mean it is not their business

Oinkawa Tofu is their uncle

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

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[honeyopinion]

20/20 Albums of the Year

Circles by Mac Miller  |  Hip-Hop, Soul, Funk Released: January 17, 2020

Best Album For... Pouring One Out for Mac

I wrote a few different drafts of this album summary, and none of them felt like they really fit the impossibly large bill of accurately describing the posthumous importance or brilliance of this album. If you are a fan of hip-hop or soul music of any kind, try to give this piece of work a chance. I for one, used to judge Mac based on his early frat rap days in the late 2000s. But a decade later he came to leave the world with one of the most surprising and frankly impressive artistic evolutions that I’ve been able to witness in real time. RIP Mac. 

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Start With: “Circles” or “Everybody”

Marigold by Pinegrove  |  Alternative Country and Folk Rock Released: January 17, 2020

Best Album For… Passing Through a Small Town on a Cloudy Winter Day 

Pinegrove was one of the last great concerts I got to experience before the pandemic. And it was my favorite performance of theirs from the last 6 years of seeing them play live. Is this my favorite album of theirs? Honestly, it’s not. But I still find it extremely enjoyable, and the memory of seeing these songs performed live, along with some of their classics, was enough for me to include it on this list. This is an album that marks Pinegrove’s exit from their pop punk roots. It’s still sentimental, but much more country and folk rock focused vs. anything trying to be associated with emo or punk. 

Spotify      Apple Music      YouTube      Pandora   Start With: “The Alarmist” or “No Drugs”

Watch This Liquid Pour Itself by Okay Kaya  |  Synth Pop, Art Rock, Folk Released: January 24, 2020

Best Album For… Crywanking at 3am, Bathed in The Dull Light of Your Overheating Laptop

What if Feist and Father John Misty had a secret love child? They might sound something like Okay Kaya. Self proclaimed “Singer ~ Crywanker,” Okay Kaya brings serious BDE to weirdo art pop that she seems like she could be a plant  from the mind of Nathan Fielder. Kaya delivers with such deadpan precision as she rolls out line after line of sarcastic joy, staring blankly at our dystopian reality. “Here I am, the whole world is my daddy,” “Netflix and yeast infection,” “Sex with me is mediocre,” “I just want us to do well like Jon Bon Jovi’s Rosê,” and, “My parasite and I are blushing / In the zero interaction ramen bar,” are just a few examples of some of her memorable and biting lyrics. The entire album is both a critique and nihilistic fondness for the absurdity of our lonely technological society, not quite sure how to deal with taboos like repressed female sexuality, depression, and codependency. 

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Start With: “Baby Little Tween” or “Asexual Wellbeing”

UNLOCKED by Denzel Curry and Kenny Beats  |  Hip-Hop Released: February 7, 2020

Best Album For... Nodding Your Damn Head To, Feeling Cooler Than You Actually Are

I had to double check that this was an album. Clocking in under 20 minutes, this collection of songs feels more like an EP, especially with the track titles that purposefully look like file names and placeholders. But for a short album, Denzel wastes no time, furiously zigging and zagging effortlessly over Kenny Beats’ 90s New York-indebted production (ad libs and all). Kenny pulls out samples of an array of pop culture references made by Denzel (like quotes from movies and weapon sound effects like a lightsaber) — as he rotates his flow between admirable impressions of DMX, Nas, and Joey Bada$$.

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Start With: “So.Incredible.pkg” or “DIET_”

Cardboard City by Zack Villere  |  Pop, Electronic, R&B Released: February 14, 2020

Best Album For… Pal-ing Around With Your Friends From High School, Maybe Quoting Superbad At The Same Time

The first time I watched a music video from Zack Villere, I noticed the top comment said: “how did frank ocean get trapped in mark zuckerberg.” And while that definitely gets at the heart of how Zack Villere presents himself, he is not a phenomenal singer like Frank Ocean is, nor does he come off as an asshole like Mark Zuckerberg does. I would say that he is just a slightly awkward nerdy white guy who loves hip-hop production and R&B melodies. So the better question is really, “how did drake get trapped in michael cera?” This premise should not work at all, but somehow it does. This is only Villere’s second album, but he shows some serious production and songwriting chops, plus a commitment to his delivery that comes across as genuine, charming, and unique. 

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Start With: “Grateful” or “Superhero Strength”

The Slow Rush by Tame Impala  |  Psych Rock, Synth Pop, Disco Released: February 14, 2020

Best Album For... Throwing a Silent Disco For One 

Tame Impala continues on their now 10 year streak of psych rock dominance. Along the way we’ve seen Kevin Parker master and stretch the boundaries of psychedelic production. This has resulted in his music coming as close to sounding like the best aspects of The Beatles, while also expanding into hip hop drums, R&B hooks, plus more and more electronic elements. This is an album that I was not super impressed with when it initially came out, but as we entered the pandemic and were tasked with finding small joys in staying at home all the time, I found myself going back to this album and appreciating the themes of solitude and self reflection that Parker has drawn from throughout his career.

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Start With: “Posthumous Forgiveness” or “One More Hour”

1988 by Knxwledge  |  Hip-Hop Released: March 27, 2020

Best Album For... Pumping Your Brakes and Driving Slow, Uh *Homie* Although this album is named after a year in the 80s, the sound here is a perfect portal back to 90s golden era hip-hop, with all the gospel, soul samples, and the kind of deep bass you want to feel in your chest. This is the rare, largely instrumental hip-hop album that I find myself going back to, other than works from the legendary J Dilla and MF Doom. Knxwledge is good friends and a frequent collaborator with Anderson .Paak (in the form of NxWorries). Here we get Anderson to grace us with his presence on the track “itkanbe[sonice]”, and of course it sounds just like an authentic vintage soul sample. When I hear this collection of songs it makes me wish I still had a car, so I could inevitably damage my speakers listening to this.

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Start With: “dont be afraid” or “thats allwekando.”

Future Nostalgia by Dua Lipa  |  Pop, R&B, Funk, Disco Released: March 27, 2020 Best Album For... Alarming Your Pet With Your Enthusiastic Lip Syncing

This album is a pure sugar rush. Like Bruno Mars with the help of Mark Ronson, or Calvin Harris a few years ago, Dua has harnessed a nostalgia (it’s even in the title, wink) for disco, funk and R&B, and is instantly a sexy, catchy, not-so-guilty pleasure. It’s sad that the majority of these songs are all bonafide club hits that didn’t have a proper home this year … except for my living room. And hopefully yours.

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Start With: “Pretty Please” or “Future Nostalgia”

Hold Space For Me by Orion Sun  |  Alternative R&B and Hip-Hop Released: March 27, 2020

Best Album For... Wishing Frank Ocean Was Your Dad

“Alternative R&B” is a contentious term, but what else would you call one of a few R&B singers cool enough to make it onto (NYC indie darlings) Mom+Pop Records?? On one hand, she brings the vulnerable and introverted lyrics of an indie singer songwriter like Tracey Chapman, crossed with the raw presence and sweet melodic delivery of a true R&B star like Aaliyah. I’d even go far enough to refer to her as the musical stepchild of Frank Ocean and SZA.

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Start With: “Ne Me Quitte Pass (Don’t Leave Me)” or “Lightning”

You and Your Friends by Peach Pit  |  Indie Rock and Dream Pop Released: April 3, 2020

Best Album For... Going Back To Your College Town To Crash A Party

Peach Pit seem like they would be cool dudes to hang out with. You have no problem picturing them as the band playing a house show in an indie movie about college kids. And that’s because there’s a familiarity to the scenes that their songs portray, of stumbling through your 20s, either being too dumb or having too much fun to notice. It’s funny to refer to this as “Indie” rock since this is Peach Pit’s major label debut with Columbia Records. But It has all the trappings of Indie; sticky melodies, gentle reverb, an “I’m not trying that hard” vibe, and lyrics that are oddly specific enough to be interesting, but still vague enough to be relatable.

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Start With: “Feelin’ Low (Fuckboy Blues)” or “Shampoo Bottles”

Heaven To a Tortured Mind by Yves Tumor  |  Psych Rock, Indie Pop, Post-Punk, Alternative R&B, Experimental Electronic Released: April 3, 2020

Best Album For... Tearing Up The Fucking Dance Floor With Your Hot Robot Girlfriend

If Tyler the Creator, Alex G, King Krule, and Blood Orange all got into the studio together and dropped a shit ton of acid on Halloween, their recording session might sound something like Heaven To a Tortured Mind… And even then, you still might have trouble putting your finger on exactly what you’re hearing. “Dream Palette” is a good reference track for Tumor’s most wild and mesmerizing qualities. The biggest styles of the past half century of music have been loaded into this gleefully effective genre blender, with blades of dissonance slicing everything up, creating a surrealist sonic smoothie.

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Start With: “Super Stars” or “Dream Palette”

The New Abnormal by The Strokes  |  Indie Rock, Dirtbag Disco, Synth Pop Released: April 10, 2020

Best Album For... Mixing Yourself Another Drink This Saturday Night

Back from the dead, The Strokes return with their first album in 7 years to turn some heads and settle back into some old habits. The charming messy haired garage rock of the early 2000s still pops up here and there, but this is really a record where the group is mature enough to show you that they actually are trying, and are unafraid to take joyous swings for the fences. Julian Casablancas pushes his scratchy alley cat yelp of a voice into something more vulnerable, sunny, and sweet, like he asked for a piña colada (you know, with one of those little umbrellas) instead of a double shot of scotch before hopping up on stage… Or maybe he did both. But these days, everyone is looking for some sort of break from our groundhog day lives any way that we can. Sometimes that sounds like selling out, or depending on how you look at it, stepping up. This album is the result of a group of old friends who got together to make music they simply want to make for themselves. Now far removed from the 2000s New York scene where their younger selves were acting too cool and disaffected to care about having fun.

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Start With: “Eternal Summer” or “The Adults Are Talking”

The Loves of Your Life by Hamilton Leithauser  |  Indie Rock and Alternative Country Released: April 10, 2020

Best Album For... Drinking Down At The Docks, Watching The Sun Set

While I am a fan of The Walkmen, I have no idea what their frontman Hamilton Leithauser looks like or how he dresses. But hearing these songs off of his latest solo, I imagine the following: a member of Mumford and Sons if they were edgy and cooler, giving off a “cowboy rocker meets depression-era dock worker” aesthetic. That’s exactly how his music comes off to me. It’s a convincing blend of blues rock, Americana, and old timey country music. All expertly narrated by dusty country guitars and standup bass, tarnished horns and flutes, and what I imagine to be a restored saloon piano. The Loves of Your Life originally started as a collection of short stories, each about characters based on both people he knew and strangers. Leithauser then wrote the music separately, and finally came to mix and match their parts together in a surprisingly convincing fashion to create the album.

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Start With: “Wack Jack” or “Cross-Sound Ferry (Walk-On Ticket)”

What Kinda Music by Tom Misch and Yussef Dayes  |  Neo-Soul, Electronic, Hip-Hop

Released: April 24, 2020

Best Album For... Cooking For Someone You’re In Love With

Exactly what kind of music do Tom Misch and Yussef Dayes make? It’s orchestral, it’s jazz-infused, it’s hip-hop beats joined with gentle soul. It’s a little sexy, it’s a little mysterious, and you’re going to want to listen to it a whole lot. That’s it. That’s what kind of music it is! Send tweet. 

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Start With: “What Kinda Music” or “Storm Before The Calm”

Petals For Armor by Hayley Williams  |  Electronic Pop and Art Rock Released: May 8, 2020

Best Album For... Browsing Depop for Your Next 80s Normcore ‘Fit

Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. You are too good for this wretched world!! After exploring more adventurous sounds and genre hopping over the last few Paramore records, Hayley decided to go out on her own. This really frees herself from the expectations that come along with being the face and heart of a wildly popular band for the last 15+ years. Thom Yorke fans rejoice, because Hayley Williams has a clear admiration for Radiohead’s haunting indie electronic vibe, while emoting some pain and darkness atop her love for 80s pop and art rock (think Genesis, Devo, The Talking Heads). This is a promising new avenue for Hayley to explore herself and process her pain and desire completely on her own. I see this new project of hers only blooming further from here.

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Start With: “Simmer” or “Sudden Desire” 

Set My Heart On Fire Immediately by Perfume Genius  |  Indie Pop and Art Rock Released: May 15, 2020

Best Album For... Daydreaming That You Were Somewhere Else

For his 5th studio album, Perfume Genius enlists production wizard and guitar god Blake Mills, along with Grammy Award-winning arranger and multi-instrumentalist Rob Moose to create a beautiful swirling mosaic of 80s pastel pop that also packs serious classic rock grandeur. Bass guitar dances between satin smooth lines on one song to churning distorted currents on the next. Sparkling string arrangements and organs bleed together to expose a fading sunset that you’ll want to try and hold in your hands to keep it in sight. Perfume Genius is unafraid to challenge traditional masculinity, packing a 21st century queer machismo into both the quiet moments and jubilant explosions.

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Start With: “Without You” or “Describe”

græ by Moses Sumney  |  Indie Pop, Art Rock, Neo-Soul, Psychic Folk Released: May 15, 2020

Best Album For... Astral Projection 101 

I mean this in the best way possible, but I think that Moses Sumney is a witch. Or maybe a wizard? There’s no other reasonable explanation for the level of creativity and wonder that he summons. This album feels like a private concert by a waterfall (similar to one on the cover), with ethereal pleas, and heavy ideas—like meditating on what lies beyond the constraints of the physical self and reconsidering how well we can actually trust memory and the mind. Sumney layers his voice to create the effect of a ghostly choir, accented by a stark intimidating falsetto that reverberates through the ruins of an abandoned temple where Sumney is the only one in attendance.

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Start With: “Cut Me” or “Polly”

WILL THIS MAKE ME GOOD by Nick Hakim  |  Psychedelic Neo-Soul Released: May 15, 2020

Best Album For... Playing Pool in a Hazy Dive Bar

Nick Hakim is a silky smooth smokey crooner who paints with warbly piano loops, dreamy reverb-heavy guitar, boom bap beats—not to mention a falsetto that would make Smokey Robinson jealous. Clearly a fan of Motown and 60s jazz, Hakim could be considered a peer of Thunder Cat and Anderson .Paak’s to a degree. I remember seeing him perform at Music Hall of Williamsburg a few years ago. The performance ended with him falling down on stage (presumably from being under the influence of multiple substances). But while the song continued he popped back up and belted an impressive high note like it was nothing, drink in hand. And it’s that kind of messy beauty that also makes this album so engrossing. Like watching the eye of the storm get closer and closer, but unable to look away from the sheer magnetism that nature can wield.

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RTJ4 by Run The Jewels  |  Hip-Hop Released: June 3, 2020

Best Album For... Making Your Next Protest Sign

Run The Jewels’ fourth outing might be the most unapologetically angry rap album in the “fuck this” year of 2020. And it reminded me that I should absolutely still be furious about everything that happened during this groundbreaking yet terrifyingly familiar year: country wide protests over the continued murder of innocent black people at the hands of the police, government drone strikes and detaining kids in cages, the state of our environment worsening—and that’s not even addressing the pandemic or election. Killer Mike and El-P are here to scream from the rooftops that our current system of cutthroat capitalism and white supremacy is killing the planet and its inhabitants, and I’m glad that they’re using their platform to continue to sound the alarm.

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Start With: “out of sight” or “ooh la la”

Your Hero Is Not Dead by Westerman  |  New Wave Revival and Indie Pop Released: June 5, 2020 Best Album For... Wanting Your Old School MTV

The cover of Westerman’s first proper album is mostly black and white, except for the title, which is scrawled out in lettering which spans the Crayola color spectrum. It’s an album that on the surface is cold and buttoned up, but when these choruses open up, the maximalist 80s power pop bursts like the bulbs of a neon sign. There’s a level of even-keeled cool and confidence in small moments on display here that makes this relatively new artist seem well beyond his years. Having seen him play at Rough Trade a few years ago (opening up for the stellar Puma Blue), the songwriting growth on display on this record is impressive. I’m only sad that there wasn’t an opportunity to have seen him play these new songs live.

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Start With: “Easy Money” or “Confirmation (SSBD)” 

Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers  |  Indie Rock and Alternative Country Released: June 18, 2020

Best Album For... Burning Incense and Breaking Out a Ouija Board to Talk to The Ghost of Your Former Self

This is without a doubt, a career defining release for Phoebe. Taking everything she’s learned from writing, performing, and touring with the likes of Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker (in boygenius), and Conor Oberst (in Better Oblivion Community Center), Bridgers levels up to become the truly prolific singer-songwriter she’s been telling us she would always be. Bridgers has explained her personal definition of “a punisher” as a well meaning person who’s, “just talking to you and they don’t realize that your eyes are glazed over and you’re trying to escape.” Vital to understanding this album and its central message is that Phoebe finds herself caught between the contradiction of falling victim to this phenomenon while also doing it herself, especially if she ever met her musical idol, Elliott Smith. Punisher serves as a warning to her audience that if you focus too much on trying to find yourself through other people (via escaping through fandom, drugs, toxic relationships), you’ll always feel lost and dissatisfied, without the proper self awareness to ever quite know why. 

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Start With: “Garden Song” or “ICU”

Women In Music Pt. III by HAIM  |  Rock, Pop, Folk, R&B Released: June 26, 2020

Best Album For... Preparing For A Better 2021, lol 

With this album, HAIM skyrocketed to the #1 position of family bands that start with an “H.” Sorry, Hanson! But seriously, HAIM has outdone themselves on this one. If there was one album from this list that I would dub my personal AOTY, this would be it. You might wince at any tracklist longer than 10-12 songs these days (I know I usually do), but almost every song proves itself worthy, pulling at a different thread of my heart until there’s nothing left. Sunshine State Beach Pop? Check. Blues Tinged Dad Rock? Yup! Dive Bar Country? Mmhmm! No, wait, what’s that you say, Glitched-Out R&B? Yes, yes, and yes. You can have it all, sister! ‘Cause when you’re Haim, you’re family! ;) And these three “women in music” continue to prove that they are just about the best Assorted Pop Rocks(™) act in the world right now.

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Start With: “I’ve Been Down” or “Don’t Wanna”

Lianne La Havas by Lianne La Havas  |  Neo-Soul and Indie Pop Released: July 17, 2020

Best Album For... Sipping Coffee and Journaling on a Weekend Morning

This album exudes a warm vulnerability, like a comforting hug we all needed this year. On her third album, Lianne La Havas makes the risky decision to self title it, a move that artists make when they believe that it is the piece of work that they most want most directly associated with their name. It’s one thing to name your first album after yourself if you can’t think of anything else at the time, but to make a self titled album in the middle of your career, it means that you are sure about having captured who you really are and who you want people to remember you as. “If I love myself, I know I can't be no one else,” La Havas admits on the standout track, “Paper Thin.” She knows that she will meet her destiny and reach self actualization, but only through self love. And finally, I cannot overstate how breathtaking La Havas’s voice comes across on this album. The strength and control on display in her vocal tone and vibrato is quite a spectacle. 

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Start With: “Paper Thin” or “Sour Flower”

Limbo by Aminé  |  Hip-Hop and R&B Released: August 7, 2020

Best Album For... Trying and Get Over Kanye With

On Limbo, Aminé establishes himself as one of the torchbearers of soul-sampling, lyrics-driven hip-hop that still cares about storytelling, skits, and presenting vocals clearly. Kanye West, Drake, and J. Cole all paved the way for someone from the next generation like Aminé to keep the dream alive and avoid succumbing to the “feel good, don’t think” form of passive listening that mumble rap has made the standard for mainstream hip-hop.

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Start With: “Pressure In My Palms” or “My Reality”

Shore by Fleet Foxes  |  Folk and Indie Rock Released: September 22, 2020

Best Album For... Running Along The Beach With Your Arms Stretched Out

It was really kind of Robin Pecknold and co. to have released an album this triumphant, calming, and awe-inspiring during the year of our Lorde 2020. On behalf of myself and anyone else who suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder, the SAD people of the world really needed this, man. And to anyone who is quick to judge these beard-o’s of being boring, you’re simply not using your ears properly. Yeah, you know those two things on either side of your head? Get the gunk out of them! That way you’ll hear the choir of angels with acoustic guitars who are here to guide us through quarantine and beyond. 

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Start With: “Can I Believe You” or “A Long Way Past The Past” 

Listen to all of these albums together in our playlist.

[izzythomps]

Have you seen ISAAC THOMPSON? IZZY is in HIS JUNIOR year. The MARINE BIOLOGY MAJOR is 21 years old & is a GEMINI. People say HE is GOOD-HUMORED, SELF-ASSERTIVE, AGGRESSIVE and LAZY. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that HE KNOCKED UP HIS STEPMOM AND SHE HAD TO GET AN ABORTION.

full name: isaac akira thompson

nicknames: izzy, thomps

birth date: may 24, 1999

pronouns: he/him

hometown: los angeles, ca

sexuality: pansexual

height: 5′11

eye color: brown

hair color: it changes often, but peach pink rn

build: slim

tattoos: a sunflower on his right thigh, a ghost on his left hand, a horseshoe on his right forearm, shark on his left thigh, all stick & pokes he gave himself/all small and doodly

piercings: ears

Style: big articles of clothing, all thrifted items, v skater type

favorite color: cerulean 

favorite food: popcorn

zodiac: gemini sun, aries moon, aries rising

mbti: ESFP

hogwarts house: gryffindor

alignment: chaotic neutral

slides in wearing fuzzy socks HEEEEEEEELLLLLOOOOOO EVERYONE i am here to terrorize u all with a new character xo u can all thank mia for this (or yell at her idk bc izzy’s kind of a hellion) bc she pressured me for like months to bring a dominic fc and here we r. anyway. let’s get into the chaotic mess that is isaac <3

THEN!!!

- izzy was born to contractor william thompson & art teacher jasmine reyes in late may of 1999, making him a gemini (sorry) who resided with his parents and sister in a predominantly middle-class neighborhood in los angeles, california

- growing up, isaac was extremely close to his mother and not so much his father. william tended to push very intense ideals of masculinity onto izzy who..... was v non-conforming even as a kid, considering he grew up w/ an older sister (angel) who constantly dressed him up in dresses, put makeup on him, painted his nails, etc. and izzy frankly liked all of that. he found fashion and makeup to be a fun way of self expression as a kid

- ultimately, izzy started to dress in a more “masculine” way but continued to paint his nails, starting to dye his hair colors like purple, pink, or create designs w/ flowers...... it was a form of art that he enjoyed and his mother encouraged it

- his dad tho....... the two always butted heads and did not get along, still don’t to this day but i’ll get into that more in a bit

- ANYWAY!!! jasmine (izzy’s mom) worked at a very VERY wealthy private school in beverly hills and while isaac def didn’t have good enough grades to get into that private school on a scholarship, luckily the administration paid for a majority of his middle thru (most of his) high school education

- so !!! basically part of the deal was that while his mom works @ school, he better become a fuego student to keep his scholarship and that’s what he did!! until, sadly, his mom got very sick w/ ovarian cancer an had to take a medical leave of absence from school

- this was a big time of ~conflict~ for the thompsons, izzy obviously included. bc izzy’s dad started sleeping w/ a woman whose home he was working on and it like.... wasn’t really kept under wraps. u could smell this woman’s perfume on him when he got home and it horrified izzy a LOT

- his mom begged him not to press it and he didn’t just for her sake but otherwise he wld’ve clocked that mf in the jaw

- anyway. junior yr of hs, everything went to shit. jasmine passed away, william quickly married the woman he was sleeping w/, angel (izzy’s sister) went away to college...

- fortunately, his high school allowed him the option to finish, but it came w/ one condition; he’d have to maintain an academic scholarship

- he started getting involved in the wrong crowd; drugs, drinking, partying, the like and his grades? slipping. so his life? a mess

- he even gave his dad a black eye once when he got home from a party at 3am

- the school threatened to kick him out and luckily his sister knocked some sense into him and was like “bro do this for mom if nothing else” and he did just that !!! cleaned up his act and graduated w/ a ~scholarship~ to yates i mean y’all know his essay was bomb as fuck 

- but anyway. eventually one night the summer before his freshman yr at yates, he ended up/ like confiding in his stepmom about everything? and he ended up finding great comfort in her? and..... one thing lead to another and he knocked her up (izzy was 18 at the time of the affair)

- the two came to the mutual decision that his stepmom get an abortion and they keep everything under wraps

- aaaaaaand lo and behold that woman n his father r still married and they have not spoken of anything x

- tbh christmas and thanksgiving are kinda awkward but it’s been made pretty clear that was a ..... one time thing djkhfdjk

NOW!!!!

- izzy still like. doesn’t speak to his father. doesn’t speak to his stepmom either. still very close w his sister tho

- still a BIG party animal (hence kincaid)

- good student tho bc he’s gotta maintain his scholarship 

- fucks around a lot yeah

ABOUT!!!!

- really loud. like intimidatingly loud. overall obnoxious frat bro energy but w/o being a frat bro

- a very loyal friend but wld be a terrible boyfriend like..... one of those guys u wouldn’t ever wanna date but is a really fun friend to have because he’ll always get u into some shit

- as said, a big party boy. he likes to go HAM but he doesn’t really mix himself up w/ drugs too much anymore? he still takes acid and does shrooms and other psychedelics but no coke or anything

- can play the guitar ! and the bongos lmao

- uses a blue skateboard w/ yellow wheels to get thru campus, named pablo after the backyardigan

- also izzy is FIERCELY protective, would probably hit someone w/o warning for hurting one of his friends

- very touchy when it comes to his mom as well, will probably scream at you if you ever made a cancer joke! like so much so that u wld cry. scary man sometimes

- he’s also still like..... very lazy by naturehdsjhfdj like he’s motivated bc he has to be but he does the bare minimum to keep his scholarship fam like he’s truly skating the surface

- overall tho a fun-loving guy w/ a mean streak!!

- and he fuckin loves the ocean & animals. hence marine bio

- growing up in cali by the beach sorta instilled that in him yeah

- had two fish named marco and polo who he loved more than life itself rip marco and polo

AESTHETIC !!!

- dyed hair. constantly. give me a plot where someone is constantly dyeing his hair.

- tbh reminds me of those alt skater boys on tiktok sorry bye

- but yeah thats what he dresses like

- constantly scraped elbows from wiping out bc he goes too fast on his board

OK YEA THATS ABOUT IT I THINK im sorry this is shit lmao but if u wanna plot or whatev like this n we can come up w fingz ok love u all bye sorry bye

[paradisefanfiction]

Nineteen

February 9, 2016

Midnight

Teyana

“I wanna watch you.”

“Ahh” Tae cried out in ecstasy. Her index and middle finger pumped in and out of her juicy peach with stride just as I had instructed her to do. Sitting in the chair across from her bed I watched her, my legs wide as my hand rested in between my crotch. I palmed myself hissing at the delicious friction the fabric of the boy shorts I was wearing under my sweats sent my swollen folds. “Slow that shit down for me,” I hissed again moving my hand to rest on the waistband of my pants.

“Open them legs up wider too,” I added, moving my hands inside both my sweats and boy shorts to rub in between my folds with my index finger. “Show me how I make that pussy feel.” Tae moaned long and hard, throwing her head back against the headboard. Her pussy was dripping like honey and I wanted a bite of it. Pussy lips swollen while the nectar from inside kept oozing out like a juicy berry. It’s aroma intoxicating like a drug I could never resist and didn’t want to. Sitting up she tried to keep her eyes on me as I also instructed her to do. Pulling her fingers out, a long strip of her juices pulled from her pussy to her fingertips. She devoured her fingers with her mouth, her eyes locked with mine. 

A coil filled with lust began to build in my stomach making me add a little pressure to my the way I fucked myself while watching her fine ass. I licked my lips and widened my legs more to give my finger my access to my spot now fucking myself faster. Tae pinched her right nipple then slapped it curving her lips into a kinky grin then began tapping against her pussy with the palm of her hand. Its stickiness sounded off against her bedroom walls was enough to make me eat her right the fuck then and there. But I wanted her to show me how I made her feel. I wanted her to show me just how much she wanted me. Needed me. 

“That pussy creamin’ for me, huh Tae?”

“Yessss,” she purred out.

“Lemme see you fuck your fingers, poke that shit up” I gritted my teeth then bit my lip, “Now fuck that pretty pussy nice and slow.”

“Mmmm shit,” she moaned now grinding against her finger as she fucked herself. She curved it up gyrating her hips then pulled out her fingers and slapped her other nipple. Giving it a squeeze she held my gaze bringing two fingers down to her folds and made circles around them until her pussy was shinier than it was before. My eyes didn’t leave her either. I wanted to eat her ass up right then and there with how good she looked fucking herself for me. Cream coating her fingers, she circled her pussy quicker and looked down at her glistening folds then back up at me. Her eyes were glossy and held heat and desire in them. I knew she wanted to either tap out or for me to come over there and make her tap out but nah, she was gonna give me that nut all by herself.

Adding a third finger she slid all three of them inside of her then started bouncing back and forth slowly. My fingers matched her rhythm until we were rocking and staring at each other at the same pace. I hissed again then bit my plump bottom lip with my teeth. Shit, she was about to make me cum and I wasn’t ready to yet. I didn’t even want her to hear me moan because I didn’t want her to know she had my ass spent without even touching me too. 

For months now I imagined Tae’s soft ass lips making up with my pussy while she sucked kissed and licked on it until I was satisfied. Now before me, I had the real thing but I wanted her to work for it. Payback.

“Oooooooh fuuuuck,” she cried out rolling her thick caramel hips against her fingers that I was beginning to get jealous of for being coated in her sweetness and not me. Finding my spot I sunk into the chair as my eyes went hazy, I knew I was about to tap out but I wanted her to first. This would be the third time that I had made her cum tonight. Call me cocky but I was trying to prove some shit to myself so, I turned shit up a level just to drive her closer to nutting. 

“I hear that pussy gushing for me,” I said biting my bottom lip once more but harder this time, “Fuck that mf like it’s me.” 

 “Mmm, I am baby,” she cried out, “This yo pussy.”

“Oh word,” I toyed with her still fucking myself, “Show me then. Make that motherfucka talk back to me.”

I groaned when she sped up and her pussy started sounded like somebody was stirring a bowl of mac and cheese. Only this was all mine nobody else’s Tae had just said so herself shit.

When Tae’s thrusts became rough I knew she was close and so was I. “Fuck, Tae,” I groaned my eyes closing while I rocked gently against my hand. Watching me, Tae’s eyes rolled as she moaned out loudly, “Cumming!”

I licked my lips then closed my own eyes clenching tightly around my finger as I released.

“Shit,” I panted, opening my eyes back up and resting my now sticky hand on my exposed stomach. Within seconds Tae had straddled me, the scent and stickiness from her still wet pussy was cold on my stomach and made my mouth water. Grabbing my chin, she pecked my lips then sucked on my bottom one, making me moan softly. My throat was dry and my voice was raspy from tonight’s activities but I could definitely go another round. Leaning her head over my shoulder she nibbled on my ear.

“Is it my turn yet,” she whispered sweetly making me smirk. She looked down at me innocently. I grinned then shook my head no. Tae crossed her arms then pouted. “But...,” she said leaning back over my shoulder to slide the tip of her tongue from the bottom to the top of my ear then she whispered, “But I got some making up to do bae.”

I sighed, pretending to ignore her, moving my head to the other side as she went to the other side of my neck, kissing then grazing her teeth against it.

“Come on Tey,” she whispered, her hands finding there way inside my sweats and underwear with ease.

“Lemme fuck you.”

I groaned immediately feeling her soft hands against my flesh and I was turned on all over again with the quickness. “Shit,” I swallowed while she bit my large hardened nipples that were poking out underneath my sports bra.

“It’s like I said,” Tae whispered, lifting my bra up and kissing my left nipple, “My pussy is yours.” She flicked her tongue up and down it quickly then pulled it with her teeth making me growl lowly. 

“And this pussy,” she continued toying with my sensitive clit grinding her bare pussy against my thigh, “Is definitely mine.”

//

February 10, 2016

10:30 a.m.

Tae

I played in Teyana’s curls looking down at her fast asleep. I put it on her good and she did me the same. I knew things wouldn’t just go back to being peachy between us just because we made up... several times last night and this morning. But hell, I knew this definitely was a start. The way Teyana made me feel was indescribable it’s like she was meant for me from the moment I saw her at Clark. I wasn’t messing up and losing her this time. So hopefully Mia, Milly or whatever the fuck her girlfriend’s name is can go on about her business. 

Teyana is mine, period. 

Hearing what sounded like the back door in the kitchen downstairs close, I leaned up causing Teyana to stir in her sleep while she laid on my breast. “Quit moving,” she griped in a sleepy and annoyed tone.

“I heard something.”

“Only thing I hear is your loud ass, go back to sleep!”

I hit her arm lightly, making her raise up squinting at me, “The fuck you hit me for, Tae? Don’t make me tap that ass.”

I grinned then shook my head, “I’m serious stupid, I heard something downstairs.” Pulling the covers off of me, Teyana pulled me back just as I was about to stand up.

“Nah uh, stay here with me,” she pouted her full lips then smacked regaining her position on my breast. Then I heard a sound again. It couldn’t be Miss Rose because she would’ve called me to pick her up from the hospital. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand then checked it to see I didn’t have any missed calls from her but did have a few from an Unknown caller. Knowing Miss Rose kept a gun in the top drawer in her bedroom, I attempted to crawl out of bed again. This time Teyana didn’t move. Putting on her hoodie, I opened my door slowly then tip-toed across the hall headed towards Miss Rose’s room until a thick glove cover hand covered my mouth. I squealed, which was muffled by the male’s hand while his other arm wrapped around my waist and walked me down the steps. Once we were downstairs I began fighting the stranger until I knocked my head back against his teeth.

“Ahh fuck,” he exclaimed. I recognized the voice immediately. Now out of his grip, I turned around to face him.

“Brandon,” I questioned, looking back at him who was wearing a black ski mask, black hoodie, and black pants. He looked like a damn burglar and I guess you could say he was since he was inside the house uninvited.

“What the fuck are you doing here,” I asked while he took the ski mask off. His eyes were different. Dark. Cold. He didn’t answer but just smirked as I stood on the other side of the island in the kitchen. I quickly glanced down to see if I left a knife out or anything but there wasn’t one. I looked back at him who was breathing heavily, shoulder’s rising and falling and jaw clenched tight.

“I never thought you’d try and ruin my shit too like you did Teyana,” he spat, “But I guess after you got a taste of pussy, you lost ya shit, huh?”

I frowned at him then started backing up as he began coming around the island and towards me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but you need to leave.”

“Or maybe it's because of that nutty as momma of yours. You know craziness can be hereditary.” Now completely from behind the island I moved around towards the sink as he continued approaching me. I didn’t see that he was carrying but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t. We kept our knives next to the sink so I knew if only I was closer, I’d be able to defend myself if I needed to. But it was risky with it being so far away at the moment and Brandon inching closer by the second. If I was gonna make a move it needed to be soon.

I figured he’d be mad at me for cheating on him but me ruining his life is something I had no knowledge of. And honestly, after all this nigga put me through, I could care less about what goes on in his life anymore. I mean did he forget that he cheated on me too with the fake Puerto Rican princess? Selective memory having ass. But speaking on my mother was and still is OFF LIMITS!

“Don’t speak on my momma ever again” I narrowed my eyes at him feeling my anger build and looking at the knife rack from the corner of my eye.

“Oh, there she go, the bold bitch I caught a glimpse of at the banquet,” his grin sinister, “Tell me how come I never got a taste of her, huh Tae? Or was Teyana the only person who could bring her out of you?”

Not wanting to waste another second I made a dash to my left towards the knives but he cornered me, trapping me between his arms. “Answer me,” he shouted, slamming my back against the cupboards.

“I bet I could bring her out of you,” he snickered, lifting the hoodie I was wearing up with his hand to expose that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Oooh, and you ain’t wearin’ no panties just how I like it,” he snickered, “I tell you what, how about I fuck you before I kill you?”

Tears began building in my eyes as my body shook at his last words, “Bradon please...”

He pulled a gun out from behind his back that had been tucked in his pants then cooed me while resting it under my chin to lift it. “Shh, you know I don’t like rats baby, but that’s what you are, a gutter rat who can’t keep her legs closed and lied on me to the motherfuckin’ police,” the gun remained under my chin making me look up at him while my whole body shook. I don’t want to die and the fear of that and him killing Teyana too once he finds out she’s here scared me to no end. But him mentioning the police had me confused.

“But I didn’t talk to no police,” I pleaded but he shuts me up, now putting the gun to my chest. My heart beats faster underneath it while I think over my entire life but then Brandon snapped me back to reality.

“Now open up them legs so you remembering whose pussy this is be the last thing you get before you leave this world.” Tears stream down my face as he sat me up on the counter then put the gun down behind him on the island to unbuckle his pants. I close my eyes and began praying knowing I’m not gonna be quick enough to grab the gun before he does.

“See that’s where you’re wrong, Brandon,” Teyana’s voice caused me to snap my eyes open and Brandon to turn around. There she is in her sports bra and boy shorts holding Miss Rose’s gun pointed at him. He struggled with his pants then tried to reach for his gun but I quickly kicked him out of the way with my foot. He glared up at me then back at Teyana who shoots above his head. He narrowed his eyes at her then slowly stands up. He blinks at Tey then at his gun then at me. Teyana turns the bullets inside the gun as he glares at her.

“Bitch, wrong about what?”

She chuckles then he attempts to grab the gun but Teyana shoots, once, “That’s not your pussy.” Teyana shot a second time, “It’s mine.”

Then she shot a third time until he was down.

My heart pounding, I slid off the counter looking down at Brandon. A pool of ruby red blood grew around his head.

[mayalevesque]

{ sky ferreira ♔ twenty-four ♔ she/her } well, well, well if it isn’t maya levesque running around peach hollow. legend has it, they come from blueberry boulevard and have lived here for four years. if you’re wondering what they’ve been up to, i hear they’re a baker at get baked for a living. they have been known to be condescending yet charming. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching. 

(hi!! i’m bella :) i haven’t participated in an rp for a hot minute so i am still kinda re-learning some things etc., but overall i am super excited! with that being said, maya is a fairly new muse for me. the last time i used to rp, i always played the easygoing, sweet character. maya, however, is not quite as easygoing or sweet, so she is very different for me! she’s a tough girl, but she is sensitive and has a big heart. there is nothing i want more than to plot with you! i am literally down for practically anything. anyway, here is her intro + some wanted connections. thank u for reading <3) 

her birthday is september 10th, 1995

she grew up in santa cruz, california

maya’s parents were artists, but they were not at all successful. because of this, money was tight. her parents often “borrowed” money from other relatives

speaking of her parents, the two were both addicted to drugs and did not treat maya well to say the absolute least. in fact, they didn’t treat each other well either. they broke up at least a dozen times during her adolescence

in high school, maya struggled with her grades + did not participate in any extracurricular activities (although she enjoyed playing the guitar)

she never really had a close group of friends because she was scared of getting attached to anybody

she has never been in a **real** relationship either. she has slept with her fair share, but she never let herself get too close to any of them

she is a bisexual queen

if u have not noticed she kinda has a “trust no one” attitude lmao

she dropped out of high school with only six months left before graduation because she felt that school just wasn’t for her (she lowkey regrets it now but it’ll take a lot for her to admit to it because she stubborn as hell)

got her first job when she was fourteen, worked as a cashier at a touristy ice cream shop

she began working her second job at age eighteen. the work paid so well that she didn’t even need her first job anymore... she quit her second job only months after being hired, but she still added a shit ton of cash to her savings because of it

on a whim, maya used all of her savings to move far away from her toxic home to start all over. and here she is!!

maya thought that things would be different when she moved away, but they weren’t. she still had to deal with her trauma and her trust issues. to this day, it is still not an easy task to get close to maya

she puts up a somewhat mean front so people don’t try too hard to get to know her, but in reality she is very soft and caring<333

she has recently begun going to therapy because she knew that she couldn’t carry her burden any longer, and she knew that she needed help

works at get baked as a baker 

wanted connections:

roommate(s): a few roommates sounds so fun!! it would make sense too bc maya spent most of her savings moving to peach hollow and it would be realistic for her to have to split the rent. angst + tension? or a best friendship waiting to happen? plus adding the roommates factor into it? genius. also im likely going to make a pinterest for maya too so a collaborative bedroom pinterest board >>>>>

friendships: maya doesn’t make friends easily, but after four years of living in peach hollow, she is bound to make a few! they may not know everything about her tho, but she may feel inclined enough to enlighten them someday

someone who pushes her to get her mf GED: self explanatory basically! this would be a rocky relationship bc maya would def tell them to mind their own business etc. but only because she doesn’t wanna accept the fact that she’s unhappy, and getting her GED could help her in the longrun (mercy)

lover(s) and/or ex fling(s): people she has slept with or maybe even got attached to/loved but is afraid to admit. could be ongoing or something that happened in the past! we love the angsty/crying gifs don’t we??

The One She Falls In Love With: lmaoo this can be reciprocated or unreciprocated. either one will bring so much tension and drama and goooodddd i love the drama so either way it would be a Dream. help her trust people! or break her heart! or both??? the possibilities are endless

ex-friends/frenemies: maya can piss people off easily so if u feel your character and maya’s don’t mesh well, may i recommend a frenemy plot? i luv those..im also a sucker for rekindling friendships and frenemies to bff tropes so its perfect

regular customers: this sounds p standard but here’s a Twist: it would be cool if maya could like..talk to a drunk/high customer and the two end up oversharing things about themselves and then it becomes a whole big Thing the next time the customer comes back sober ya know?? then from there the plot ideas are literally limitless period. idk its 3 am what im writing no longer makes sense so i will end this here lol

NOTE: u can dm me on discord to plot but i most likely will get back to you faster on tumblr messages. i do not mind either though, just letting yall know! :) thanks again for reading!! (also one last note + fair warning i SUCK at starters. wish me luck :*)

[ofmara]

*record scratch* *freeze frame* yep, that’s me. BVCNJ hey lads ~ i’m ally, i’m twenty2, my timezone is est, i use she/her pronouns & full disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing! just keep that in mind when you read this.. trash lmao. anyways! if u wanna plot, feel free to hmu on d*scord at HE IS SO BIIIIG 😩👌🏼🧡#2581 or yk use the lil chat thing on tumblr if u wanna start small or w/e FDCNK no pressure. moving on..

mara’s pinterest: here!

content warning: ..none?? who am i???

( ariana grande & cis female. ) oh my god look, it’s mara de luca! she is a 24 year old singer/songwriter from queens, new york. they were first associated with the met cartel 3 years ago, and the tabloids are always saying she is so impulsive & irreverent, but their stans on twitter say that she is actually really magnetic & passionate.

first thing’s first.. i haven’t written a coherent intro in a fucking Minute, so i’m offering premature apologies for the shitshow that’s about to follow, especially since i really waited til the last second to type this out even if this blog’s been Done for a week smh ANYWAYS!

ok so! mara is what i like to call ‘a textbook new yorker’ in that she’s Loud, she Loves Her Family and she’s Unapologetically Herself. my character inspirations for her are joey from netflix’s the circle, fran fine from the nanny, molly gunn from uptown girls and a little bit of cher from clueless sprinkled in there ( mainly bcos of this gifset lmao ). since i came up with her a few weeks ago, i really had so many different personalities for her but like.. let’s keep reading to see that literally all of them were apparently Not True ~

she was born into a very tightly-knit family & grew up constantly surrounded by them. she’s got three older brothers, meaning she’s the Baby of the family, so she’s been uhhhhhh doted on all her life! we stan! that said, she’s never known what its like to be on her own, especially considering that her family was right by her side every step of the way as she slowly grew her career from childhood. she got her start singing the national anthem at a knicks game when she was 8 and slowly built from there. her parents were always suuuper supportive and did all they could to help her achieve her dreams, even though they were struggling to make ends meet.

her parents own a small bakery in queens that they started when her oldest brother was little and have been a staple in the city ever since. though they’re a somewhat popular spot for tourists and locals alike, ny real estate isn’t cheap, so paying rent both for the store and their apartment above it has always been a struggle, especially once they started dedicating a good portion of their money to plane tickets and agents and all sorts of necessities mara needed in order for her dreams to come true. the extra expense was difficult on her brothers as well, though they made a point never to complain when they had to get a second or third job to help pay the bills.

ANYWAYS she grew up veryyyy close to her family and the sacrifices they made on her behalf didn’t go unnoticed, so the first thing she did when she finally Made It was buy them a bigger space for their bakery ( since her parents Love working it even if its rough sometimes, buddy ) and a new house so ;) we love a Family First mentality!

HOWEVER!! when mara first moved to LA in like?? 2015 or something?? idk timelines.. but anyways when she first moved to LA she was.. how u say.... Depressed cos like even though she was Living Her Dream as the artist she’s always wanted to be ( she lived in queens w/ her family up until after her first Big Break cos she’s a big time daddy’s girl ) .. she was essentially on her own since her family stayed in nyc :/ yk, where they live? yeah. so she was on her own for the first time... Ever & it was scary and stressful and essentially, she wasn’t doing great mentally or emotionally, even if she put on that *ari vc* fake smile.

that was untiiiiiiil she got her first ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ aka someone famous who helped both with her career and as a salve to the constant loneliness the bitch always feelin. long story short, he didn’t last long, but she Needed to feel Wanted so she got Another ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ until it became, like, Her Thing to Always be attached to someone in the tabloids and the press and on Entertainment Tonight. we love a codependent bitch! that’s also kinda how she got to be part of the met cartel cos she immediately attaches herself fully and completely to everyone she meets & falls a little bit in love with every person who has ever said hello to her, so.. Yeah! most of her friendships were likely formed because she just would not leave them alone ( she’s clingy and needy As Fuck, but she knows she is, so she’s constantly worrying about it aka she’s always wondering if people really like her cos she’s been said to be “too much” and “annoying” by some people who.. weren’t interested in being her friend ) anyways.. feel free to lmk if u want ur chara to hate her cos she will fully have her feelings hurt but still want them to like her cos shes a, say it with me kids, people pleaser ~

its v clear why i thought of joey & fran for inspo ( espeeeeecially fran, now that i think about it: i.e. constantly searching for love, lovingly obnoxious ) but as for why she’s like molly gunn... bitch is uhhh naive as fuck and will trust anyone who is even a little bit nice to her so peep her constantly seeing everyone through rose colored glasses and immediately feeling like her heart is broken when they turn out to be someone completely different lmao! also yk in the little mermaid when ariel was like “but daddy, i love him!” ??? YEAH, that’s mara to a fucking T, m8!

i could quite literally go on and on for hours, but to keep it short and sexy, here’s her stats page & i’ll follow up with a list of some little tidbits of info.. some Quirks, if u will..

she hiccups when she cries & BOY does she cry often BVJNCDKM

cannot cook a single mf thing to save her life? yeah.. her parents wanted to let her work in the bakery but .. she burned everything so she was cashier ;)

can quote the entirety of bring it on: all or nothing & as a segue from that, she is very chatty during movies if she’s with even one other person but Silent when she’s alone

will challenge anyone and everyone to mario kart wii as long as she gets to play yoshi ( she has a vendetta against baby peach )

is Constantly Freezing, so she’s always in thick socks and turns the heat up high when she’s at home

has a cavalier king charles spaniel named piper ( yes, i'm using a fc for her dog )

i’m gonna b p selective with which ari songs she’s released both bc i dont like All of ari’s songs & for character purposes ( rip in peace, sweetener )

is classically trained on the piano and sometimes just plays classical music for fun, making up silly lyrics at parties and whatnot lol she’s just Fun & Quirky like that

owns every season of the o.c. on dvd

she has a car but i havent decided if she ever drives it ( or what kind it is, tho i assure u my virgo ass will be researching it at some point ) since she really just barely passed her driver’s test

is constantly in the tabloids for one dumbass thing after the other mostly as an excuse for me to make tabloid edits but like... i love that for her & will 100% be down to include any and all of u if u lmk u wanna be in one

and many more, but i’m really just sitting here rambling UGH EW so lms for plots cos i’m unprepared & i don’t have any wc’s! very on brand for me, i must say

[cobwebsaint]

BLEASE DO THE SPIT FIC

AHHHH YES alright obligatory NSFW warning and link to the original if anybody is compelled to leave some sweet kudos or a comment or anything. The garbage stays under the cut for the sake of your eyeballs and your dash.

[Before we even get into the meat of this mf let it be known I was BULLIED into participating in the Slipknot body fluids garbage trend and I still hate it but god was it all downhill from there. Y’all know who you are. Bitch.]

Corey really did have a hard fucking time shutting up, and it almost always got him in some level of shit. After getting the shit kicked out of him at bars and parties and shows approximately three trillion times, you would have thought he’d learned his lesson. 

He did not. 

[I have never spoken a word that was not true. The Corey Taylor gremlin is just an obnoxious big mouthed creecher. He cannot help thise.]

The man had no off button. He knew it, everybody else knew it— it was just something they all had to live with. Jim especially. Jim signed on for this bullshit every single day.

That was his own fault.

[Ah yes, the birthplace of what is now known as the domestic nightmares AU. I promise I’m actually gonna write it. I have a whole sandbox doc. But point is they’re stupid and they’re gross and they’re boyfriends.]

He was off on some godforsaken tangent again about nothing in particular, which Jim had tuned out a good ten minutes ago. Sometimes he felt a little bad about how easy it’d become to turn Corey to white noise, but then he caught something about what Ted Bundy did right or pounding back all the Kool-Aid at Jonestown (“It’s Flavor-Aid, James.”) and decided it wasn’t such a terrible thing after all. Some things were just better left alone. Letting Corey babble while Jim mindlessly twisted his fingers through his curls was a pretty good option in Jim’s book.

Of course, that was all up until Corey inevitably realized he was being ignored and made it a point to get the spotlight back. 

[In which Jim shares the same emotion towards Corey and his Sagittarius center of attention disease as the rest of us.]

Jim shifted away from the finger that was jabbing him hard in the ribs, pulling a face and looking down at Corey who had propped himself up on his chin, laying on Jim’s stomach. “What’d I do this time? Jesus.”

“You better be thinkin’ about something real fuckin’ important.” 

[Bold of him to assume Jim is experiencing thoughts at all tbh.]

“Oh yeah. Daydreaming about the day you’re finally able to sit and shut up for more than ten seconds.”

[Aren’t we all.]

Corey narrowed his eyes, punching Jim in the side, satisfied with the “Ow!” he earned in response. “You fuckin’ prick. You don’t get to complain.”

“I get to complain the most. Nobody else sitting here listening to you talk about the logistics of having a conjoined twin, y’know. I’ve earned that right fair and square, dude.”

“What, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about how you’d—”

“No.”

“Bullshit.”

[Just in case you were wondering, (you probably weren’t) the gremlin is thinking about how you’d fuck with a conjoined twin.]

Jim rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he still couldn’t hide the dumb little smirk that wanted to tug at the corners of his lips. “God, what the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Corey started up again and Jim immediately cut him off, reaching over to clap a hand over his mouth. “Ah! Don’t. Just. Shut up.”

[Jim: asks that question

Corey: starts telling his entire life story for the sixtieth time that week]

Corey batted Jim’s hand away, pushed himself up, crawling in close enough to swing a leg over Jim, straddling his hips. He leaned in, probably half a millimeter from Jim’s face, hands planted at either side of his head, curls cascading down around him. He was still pretty even when he was being a bastard and it was total bullshit. 

[You’re just mad your dick won’t you stay mad at him, James.]

“Make me.” 

Jim snorted a laugh. “Just say you want me to choke you out and be done with it.”

“Nah, that’s you. ‘Sit on my dick and strangle me, it’ll be great.”

“Don’t make me out to be the fuckin’ pervert when you’re the one begging me to step on your balls,” Jim retorted, barely even batting an eye. 

Corey sat up a little, leering down at Jim and running his tongue over his teeth. Eventually he just resigned to it. “Fair. But you’re still gross.”

[Points were made. There ain’t no winning here lbr.]

“Mhm. Right.” Jim reached up, threading a hand messy through Corey’s hair to bring him into a kiss. “You done bitching yet? Can I go back to only kinda hearing the crazy shit that comes out of your mouth again?”

“Hell no,” he said, shaking his head for that extra touch of dramatic emphasis. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? If you weren’t the size of a goddamn skyscraper I’d swear you just crawled out of whatever pit you came from.”

“Maybe I’m dumb, but I’m not that dumb. The great big mouth will never be silenced.” Jim giggled, bringing a knee up to knock Corey over beside him. He rolled over, pinning him down instead. “Y’know, except maybe when you’ve got a dick shoved in your face. Still making noise, but at least you’re not fuckin’ talking.”

Corey got a look on his face like he’d just reinvented the wheel, squinting his eyes up in a shit-eating grin, and Kill Bill sirens started going off in Jim’s head. No. Nope. We are under attack. This couldn’t be anything good. 

“Okay, but just consider— AND HEAR ME OUT, OKAY?” Corey cut in, watching the idea of interrupting him again flicker through Jim’s head. “What about two dicks? I bet I could fit two dicks in my mouth.”

Well. Huh. Maybe that did have Jim some sort of interested. He sat back a little, looking Corey up and down. “…You have my attention.”

“Listen, I know this chick and—” 

Jim had to laugh, ‘cause Corey thinking he was actually gonna share had to be the funniest goddamn thing to happen to him all week. He didn’t consider himself the jealous type. Maybe a little possessive sometimes. But he had to keep a tight leash on Corey Todd “Himbo” Taylor. Him being certified Awful was what got them into this mess in the first place. Jim just had a bad habit of catching feelings. Whatever, clearly Corey was more than okay with it.

[Yes I did use the word himbo in this fic and no I do not accept criticism. Also a bit of lore is that Corey essentially annoyed the absolute dick out of Jim until he was about ready to commit a murder all as an elaborate plan to get a date.]

“Nope, try that again.”

“Alright, what about Mick or—”

“Is that supposed to be better?” 

Corey groaned, punching Jim in the shoulder. “Why you gotta ruin all the fun? Can’t a dude get his face fucked and not get a bunch of shit for it?”

“Never said you couldn’t,” Jim mused. “But if you think I’m gonna let anybody else have that kind of satisfaction, you’re dead wrong dude. I’m the only one around here who deserves it. Take it or leave it.” 

Corey cocked his head to the side, staring Jim down like he was supposed to take him seriously. Like Jim didn’t already know the answer. Like he didn’t know that Corey was physically incapable of turning down the chance to get his shit rocked, whether it happened the way he wanted it to or not. 

“Fuck you. Fine.”

[Okay so this WHOLE FIC was deadass prompted by that stupid fucking picture of Corey with his fist shoved in his mouth skdjfg. So I was talking to Marina and I was like. Y’know. I bet he could fit two dicks in there. And I just kinda went buck wild. Jim was supposed to split the little bastard’s lips and shove a dildo in there too but that. Did not happen. Maybe someday.]

Content, Jim rolled off of him, got to his feet, and made a ‘well?’ gesture. Corey didn’t move, instead shooting him a look. A challenge.

Still playing that game. Alright.

Jim reached down, twisting Corey’s hair around his fist and dragging him towards the edge of the bed. “Really gonna be stubborn when you’re the one who’s begging for it?” 

“You want it all for yourself, you’re gonna have to work for it.” 

[Sir that is not how this works.]

Smug little fucker. Corey had put him through the same act at least a billion times now but somehow he still managed to find a way to get Jim to want to smack the ego right out of him. 

Corey slipped off the bed, knees buckling without (a ton of) struggle when Jim pushed him towards the floor. He tilted Corey’s head back, getting a firm grip on his jaw. 

“How you manage to be so cute while being such a pain in the ass still fuckin’ blows my mind, y’know.”

A giggle bubbled up in Corey’s chest. He strained against the hand in his hair, trying to wriggle his way out of Jim’s hold. He knew it wasn’t gonna happen, but hey— couple fingerprint shaped bruises never hurt anyone. 

[I didn’t realize how weird the wording here was until after I posted it ngl. Like. He’s angling Corey’s head back by pulling his hair and holding him there by holding his jaw. Just. To clear that up. I’ve been obsessing over this one little line for months cuz it’s a little weird but I Am Not Changing It.]

“You love it. Wouldn’t have put up with me this long if you didn’t. It’s okay, Peach. You can admit I’m hot shit.”

“Shut up, would you?” Jim tugged back, drawing a surprised noise out of Corey that only served to melt back into a laugh. “Jesus.”

“Come on, don’t be so touchy. I’m right.” Corey slid a hand up the inside of Jim’s thigh, pressing his palm into him and grabbing his already half-hard cock through his sweats. “If I’m not, then explain this away. Pavlov ain’t got shit on me.”

Nah. Nope. That was more than enough out of him. Jim wrenched Corey’s hand away, taking his hands off him just long enough to shove his sweats and boxers down and free his cock. “Open. And hands to your fuckin’ self.”

[SEE HE JUST MAD HIS DICK ENTERS THE CHAT EVERY TIME COREY’S BEING A LITTLE BITCH.]

Thankfully, that was the one thing that Corey didn’t try and fight. He leaned his head back, opened his mouth, and locked his gaze with Jim’s. Stupid pretty blue eyes practically sparkling, knowing damn well he got Jim good. Fuck. Asshole couldn’t turn it off for a second, could he? 

Jim grabbed him, holding him in place as he guided his dick into his mouth. Warm and wet and fucking perfect as always. This little shit was gonna give him a heart attack some day, he just knew it. 

He started off slow, watching Corey melt into it. Eyes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing out around him, hands clasped behind his back. Tongue laving expertly around the head of Jim’s cock like it was second nature. Hot shit was a stretch, but hot was a different story. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s good,” Jim groaned, hand anchored on the back of Corey’s head as he rolled his hips into his mouth. “All bark and no bite. Think it would be easier to just say you wanna get used like a toy. Least you’re good at it.”

Corey made a pleased noise, leaning into it, taking Jim’s length deeper. He opened his eyes again, looking up at Jim through his lashes and whining softly. A plea for more. More ‘cause he was a greedy little bastard. 

Jim took the cue, snapping his hips forward, tightening his grip. He heard Corey sputter around him a bit, which only served as further encouragement. He fucked into his mouth in quick, deep thrusts, Corey practically going limp before him. The heat, the way Corey pressed his tongue against the underside of his cock, face contorting a bit every time Jim’s dick hit the back of his throat. Jim was already wrapped tight around the axel but god, it was too pretty of a sight to give up this early in the game. 

Even if it was giving Corey exactly what he was trying for— a happy Corey was a quiet Corey.

Or quieter.

[Ha.]

When Jim let up to let Corey catch his breath, he probably lost about half his brain cell count. Drool running down his chin, lips pink and swollen, crystal eyes brimming with tears— Corey looked practically ethereal. Like, fuck wings and halos. This was as close to angelic as someone could get and Jim fucking loved it. Shit. 

[He do be pretty tho. Also idk where the sudden religious imagery came from but like. I sure did stick with it huh. Whatever it works.]

Jim dragged his thumb over Corey’s bottom lip, breaking strings of spit that connected with his cock. He hooked his thumb under Corey’s chin, slipping two long fingers in his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. 

Corey closed around them, running his tongue between them before bobbing his head and taking them deeper. He moaned around the digits, shifting on his knees a little like he wanted to buck his hips into something that wasn’t there.

Satisfied, Jim retracted his fingers, rubbing them over Corey’s lips and chin and smearing spit across his face while he caught his breath. Jesus fucking Christ. He was feeling more and more like a ticking time bomb by the minute here, and Corey’s stupid obnoxious pretty blissed out face was doing him no favors. 

[At this point I was like. Hmmm. How many different ways can I ruin this stupid little rat’s entire career. This is really just the everything but the kitchen sink fic.]

No matter how good and perfect and fucked up and fucking slutty he looked down on his knees, taking whatever he was given, that didn’t change a damn thing. He was still the same terrible little demon that Jim knew and loved for some godforsaken reason. 

[THEY’RE IN LOVE!!!]

“‘S that it?” he rasped out, in between heavy breaths he knew he was gonna need to savor.

Nevermind. Jim was gonna kill him. Like, absolutely decimate him. 

[I WANT THAT TWINK OBLITERATED]

He thrust back into Corey’s mouth, finding the same fast pace as before. Haphazardly pulling Corey into it, meeting every rut of hips, making him struggle more this time around. Jim watched him squirm, nails biting into his wrists, but they stayed where they were locked behind his back. 

This was that sweet spot, where Corey felt filthy and used and amazing all wrapped up into one. Sure, he could ask for it, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun. All the back and forth was part of the game that made the end goal that much sweeter. And yes, he was terrible and loved every minute of bugging the shit out of Jim until he finally snapped. It got him the attention, didn’t it?

[I started to veer off into this sort of perspective shift thing and I didn’t know how I felt about it while I was writing it but honestly I really like how it made the story flow.]

He was worlds away for a while, reduced to nothing more than a hole to be filled while Jim fucked his face. All moans and sloppy wet sounds, soaking up every little sensation— stingy pain of his hair being pulled, jaw starting to ache, cock fucking throbbing and leaking a wet spot into his boxers every time he got the least bit of friction. Jim thought Corey was an angel and this was most definitely heaven. 

Of course, Corey only stayed on cloud nine for so long. Jim hit the back of his throat again, holding him there this time. He only gagged a little at first, tears spilling over onto his cheeks. Corey’s eyes shot open and he whimpered around him, but Jim stayed put.

The second wave was worse, and he finally had to unclasp his hands and bring them up to grip onto Jim’s hips— his sign to let up.

Jim let go and pulled back just in time for a full body wretch to hit Corey. He doubled over, bracing himself on his hands, thick, stringy deepthroat spit dripping from his mouth. He hung his head, breathing hard, and Jim felt his cock twitch. 

[Don’t @ me I had just been subjected to not one but SEVERAL puke fics and I was feeling an emotion okay.]

“Oh fuck me,” Jim said out loud, because Jim was a gross horny fool. 

He knelt down, laying his hand against Corey’s cheek, making him lift his head again. He looked positively ruined. Eyes red, cheeks tear stained, whole mouth wet and well used, the front of his shirt starting to go sheer from all the drool. God, all Jim wanted to do was kiss him.

“Good?” Jim asked, and Corey gave a weak nod. Jim moved in a little closer. “Hey, talk to me. You okay? Need to stop?”

“Yeah, ‘m good,” Corey sighed, leaning his forehead against Jim’s. “Don’t wanna stop, no. Was into it, trust me.” He let go of a gravelly laugh, “Just gimme a minute.”

Jim nodded his head, running his thumb along the curve of Corey’s jaw. “Fuckin’ pretty, y’know.”

[Oh no they’re sweet.]

“Peach?”

“Mmm?”

“Shut up. Don’t just look at me like that. You look dumb.”

[Nvm.]

Jim rolled his eyes, “You shut up.” He curled his hand around the back of Corey’s neck and closed what little gap was left between them with a kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and salt and skin and it made Jim’s head spin and his stomach do backflips. Which I mean, was definitely due in part to the fact that his dick was cocked and ready to blow like a shotgun straight through the wall next to him. But Corey— the feel of his skin and the taste on his tongue and his weight on top of Jim when he was being dumb and pretty and needy and refusing to be anything less than the center of attention— well, that never helped Jim’s case. 

Soft little whimpers from Corey were muffled into Jim’s mouth, hands sliding around his broad frame and hiking his shirt up so Corey could trace over the curve of Jim’s spine. Little bit of contact, closeness that was lost when it wasn’t Jim balls deep inside of him. This was okay though. More than okay, fucking fantastic. Good to the point that Corey didn’t even try and fight when Jim pulled away. Especially not when he tugged his head back, making him look up at the ceiling as he licked a stripe from the very bottom of his chin, back to his lips. He kissed him again, like he needed to be attached at the mouth to survive, tongue easily gaining entry into Corey’s mouth and pulling more throaty moans from him. 

[Jk they’re still gross and in love.]

It was over all too quickly, Corey making a sound in protest as Jim pulled away from him and rose to his feet again. Jim yanked his head back, catching his lower lip with his thumb, mouth falling open once more. Before the thought even had the chance of passing through Corey’s mind of what the hell— Jim was bent over him, holding him in place as he spit into his mouth. Or rather back into his mouth. 

Oh. Shit. Alright. 

[Again, everything but the kitchen sink here boys.]

Several emotions flashed across Corey’s face before he settled in at acceptance, staring up at Jim with big, glazed over eyes as he towered over him.

“You want more?”

Corey nodded a very enthusiastic yes.

“Gonna be a good boy for me?”

That was met with some hesitation, knit brows and a shrug of the shoulders like he was weighing his options. Jim just shook his head. “If you’re gonna be a shit, then you can do it your damn self now. Prove you deserve it.”

Corey shot him a look, but he didn’t exactly try and argue. Wouldn’t be the first time he sucked a dick to make a point. Definitely not the last either. He sat up on his knees, wrapping his hand around Jim’s length, working him in slow, even strokes as he teased his tongue over the head. Jim about had an aneurysm from the looks of it and Corey couldn’t help but giggle. 

Jim knocked his knuckles against the side of Corey’s face. Not hard enough to hurt, but still enough to make him knock it the fuck off.

Stupid slut. 

[This still makes me giggle. Like you bap a fucking cat on the nose dksgdfj.]

Sucking the tip of Jim’s dick into his mouth, Corey gave a contented hum. He bobbed his head up and down, keeping pace with his hand, Jim lazily tracing his fingertips over the stubble on his cheeks. He mumbled a string of praise— ‘fuck yeah, baby’ and ‘so fucking good’ and ‘shit, just like that.’ Caught up and fucked up all over again. Corey Taylor was a bastard and Jim wasn’t about to give him up for a goddamn thing. 

Corey pulled off of him with a filthy ‘pop,’ wasting little time between then and ducking his head down to tongue at Jim’s balls. For what had to be the billionth time in the past ten minutes, Jim was briefly convinced he was going to leave this earth entirely. It was all he could do, to watch dumbly as Corey worked from left to right, sucking and moaning and swirling his tongue in just the right way to make Jim’s dick visibly twitch in his hand 

“Jesus fuck, baby.”

Jesus fuck, indeed. He was already seeing stars and he still hadn’t come yet. Here he was, giving the incentive of more when his knees were about to buckle. Who’s the jackass now?

[Me: writing oral sucks it’s always awkward and repetitive

Also me: stretches the oral to 5k]

Jim’s head fell back as Corey worked his way back up his length, running his tongue along the underside of it before damn near hilting him on his first try. He choked a little, pulling back to center himself before he tried again. Obscene sounds and lascivious moans filled the air, Jim’s eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the heat burning in the pit of his stomach. All he needed was a minute or two and to watch Corey’s eyes roll back in his skull to be pulled taut and ready to snap at any second. 

“Fuck me, I’m so close. Come on baby, don’t stop. Know you want it too.” Jim’s hand had found its way to the back of Corey’s head again, forcing him further down, finding that perfect rhythm again. Call it a sign of encouragement. Or something. 

Yeah, encouragement.  

Corey worked him as hard as he could, sucking and licking and slurping and swallowing him whole until the vibrations from one final groan around Jim’s cock brought all these sensations to a crescendo. Jim held him down as he came hard, spilling down his throat, swearing and gritting his teeth. Corey nursed him through, sucking him slow as Jim’s arms and legs turned to jello. Watching through his lashes as he tensed and moaned, breathing in sharp, ragged inhales until he finally had to shove Corey away ‘cause shit. 

Jim sighed heavily, pushing his hair back and out of his face, staring down at the stupid cocky look on Corey’s face. Were he able to form a coherent thought, he would have taken his ego down a notch— unfortunately, mentally he was still somewhere off in orbit. Without being entirely aware of his own actions, Jim was grabbing Corey by the collar and getting him back up off his knees. He shoved his hands underneath the hem of his shirt, fingertips studying inches of skin, the hair on his stomach, sides damp with sweat, every bump and imperfection before finally pulling the ratty spit-soaked tee over his head. 

[And to your left, you see Service Top Brain immediately taking control the second Jim no longer has enough brain cells to resist it.]

He pulled Corey to him, hands on his waist as he backed up to the bed, knees giving way when they hit the edge of the mattress. Jim hit the bed and laid back, bringing Corey down with him and directly into a kiss. Strong arms circled around Corey’s frame, bodies pressed snug, mouths melded together as one. Whatever post-nut trance Jim was in, it was perfectly fine by Corey. This was close and safe and comfortable and I mean, with the way Jim was rocking him against his stomach, you weren’t gonna hear much more than the sound of his brain cells popping like balloons ‘cause his dick was taking up all the blood flow. 

[They may be stupid but you gotta admit. They are pretty tender too.]

A high pitched whine that (it was safe to assume) was supposed words fell from Corey’s lips as Jim’s connected with the center of his chest. He had pulled away panting, working his way down— mouthing at Corey’s jaw, nipping at his earlobe, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck. Maybe it had caught Corey off guard a little, not getting told off for being a shit and all, but any and all attention was welcome here with open arms. 

“Fuck, Jim c’mon,” he barely managed to gasp out. Forming sentences wasn’t about to be the first to go. He had a reputation to uphold here. “Better not start messin’ with me now.”

Teeth clinked against metal, Jim tugging on the ring through his right nipple and ripping all the thoughts straight from his brain for a moment. He swirled his tongue over the hardening flesh before biting down. Corey shivered and bit back a moan, pain radiating through him and twisting up in his gut. Like he wasn’t already prepared to implode as is. “Mother fucking Mary. Now you’re just making it a point to be a dick. Nobody likes a tease, Peach.”

[Also calling Jim peach is Corey’s thing in this universe. It’s gross. And soft. They’re the worst.]

Nothing. Not even an upwards glance. 

Corey wanted to scream. He wanted to slam his fist down on the bed, call Jim some new variant on ‘cunt,’ fight back, take control. But he also really didn’t want this to stop. He was so hard it fucking hurt and Jim had him right in the palm of his hand where he could barely keep his head straight and honestly? He was perfectly fine sitting right there. He was probably just missing some cue. Off by a beat and too whiny and stubborn to realize it. (Which he was. Corey never claimed to be smart. Especially not when his lizard brain was kicked into overdrive and all he could think about was getting split in half.) 

[He’s so STUPID. God. Bratty ass dumbass.]

While the idea was pretty appealing, he couldn’t even begin to collect the agency he’d need for any of that anyway. There was now a hand dangerously high up on his thigh, thumb tracing line where it met his hip, and there was no goddamn way he was gonna be able to focus on anything else. 

So Jim still did want him dead. Cool. 

“God baby, what do you want?” Corey whined, raking his nails over Jim’s chest, watching red marks appear in their wake. “I wasn’t even that bad. Did everything you wanted, barely even gave you shit. What, you want me to get you off again? ‘Cause I can do that. I’ll gladly do that if it gets you to quit fucking dragging me along. I’ll do all the work and fuck you myself if I gotta. Could smash my face into a wall and call me a soul sucking whore for all I care. Jesus Christ, just give me more.”

[YOU’RE SO CLOSE YET SO FAR BUD.]

Jim’s fingertips dipped into the elastic of Corey’s boxers, dragging across the front between his hips, just barely brushing against his cock before the waistband snapped back against his skin. Corey yelped, heels of his palms digging into Jim’s collarbones. He had no doubt Jim was thoroughly enjoying this, but the joke wasn’t all that funny anymore. Wasn’t very funny to begin with, actually. 

“Fuck me, Peach please. Please, I’ll do fucking anything. Just quit doing that.”

Suddenly Corey’s back was against the sheets again, Jim sliding back off the bed to tear his boxers down and toss them in some vague direction (he was only really going for away.) He nudged Corey’s legs apart and kneed back up between them, fingers curling around his cock. Corey’s hips immediately jerked up into the contact and he let out a hiss. Good god, he was so fucking sensitive he wanted to die. He made a noise that sounded more like a sob than anything, grabbing at Jim’s wrist. If he stopped he was going to scream but if he kept it up Corey was about to be launched into space and land on fucking Neptune. 

“Was that really so hard?” Jim questioned, and yeah. Maybe it was. Getting Corey to ask nice instead of being a colossal brat was like pulling teeth from an alligator. Fortunately for Jim, he was currently on a one way flight to the next realm. It was a little harder to keep all that up in the moment. 

Another “please” was all Corey managed— clearly asking for something else, something more— but Jim couldn’t just let him have that. 

“See, now you’re getting the hang of it!”

[Jim: See I can be an asshole too]

Corey snaked his arms around Jim’s neck, pulling him down to eye level. “Is it your goal in life to be a giant fucking pain in the ass?”

[Yes. That and buy a bike.]

“As much as it is yours, baby.” Jim laughed, nuzzling against Corey’s cheek. He mouthed little kisses against his jaw, slowly stroking him, pulling a frustrated growl from somewhere deep in his chest. 

He clawed at Jim’s shoulders, threading his hand through Jim’s hair and tugging back hard. More than anything, he was just trying to keep himself some semblance of centered. It wasn’t working very well. “Fucking hell. More, give me more. Give me your hands.”

Jim lifted his gaze, meeting Corey’s eyes, staring at him blankly. 

“Please.”

The grip around Corey’s cock let up and he groaned again at the loss of friction. It was gonna take next to nothing to make him fall apart. Callused fingers fingers slip up his torso and caught on his bottom lip, still kissed and swollen. “I’ll do that for you, but you might have to remind me how you earned it.”

Corey barely let him finish before he had his lips wrapped around two digits, working his tongue along them. He held onto Jim’s wrist, forcing them back and making himself gag hard. At this point, he didn’t care what it took. Besides, it was either keep his mouth busy or run it anyway. He flashed a look back up at Jim, batting his lashes and making sure to give him a little show before finally pulling off and kissing his fingertips. Is that wasn’t enough, then he didn’t know what the fuck would be.

And thank fucking buddha Jim’s mouth was enveloping his own just a moment later, one of his thighs being pushed back for a better angle and some leverage as Jim’s other hand slid between his legs. Slick fingers pressed against his entrance, drawing a pathetic noise from his throat, his legs twitching in eager anticipation. 

The first eased in, sunk home, and Corey could have sworn he saw the light in that moment. Glitter and gold and pearly gates, fluffy white clouds, and giant fucking bearpaw hands that were holding his entire fucking being in their palms. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to that— Jim being that big. I mean sure, his dick alone could take out a whole city easily, but it was all of him. Limbs and chest and hips and hands. Oh good god, his hands. Say what you want about how dumb and awkward he was otherwise, but he always knew exactly what he was doing with his hands. 

[HE DO BE LANKY AND AWKWARD. Also I still can’t help but think of how weird his hands are. Like they’re so SMALL in proportion to the rest of him but they’re still HUGE. James what the fuck is that shit.]

 Corey moaned into the mouth locked with his own as Jim started to pump in and out of him, the stretch nearly impossible feeling for just one finger. Maybe it was that he was already desperate, ready to burst, that had him so beyond himself. Maybe it was just the fact that Jim knew exactly how to poke and prod to make him start to come apart at the seams. 

He started to relax more, lean into it (or as best as he could with the weight on top of him.) Steady chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, more, fuck’ swarmed around whatever little bubble they’d been encapsulated in. Corey practically had Jim in a chokehold, holding him down as close as he could possibly get, foreheads pressed together. Completely and totally consumed. 

Another finger worked inside him, curling and twisting and scissoring him open, making him flutter around them and writhe to find just the right— 

“There, there. Don’t you dare stop. Holy shit.” Corey cried out, arching up off the mattress, holding onto Jim for dear life. “So fucking good. Feels so fucking good.”

Jim brushed his fingertips against Corey’s walls again, hitting that sweet spot and eliciting another borderline embarrassing moan. “Yeah, that’s it. Not so tough like this, are you? Fight so hard to get what you want and you still come undone for me just the same. Real good when you want to be, y’know.”

Whatever Corey wanted to say came out in an incoherent mumble— something something for you and something something damn lucky. His orgasm was already twisting and burning in the pit of his stomach, and his was still only very loosely tied to this realm. Beyond taken and fucked up and he loved every minute of it. 

[Fighting to the very end, even with fingers in his ass. Just shut up already you stupid slut.]

He couldn’t take his eyes off Jim as he wormed his way out of his grasp, sat back, spread his legs a little wider apart. He leaned down, and Corey was vaguely aware of him spitting before he felt like he was being properly split in two. A third digit joined the other two. God, it was almost too much. Impossibly full and tight and overwhelming, all thanks to James and his inhumanely big hands that were surely going to be Corey’s cause of death here one of these days. 

Corey couldn’t even breathe now, squeaking out another little plea for more, honed in on Jim like a deer in headlights. He knotted his hands up in the sheets, finally able to roll his hips and fuck himself against Jim’s hand without him pinning him in place. The blood rushing through his ears still wasn’t quite loud enough to drown out Jim’s encouragement— “So good, so pretty, look at you, perfect little slut. All mine. Come on baby, let me see you come.” 

That alone was enough to make Corey’s eyes roll back in his head, but one last perfect angle of his hips was what finally sent him over the edge. He came so hard his vision went fuzzy, limbs giving out as he spilled over his stomach and cried out, “Oh god, fuck daddy.”

[THERE IT IS. One of the terrible influences who shall not be named popped into my DMs like “Consider: unnegotiated honorary in a moment of carnal horny and then Jim just straight up CACKLES” and I was like well. Guess That’s Getting Throw In The Pile Too.] 

There was a minute of blank, overwhelmed and far away and completely beyond himself. Jim milked him through it, still working his fingers in and out as the aftershocks made him twitch and whimper, until he started to come back down again. Actually, the only thing that snapped him back to the here and now was realizing that Jim was laughing. Not just laughing, giggling like a goddamn school girl. 

You had to be fucking kidding. 

Corey reached out, attempting to smack him but missing entirely. “Fuck’s so funny?”

“Daddy? Dude. You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding right?” Jim dissolved into another fit of laughter, eyes scrunched up in a big grin. 

“Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth now. You don’t get to hold the shit I say when I come against me.” Corey huffed, sitting up on his elbows and trying to scoot away. Unlucky for him, Jim was still big enough to lean over him again and still be eye level. 

He pushed Corey’s hair back, pressing a kiss to his lips with a deep chuckle. “Quit your whining. You alright?”

Corey rolled his eyes, collapsing with a sigh and (albeit begrudgingly) circling his arms around Jim’s neck. “Mmm, peachy. Just shut up and cuddle me, you fucking demon. And you tell no one about that.”

[ANYWAY. This fic took me like three wholeass months or something so I hope it was worth it. There’s also a coinciding playlist that goes with this beast if you click on the AO3 link back at the top. Thank you for reading this disaster.] 

[ecotone99]

[MF] The Things You Say

He ordered his steak charred and bloody. She pointed to option of penne with white sauce and clams. They had already gone through two rounds of the buttered white bread and were due for a third. He told the waiter no rush, take time, no appetizers, please no appetizers, just more bread, bring more please, and bring a bottle of the red you prefer, we don’t come here often, but when we do, I like to have a red.

He looked around and glimpsed the delighted face in the restaurant after the waiter left.

She put her arms on the table. She looked at one thing then another and back to him. Then one thing and another and then back to him again.

“This is a good place,” is what he said after he was finished scanning the room. He turned and watched her nibble the inside of her own lip. “What do you think?” is what he said after he couldn’t draw her eyes.

Vague nodding is what she returned in response to his remark.

The waiter came back with another plate of the white bread along with two small bowls, one with butter, the other with olive oil. The waiter substituted his plates and bowls on his platter for their empty ones on the table. Then he stood and smiled and asked if he should mix vinegar into the oil.

She looked up to the waiter and smiled. She said, “We can do that.” It was always good, bright smiles coming from her.

“Fair enough,” the waiter said and left. She scanned the room again. One thing and another and another. Then she glared at something behind the one seated across from her.

“Well?” he said.

She shrugged. She parted her lips. But it was all the same.

He leaned forward. But she maintained her poise. He took a deep breath and made an extended exhalation. But she was imperturbable. So he leaned back and watched her scratch the back of her head.

“I think it’s fixable,” he said, “You know that’s what I come from. I think it is fixable.” In saying this, he felt as if he’d just put on a weighted jacket.

She put her gaze vaguely toward something on his chest. Then she rubbed her shoulder and waited for anything from him.

He went and said, “I believe in it,” and rubbed his naked fingers. He cracked each one and as he was doing this he was glaring at her shoulders and saying, “It’s just time is what we need. That’s the position I take with all this. Enough time and bruises go away. Enough time and we mend. But we have to put one step forward. We have to put in the work and accept that it’s going to take a lot of work. That’s just how it goes. We have to try. We have to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps. That’s just what I grew up knowing.”

He tore off a piece of bread. He dipped it in butter. She watched all the crumbs scatter on his side of the table. On his side of the table, he took the knife and spread the butter over half his piece. She watched him bite the bread. He chewed with his mouth open.

The waiter came back and brought them refills. Water for him. Peach La Croix for her. She simpered and said, “Nice for you to take care of us.” To this, “No problem,” is what the waiter said. He genuflected. Then he walked to the other tables refilling the cups where it was needed while no one broke the streams of their conversations full of laughter to pay him any attention.

She scratched her chin. She watched him dip the other half of his bread into the oil. Then he bit down, but it wasn’t easy to chew with his jaw all tired from the rest of the bread. She wt she the lumps his throat made when food goes down.

People walked in and people walked out. People came and went along the street.

He used more oil on more bread. On the last piece, he took the bottle of vinegar and dabbed the center of the bread with a bit of it. He offered her the bread. But she just looked at it.

“This is a nice place,” he said and then ate the whole thing in one go. He chewed as he would and little bits went here and there, some of it even spilled into his lap. She turned to the bar and glared at the couple she thought she knew while he drank water to help him swallow. Then he drank more to clear the rest of it. Then he used his nails on his teeth to scrape out the bits squeezed somewhere between his back teeth. With fingers in mouth, he goes and says, “It’s better to eat than to be angry.”

Minutes went by. Then he said, “If you don’t eat, you’ll get angry. If you get angry, you won’t get anything said. If we don’t talk, well, that doesn’t really help anyone.” He waited. But she wasn’t budging, wasn’t flinching. He went on with it. He said, “Look, I’m not trying to talk stuff. I’m really not. But what I’m saying is, you have to eat something. You do. And I do too. We have to eat something. That’s the first step to any of this. That's really the first step to making all this really, truly work. If we can’t even eat together, then what real hope do we have here?” Then it was, “You think that I think that I know what’s best. But you can’t say that. You can’t think that. You shouldn’t. I’m not trying to do anything but getting us started. I want to get us talking. But if you’re not going to speak, then nothing is going to be done. You understand that, right? You have to understand that. If you don’t speak, then you must understand, nothing will be said.”

To this, she took her glass, raised it. Then she reached over and toasted his glass. She chugged her drink. It all disappeared.

He leaned over again and, in a screaming whisper, said, “I’m trying. You can’t say anything to that. I’m trying and you’re not listening. Why - Why did you even come here?”

She gave him a light scoff. She rubbed her shoulder and looked around at all the pretty, excited faces in the room. Then she found the waiter and waved him over. Upon his arrival, she said, “Yes, dear, wine. Let’s have the wine now. We’ll take the bottle. Something red, a pinot or a blend, whatever you and your friends prefer. We’ll be having that.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the waiter said.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said.

“Why did you even agree to come here?” he said as the waiter left.

“Just wait for the drinks,” she said, “Sit pretty and wait for the wine.”

The waiter came back with the wine and two glasses. She smiled at him while he uncorked the bottle. The waiter smiled for both of them as he poured their glasses full.

He told them the food can be ready in five minutes if they wanted.

She told them they were in no rush. The man told the waiter sooner is better but bring another plate of bread with the entrees. It's that good.

“This bread is really something,” he said, just wanting to put it out there.

The waiter said, “Everyone loves the bread.”

“Why does everyone love the bread?” she said and puts her hands to her lips trying to barely hide the grin. But there was no hiding the brightness in her eyes.

“They say it’s doughy,” the waiter said, “They say it’s doughy and crispy and it’s sweet. All at the same time. There's a good mix of things in it. I can't really explain it well. I don't know the inner workings of bread, you know. I'm no chef. But I know its good tasting. I tend to agree with what people say about the bread.”

“It’s good stuff,” the man said.

But she said to the waiter, “What do you think? About the bread? What do you think about it?”

“Yeah, well, I do tend to agree with what most people say. It is very good bread. I tell the chefs all the time the bread is why we have such great business. The bread’s soft and sweet. I normally don’t go in for bread, let alone the sweet kind of anything. But what we have here, I like it.”

“You have to control yourself around it?” she said and rubbed her shoulder, still smiling, of course, always smiling.

“Yes, ma’am, I have to control myself. When I first started here, I put on seven to eight pounds just eating the stuff. And I was only pulling short shifts.”

“Look at you,” she said and sipped her wine.

The waiter turned to the man and the man said, “Bread’s good and all, but how about our food?”

“The food?” the waiter said. Then he said, “Oh, right away, right away,” and left.

She then poured more wine into her glass. Then he took the bottle and filled his glass right after and began sipping his. They drank concertedly, him looking at her, her looking at her wine, them just waiting like this until the food arrived. They ate in silence too.

He used the steak knife to hack slice through the beef that bled all over the plate and soaked into the spinach and the potato. She drove a prong into a noodle. He put the steak in his mouth. She ate her piece. Then he chewed the steak. The whole room heard him chew, but no one said anything.

She took a few more pieces and then just stared at her bowl, glared at the cream sauce, then she looked up to watch him take three more cuts of the steak and mash it all in his mouth.

She quit eating. She drank down her wine glass and poured herself the last of it. She fiddled with something in her purse and then kept one arm beneath the table, while the other returned to controlling the wine.

She sipped and watched him eat. She sipped and watched his blood stained teeth mash his blood soaked meat. It took time, but he noticed all the staring she was doing and said, “You think it’s all on me.”

He said, “You really think it’s all on me. You want to put it on my shoulders. And, you know, Maybe you can. Maybe you could.” He sipped his drink. Then he took some water to wash it down. Then he went and said, “You’re the one who did it. I’ll ride the blame, though. That’s fine. Put it on me. That’s fair. I’m not the one who gone out and got it in with a team manager from some rinky-dink roller derby team. But I guess that’s just me. I guess I just have my preferences. Who knows? I’m just here. I guess I just have everything confused.”

Then he heard it. The click.

But he didn’t want to have heard it. He took another piece of the steak, chewed it, took some of the wine, swallowed it.

He told himself, in brain, that it must have been a fork that had dropped on a plate. That’s all.

She finished her glass and then raised the glass in the air. She turned and looked for the waiter all the while keeping her other hand beneath the table. The waiter came over and grabbed the glass and, in doing so, touched her fingers as he claimed it.

That was enough for her. But she held in the flutter.

The waiter looked to them, back and forth. “How’s the food?” he said.

“More wine, sweetie,” she said.

“Excellent,” the man said.

“Excellent,” the waiter said and smiled for the man and then the woman.

She watched the waiter walk down the ways and made no effort to hide what her eyes were locked on to.

“You,” he restarted it, “I made the wrong call.”

“You can’t just sit in silence, can you?” whispered from, sweet, wine stained lips.

“Why should I keep quiet? Why? You tell me why?” he said.

"I'm right," he said.

“Close your mouth when you eat,” she said.

“What are you on about now?” he said, “What are you talking about now?” he said. “What are you even saying?” he said.

“Hal,” she said.

“Why?” he said, “Here I am trying to talk and give you the chance but there you are – just – just sitting. You’re just sitting.”

“Hal,” she said.

“What?” he said.

She pulled the trigger three times. The rounds connected where they did, she wasn’t sure where. But he screamed. That was one fact. The other was the entire restaurant fled. Including the one waiter. They all fled.

But he fell over. And she stood up and grabbed her bowl. She stepped over him and held the bowl over his head. She looked at the damage done. She had claimed a knee and a hip. She said, “Fair enough,” and then emptied the bowl on top of his head. The white sauce mixed in with his blood.

He said one thing and another, sure. But she aimed for his belly anyways. She used the rest of the rounds. When it was all decided, she set the revolver on the table and sat down. She then started a cigarette. She leaned her elbow on the table, then her chin on her hand. “The things you say, Hal,” she whispered into the air. “The things you say.”

FIN

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Mario and Bowser: Unused Scraps 2

Mario and Bowser Scraps 2

-Labeled: Future Mario and Bowser, this was some early thinking on my part of the climax of the story. As we all know, I didn’t have the plot points involving the conspiracy thought out and nothing like this, (aside from Bowser actually appearing in a dungeon) happened. Enjoy.

May 21, 2017(?) typos included ^_^

Future Mario and Bowser

"But I do enjoy his company... in a weird way." (Mario speaking)

"Yeah, this plumber's dumb antics do amuse me...sometimes," Bowser said.

"Sometimes?" Mario teased.

"Umm, well a lot. But don't get use to it!"

"Enough!" Ludwig yelled. "So, I bet you are wondering why I, Ludwig Von Koopa, would devise such an plan?"

"Because you are a spoiled brat?" Bowser spat.

"-Actually, because you clearly want us apart," Mario answered.

Ludwig put his heads behind his back, ignoring their responses. "This is why: if you two are friends, then what is good and evil?" Ludwig said matter of factly. "The despicable term that has came up in recent years, what is it? Frenemies? That is cheating. Having your cake and eating it too, as they say. There is no room to be on the fence; the 'hero' and the 'villain' must be opposed. You either hate each other or you don't-"

"Prince Ludwig," Mario interrupted.

"What."

"Why do you feel that way?" Mario asked honestly.

Ludwig seemed to be caught off guard for a moment, but then regained his arrogant composure. "Because, my friend, and I use that term ironically of course, that is just the way it works in our world!"

"Yes. It does. It does work that way, doesn't it Bowser?"

"Huh?" then Bowser caught the hint, "Yes, that is how it goes...in VIDEO-GAMES."

Ludwig huffed. "Do you think I'm stupid? What are you two getting at?"

"This is what we're getting at, Ludwig," Mario said, "We know how things work with heroes and villains in our games, but the point is this: there's nothing wrong with hanging out otherwise. It's all an act!"

"All an act?!" Ludwig raised his voice slightly. "You are implying that the rivalry between one of video game's most iconic hero and villain is an act?"

"No, our rivalry is real alright, kid. It's just the wanting to kill each other that's fake," Bowser said.

"Excuse me?" Ludwig was in disbelief.

"Well I mean, we want to hurt each other a lot," Bowser clarified. "But not..you know! Am I making sense? I'm not used me being the kidnappee, work with me here!"

"Well said, Bowser. I'd clap if we weren't tied up," Mario snarked.

"He he he," Ludwig laughed unexpectedly "Of course it is an an act! He he he!"

"You alright, son?" Bowser asked seriously.

"It's all and act!" Ludwig repeated. "All an act!! We've known this since Super Mario Kart, of course. No matter, there is nothing I can do now."

"Ludwig," Mario spoke cautiously, "This isn't your idea, is it?"

Ludwig smiled and hastily exited the dungeon, without a response.

"Well, he always was a weird one." Bowser said as soon as Ludwig was out of earshot.

"Yeah, and?"

"What ever?"

"Because, this plan is silly. I'm not a villainous mastermind, but I can easily think of some easier ways to bring us apart. Somehow I just know your step children didn't come up with this themselves..."

"Hmm. Okay, next question: How would you rate this experience?"

"What are you, the back of a restaurant receipt?"

"You'd sure know about that, wouldn't you plumber? No, I mean how was he as a villain. I'm just curious of what you think," Bowser nudged Mario.

"First of all I sure you eat more than me! Secondly, he was too eager to reveal his plans and too quick to leave once we apparently insulted him. You for example would have said what you wanted up front to make the final showdown quick. But then again, in some of our games you don't have lines at all. Besides, not enough trash talking, I'm not even mildly offended. I give it 2/10 and only because he went for the Jelectro Bond villain aesthetic."

"Ha ha, what? Do you write for IGN? I didn't ask for a comprehensive review!"

"Well you asked," Mario said annoyed. "Anyway, shift over a bit. I have a wrench in my back pocket. See if you can grab it."

"What?" Bowser jolted. "You want me to- What?!"

"Bowser, just do it!"

"You REALLY owe me now, Red!"

- Scrapped dialogue. May 21, 2017?

Eventual Mario and Bowser

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"So uh, Wiggs it is?" (Luigi speaking)

"Affirmative."

"I saw how you took a beating yesterday. Why do you act like a robot?"

"..."

"Huh?"

"Does not compute."

"What?"

"Just kidding. I am just always this way. Very stern parents. Must always make straight As."

"Oh so-"

"-Ranked #1 in all of Yoshi's Island until detestable rival, Rexinator showed up."

"Uh-"

"Then went on mission to eliminate rival by usage of self aware artificial intelligence. There were no survivors!"

"What?!?"

"Just kidding again. I am just weird like that." Wiggletron smiled.

"Okay then.." Luigi walked away slowly.

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"When did all this happen?" Bowser grumbled. "It's the extra characters stealing the spotlight all over again!"

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-May 30, 2017 (??) Author notes on story planning. Props to whomever can see what was and wasn’t accurate!

Mario and Bowser future ideas

toad will instantly be sympathetic to Mario's friendship because of his own with Larry.

Kamek is the master schemer. He will get everyone in the MK to hate Bowser and then brainwash bowser to before his Mario friendship. Things will be "normal" again

Boo will convince Luigi that Mario and Bowser's friendship is real based on the fact that their relationship can exist.

. Buckenberry come back to castle. Yoshi to house.

Nass . She called the MKDCU because she knew they'd reveal. That it was MF. She did this as a way to do the right thing while covering her own involvement. She was initially working with Dr. Professor to lie to all about those that were sick before Bowser threatened Peach. Her calling them the day before is why people like Bond and Kylie were able to piece things together.

Larry and Wendy first to deviate

Ludwig is conflicted because jealously. Wants todo right thing but He has no rival/frenemy of his own.

Kamek had no friends and wants Bowser is he lonely like he was. Uses expired FingusUo to appeal to nostalgia. Because kamel is nostalgic.

Bond is Kameks long lost.....second cousin

Secret agent D. (Dr. Mario)

Toadsworth will recognize Doctor Professor

Mario and a Yoshi will reconcile. Yoshi help Mario sir zimmy.