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my313 · 7 months

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milk teeth ୧ ‧₊˚ 🥛 ⋅ ☆ kang taehyun

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ milk teeth - niki

⋆ pairing: taehyun x f!reader

⋆ summary: taehyun loves the things you do for him. he loves how familiar you are. probably more than he ever liked you.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: angst, suggestive (implied former sneaky link!tyun, implications of sex), unhealthy relationship ++ scenes in italics are flashbacks

⋆ word count: 2.6k

a/n: sorry to solomons he was my muse for this song.... I PROMISE ITS NOT THAAAAT BAD I THINK?? lmk actually if this is sad enough.. highly rec listening to the song while reading, i ref some scenes and lines throughout n just... i love the lyrics ! underrated nicole track icb she wrote this in high school lmao

taehyun had been something between a secret lover and a stranger in the past few months. over the course of your frail affiliation, you jump between thinking that the world was testing you by sending over a guy who would kiss your forehead in the comfort of your dorm room but never look you in the eye in-front of his friends; to being so overtaken by infatuation each time you see his bare skin against your sheets, the sun kissing him on places you’ve found yourself feathering over the night before.

the daydream always shatters when you wake the morning after and the only remnants of his existence within your bedroom are the stains on your bed and the warmth of his body clinging desperately onto where he slept. it’s easy for that dream to rekindle every night; because when taehyun’s at your doorstep with a huge grin on his face, you can’t help but leap into his arms.

when you feel the sun joining you in bed and instead of a phantom of his physique, you find taehyun sound asleep next to you; you can’t fall back asleep. you prop yourself on your side, cheek pressed on your hand and elbow holding your weight, admiring the rare view bestowed upon you. you think it won’t be as rare to see now that taehyun’s your boyfriend — a newly-formed title that came into fruition just yesterday. it wasn’t the most romantic way to ask, settling for a conversation on this very bed after showering together.

it went along the lines of you saying:

“i’m starting to like you a lot, taehyun.”

your back is against his chest, situated between his legs. “yeah?” you etch taehyun’s half-smile, half-smirk in your mind as he plays with your hair. it almost feels like he’s finally in the room with you, not drifting away, someplace else, when you confess. you push the thought to back of your head when you feel his chest rumble from a laugh. “have i stolen your heart yet?”

“...y/n, you thief.”

“am not!” you refute, silly smile stretching your lips, cheeks swelling from the searing affection taehyun offers. it probably burns, but you can’t resist – not when you’re usually off scraping corners of his lukewarm responses and icy texts.

“can i keep it though?” the tone of your voice is hopeful, and taehyun doesn’t have it in him to say anything but yes. he doesn’t know why he does this, is it because you’re nice? the girl you love should probably have more words under her belt than nice. but that’s what taehyun settles for.

you’re so nice that taehyun doesn’t even have to spew out the question.

“can i be your girlfriend, i mean.” you clarify, assuming the silence on his end stemmed from confusion. or that’s what you’ve convinced yourself these kind of moments were; the times where taehyun reels back in and decides you’ve seen enough of his kinder gestures for the time being.

he nods.

giddy, anxious, once again hauled into infatuation; these are the things that culminate in your chest as you watch taehyun stir.

you don’t bother to look away once his eyes flutter open, wincing at the light sneaking between your blinds. “morning, boyfriend.” his lips curve into a small smile, “morning, girlfriend.”

you sit up expectantly, wanting to start the day with all these ideas that have been blossoming since you started liking taehyun. things like making pancakes when he finally stayed long enough until the morning, or simpler ideas like struggling to leave the bed and being tugged back into his arms, “five more minutes…” tickling your nape as he nuzzles into you.

your ideas start to dwindle when taehyun’s first course of action is to pick up his phone and look through his texts. you’re left blinking, confused by the nonchalance that clouded the air in your room. you should be used to this by now. the push and pull was always what made you come back to him anyway; but in your brain, after the intimacy of last night, you had hoped that taehyun’s hot-and-cold would begin to melt.

you don’t want to think about it. giving taehyun the benefit of the doubt is always easier than having to recode your mind to admitting that you just like him a lot more than he does you. you already have a boatload of excuses piled up from all the times you had to defend your crush on him from your friends; always something about “he’s never had a serious relationship, he doesn’t know!” or “he’s just not that kind of guy, y’know..”

instead, you’re pushing yourself out of bed, and that is thankfully enough for taehyun to look up in surprise.

“want pancakes for breakfast?”

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you’re sitting in the back of his friend yeonjun’s car the next time taehyun invites you outside of your stay-at-home ‘dates’.

you’re squished between two long-legged boys, soobin and kai, while beomgyu called dibs on the very back, using the excuse of “somebody needs to hold our shit from falling” as a guise for wanting to catch up on sleep. taehyun’s in front with yeonjun, chatting with a carefree smile.

that kind of smile was reserved for people you knew taehyun held no doubt for. the kind of people that taehyun’s already settled into and signed his lease. you’re a hostel in taehyun’s unknowing search for a home, you start to think.

but you’re young, and there’s plenty of time for renovations and renewals. maybe in a few months time, taehyun’s “nice” and “cute” will turn into “beautiful” and “kind-hearted.” in a few months time, you’ll be more than a place to lounge and leave; perhaps even earn his breathless laughs and sparkling eyes.

today, your destination is a barred cliff overlooking the view of your hometown. beomgyu suggested watching the sundown before spring started, ever the romantic. he’s also the reason taehyun even bothered to bring you; the invite making you audibly gasp over the phone when he called, asking just half an hour before they were set to go. taehyun always did that — made plans and canceled; only to call you a few hours later, when the sinking feeling finally set in and you were ready to push it to the backburner, saying “i’m coming over.”

you’re leaning against the side of yeonjun’s car, taehyun on the edge of the hood and the rest of the boys scattered just around the front. by the time you’ve arrived, the chill of the upcoming night was beginning to creep up.

kai picks up on how much you’re feeling the cold. your teeth are chattering, and your posture hunched into your own body, arms crossed and trying to keep yourself as warm as you could. he blinks at taehyun’s apathy. you’re right next to him, there is no way he couldn’t hear the way your teeth crash against one another, or the hisses you unconsciously spew.

“dude, y/n looks like she’s dying.” kai finally speaks up, interrupting the flow of conversation between his friends.

all five turn to look at you. you feel like you’re being watched like a wild animal at the zoo, scowling at beomgyu’s laughter. his teasing begins, taking advantage of being on taehyun’s other side, sprawled on the hood. he pokes his friend’s forearms, “yeah, tyunnie, y/n looks like she’s dying. why don’t you go warm her up?” his mischievous antics have your heartbeat picking up. you don’t know whether to thank him or jump him.

you’re anxious, for some reason; but you’re also wide-eyed and expectant. you’ve been dating taehyun for a month now and his friends have been warming up to your relationship, though you can’t get beomgyu’s words out of your head — much like now.

you recall it was at one of yeonjun’s parties.

beomgyu hovered around you and taehyun that night, tipsy for the first time in a while. the air was silent, each breath clinging onto the question that beomgyu spilled that night:

“why don’t you ever do anything.. like.. couple-y with y/n? i swear- i’ve only seen you makeout. and that was before you even started dating!”

beomgyu always seemed to know the pain points of your sluggish relationship.

taehyun rolls his eyes at beomgyu’s jabs, though his smile reflects different from the snarky glint in his eyes. you don’t know what he’ll do. will he tug at your arm and pull you over his lap, wrap his arms around you? say “i’ll keep her warm, don’t worry.” and keep you close for the rest of the evening, until the stars wake from their slumber?

your arms are wide open for anything. any semblance of affection or care, anything to make you feel like taehyun isn’t just keeping you for the sake of avoiding being the primary source of your heartbreak. sometimes, it felt like he kept tabs on you like someone who had forgotten about a game they once liked, habitually coming back but never in the same intensity. you remember how he looked at you so hungrily the first time you met. you only ever get glimpses of his twinkling eyes when he has you under him.

your boyfriend shrugs his jacket off and pushes it in your direction, barely looking at your pitiful state. this time, even beomgyu knows to hold his tongue when you both share the same look of disappointment and confusion at taehyun’s frigidity. taehyun resumes his conversation with soobin, though the latter boy awkwardly smiles at you, dimples providing some comfort.

“thanks,” you mutter, holding the jacket to your chest before slipping your arms through the sleeves. you don’t feel much warmer, even with the makeshift feeling of taehyun’s body heat radiating from the inside of his jacket, right on your bare skin.

you’re not sure if it’s the wind that’s keeping you shivering, or the awful feeling that you’ve made the wrong choice.

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“why don’t we ever go on dates, taehyun?” you quiz, half-curious and half-unprepared for the answer you’re going to get. if you get to that point. but tonight, you’re determined to know.

it’s been four months since you and taehyun have started dating, and nothing much has changed from where you started. except for the fact that taehyun thinks he’s starting to get better at keeping you at bay; knowing the right words to say at the right time, being aware of your weak points and using his kisses as a way to sway your lips away from yet another important conversation.

“what do you mean, babe?” he only calls you that when he wants to shut you down. “we just had one. the movie marathon yesterday?”

“no, i mean–” your voice is stuck in your throat. taehyun often has that effect on you. at first, starstruck from seeing him at a frat party; then, when he’s pushing your head down onto the pillow as you tremble beneath him; and now, too cowardly to know how he truly feels about you, but too fed-up not knowing.

“i mean outside dates,” you explain, fingers fiddling aimlessly with each other, trying your best to keep looking at taehyun. he’s sitting across from you, on your bed, again. this godforsaken place that started the turmoil in the first place. “we never do anything planned. we don’t even go out for anniversaries or anything, tyunnie.” you hope the nickname softens the blow.

“i just like being at home with you, love.” taehyun answers gently, like he knows he’s treading on dangerous grounds right now. he doesn’t want to hurt you, and he doesn’t want you blaming him for anything that happens once you’re just another travel stamp on his life; permanently a memory.

despite his consistent nonchalance towards you, taehyun can admit to himself that not having you around would be odd. it would be inconvenient, would be the better word to describe it. your hopes of becoming more than “nice” and “cute” have transformed to something arguably worse; now, you’re “helpful” and “grounding.”

he couldn’t survive without you, but not for the passionate, romantic reasons you long for. taehyun knows this; that he loves the familiarity of you more than he likes you. he likes the heat that radiates off your body more than your body itself; the habits you’ve grown into that he’s responsible for, like the pancakes you make every sunday morning or how you’re always prepared to run to him when he needs you. he doesn’t remember you calling for him like that (though he doesn’t know if he would drop anything as fast as you had done).

“taehyun.”

“what..?”

“you don’t really mean that,” you shake your head, now unable to keep your eyes trained on him. you opt for the solid colour of your sheets.

“why are you.. doubting me?”

“because you’re never here!” your voice is strained; you try to say it in some sort of yell, but it comes out as a desperate screech. “and i mean your mind. your heart. whatever the fuck it is. your body’s here, but you’re always drifting somewhere else!”

you keep going. your mouth is spilling words like a waterfall, the most you’ve ever truthfully said in taehyun’s presence. “you don’t even like being around me. you do just enough to keep us alive, and then you half-ass it until you have to fix it again. what– what kind of relationship is this?”

“babe, wait,” taehyun’s moved from his spot now, laying his palms flat on your shoulders and trying to ease your outburst. you’re starting to sob, hiccups replacing your words. “i-i’m sorry if i made you feel that way–”

“if?” you scoff, and taehyun is taken aback. you’ve been rather docile and forgiving for most of the time taehyun has known you, only ever yelling at beomgyu that one time.

“i mean– i’m sorry that i made you feel that way, baby..” he soothes you, taking your hands and trying to get you close.

“i think we should stop here.” your words are firm in spite of the trembles underneath.

taehyun pauses. it’s the first time you’ve seen him display some sort of fear over you.

“no, no, no,” he’s desperately clutching your hands to his chest, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing kisses to the back of your hand. “it’s only been a few months. i’m just going through something right now, baby. i promise.”

your courage only takes you so far, because you let taehyun toy with your hands, bring his face close enough to make you fluster and cave.

he puts your intertwined hands down, a thud against your unassuming mattress. taehyun’s saving face by pressing his forehead against yours, lips hovering over one another. “i’ll make it better. i’ll be better, i swear.”

so you do. you cave.

when you feel his lips on yours, you know you’re doomed to unwrap the fabric and find you’re still bloodied; that your relationship is bound to break its fragile bones beyond repair. still, another empty kiss bandages over the scabs and wounds you’ve accumulated over the course of your ‘love’ and you make-believe that it isn’t too bad. not at all.

#from.313 #313.softhours #313.hardhours #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun angst #taehyun soft hours #taehyun soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt soft thoughts #txt angst #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt x you #313.tyun

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lilydalexf · 4 months

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You are welcome for the lists! This one is fics recs for "Orison". They are all related to that episode, though they're not all angsty smut fics. So it's not quite the ask, but I hope you and others enjoy the stories! Another Dark Forest by @aloysiavirgata Post-Orison sex Anyone with a Gun by V. Salmone (Punk and Sab) Mulder, Scully, and a gun. Atomic Split by Pteropod The world is glued together by the strong force, the weak force, the electromagnetic force, and gravity. Better Angels by wonderland (@amplifyme) “She’s okay, Maggie, I promise... No, no, just forget whatever you might hear. Don’t even watch the local news. She’s okay. She’s safe and resting. I got it.” Jesus, how many times had he had this conversation with her, or one very much like it? More than he’d ever wanted to. Black Hole Season by Penumbra (@mashnotesofthemythopoeic) Mulder muddles through the aftermath of Orison. Ceremony by @darwin-xf What’s left when words fail? Cold Comfort by Joann Humby When 3 men die, the killer seems to have a story to tell, but is it the same one that people are hearing? X-Files are dangerous, very dangerous if you're working alone. Exorcist Stairs by Elanor G Scully is adrift and on her own after the events of Orison. A chance encounter forces her to confront the banality of evil... fluorescence and night on all sides by audries (@audriesfic) He steps over a corpse to touch her. Ghast by @leiascully (No summary provided) Glub-Glub-Glub and Calming Spells by PostApocolypticAlien (@scullysexual) “you can stay here, tonight. for as long as you’d like.” / “Hey babe, babe, wake up.” The Devil's Instant by Maria Nicole Post-ep for Orison Incorruptible by Anjou A submission for an epistolary challenge on the Scullyfic/E-muse list in January of 2000. Set mid-season 7, immediately after the events of Orison, when Scully has been faced with an evil from her past. Mytharc heavy. i have your dreams and your teeth marks by audries (@audriesfic) Also in the trunk of the car: the latest edition of JAMA, The Amityville Horror on VHS from Blockbuster, Moby Dick, a Jewel CD, a bag of clementines. Her still-closed Bible. - post-orison. mulder takes scully on a witch hunt. there's nail polish involved. Imperfect Shadow by Nicknoc In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade. Intuituve Reasoning, I Say Obsessive, You Say Compulsive, and I Can Eat Glass by Mish You can’t fool *all* of the people, *all* of the time. / Kosseff vs. Mulder - one analysis, seven minute time limit. / A late night distress call shatters the calm. The Nearness of You by a_steady_wish Her first night back in her own bed after the events of Orison, and Mulder is there to comfort and love her. Neptune's Ocean by M. Sebasky (No summary provided) Nothing Apart by Dyann Zimmerman What happened after the events in 'Orison'. Noyade by Rocketman Noyade--(french) whirlpool. Of Ladies Most Deject And Wretched by Circe Invidiosa and Helen Quilley (@invidiosa) It wasn't a question worth answering...post Orison. Orison by @scullywolf The aftermath of Pfaster's attack takes its toll in more ways than one. Possession by @mldrgrl Based on this prompt request: Mulder and Scully have both dealt with abductions and kidnappings where they were held against their will. I imagine that it took a while for them to feel comfortable with any type of bondage. I think it’d be interesting to explore how or when they became comfortable with that and if it felt really empowering the first time. I especially see Scully having reservations at first but maybe requesting it. the praxis of a water bed by skuls (@ghostbustermelanieking) Five of the first times Scully woke up in Mulder's bed. Right Here by @smalldisbeliever The soft thud of her duffle bag hitting the floor marks their arrival at her apartment. It’s been a little over a week since Donnie Pfaster tore through the space.

Sedimentation by Maria Nicole Musings on the edge of sleep Sins Remembered by rah What happens after they leave her apartment. soap bubble memories by @softnow five times mulder and scully showered together + one time they bathed. Some Nights by otto_tis_eratai Or "Six times Mulder and Scully slept together, and one time they did something more". A collection of seven one shots, all post/mid episode (although it can be also read as one story). Some fluff, some angst, some hurt/comfort elements, eventual smut, a lot of friendship. Submerged by hellsteeth (@wexleresque) Mulder helps Scully cope with her post-Orison anxiety Taller Than Other Waves by amyhit (mayhit) She read Salem’s Lot at ten years old, was brave enough to kiss her partner by thirty-five. That Was Then, This Is Now by @mldrgrl The difference between how Scully deals with the aftermath of Donnie Pfaster in Orison v. Irresistible.

Unintended Consequences by Sarah Segretti Just when you think you know how you’d react to a horrific event, life steps up to surprise you. Scully and Mulder deal with the aftermath of the Pfaster shooting. Untitled by @aloysiavirgata Prompt: alternate post-Orison where Scully doesn’t get to her gun and Mulder is the one that kills Pfaster. Untitled by @aloysiavirgata Prompt: Scully to Mulder: Make me feel alive again... Untitled by @o6666666 Prompt: can't wait to read their argument for anniversary date. who would win??? Walls by Ellie I can't hold out forever; even walls fall down. An Orison post-ep. The Weight of Water by @dashakay The aftereffects of trauma are sometimes unexpected.

#fic rec #roundup #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #orison #anon #asks

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marzipanandminutiae · 7 months

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Madame Marzi I must defer to ur wisdom

Recently you rb’d a painting with some younger ladies and in the tags talked a bit about short hair in Victorian Times

Do you have any reference for how shorter hair was styled at the time? I’ve seen plenty of paintings and such with VERY short hair (post illness or perhaps childbirth) where all you can really do is smooth it back, but what about that awkward, past the shoulders sort of stage where it’s too long to just brush back but too short to do much to? Surely they had some styling guides..?

(Also, a side question— how old would one be before going from shorter skirts to adult/full length ones?)

The two little girls in the garden (probably preteens-young teens)? Yes, I did!

It's hard to find images of women with in-between hair lengths, and I'm not sure why. Possibly because they'd find ways to put it up with false hair, whereas hair too short to put up is more obvious in photos. This could also have to do with the type of woman who has pixie- or bob-length hair voluntarily vs. mid-length: the latter is more likely to be attempting a grow-out, and thus to try her darndest to do The Culturally Accepted Long Hair StylesTM where a lady who chose a much shorter look wouldn't care. If that makes sense? Because, indeed, some of the women with very short hair were not ill or postpartum: ladies could, and did, choose to eschew long locks back then. It wasn't very common, but it happened.

(Nicole Rudolph has an excellent video about localized short hair trends for ladies during the Victorian era.)

You see a lot of these bob-type looks in photographs where the hair is center-parted and either naturally curly or curled on purpose, around the mid-19th century:

(1850s or 60s)

(Author, feminist, and abolitionist Anna Elizabeth Dickinson- no relation to Emily that I know of, though Anna was also a queer female writer around the same era -c. 1860s. She wore her hair short all her life, so it was voluntary in this case.)

(Also 1860s.)

Pre-Raphaelite muse Fanny Eaton frequently appears to have chin-to-shoulder length hair, though given that she was Black with a corresponding hair texture, it's hard to tell what the actual length is- it may be long and looped up in the 1850s-60s styles popular when she was most commonly painted (most free Black women in England and the US wore styles also popular with white women, to the best of their abilities given that fashion plates assumed European-textured hair as the "norm"):

(Fanny Eaton, 1861. Also worth noting that we have no images of what her hair looked like when she wasn't posing for fantastical paintings.)

I've never actually seen an image of a Victorian woman with mid-length hair outside the context of theatrical or artistic images from the end of the century, now I think of it. Huh. It's a mystery, I suppose!

As for skirts, while in earlier periods children had basically worn miniature adult clothing, it became fashionable around the 1830s-40s to dress girls in short skirts and boys in short pants. The usual rule was knee-length until around age 10, then mid-calf-length until somewhere between 16 and 18 when skirts would be "let down" and the girl would start wearing her hair up, becoming a young adult in the eyes of society. (Contrary to popular belief, this had nothing to do with marriage- while you were theoretically eligible for it when you started dressing as an adult, girls/women younger than 20 were still often considered a bit too immature to marry. It wasn't forbidden, but many people thought it unwise. And yes, unmarried young women did still wear their hair up and their skirts long.)

...unless she preferred her hair short, which as you can see, was an option!

#ask #anon #victorian #hairstyles #fashion history #dress history #short hair

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notapradagurl7 · 2 months

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Take All Of Me.

Pairing: VAMPIRE!Unique x BLACK FEM!WITCH! READER.

Word Count: 4,629k

♡(Requested @naj-ay444 )♡

Summary: You were a young witch working with your aunt at an antique store in a small town where nothing strange happen, until your mom works late, you felt a presence. After arriving home safe and sound at night, you were all alone and he arrived unexpectedly.

Taglist: @keyera-jackson @satoruya @xblackreader @beenathembo @henneseyhoe @justhornyyme @sageispunk @roeroe-world @planetblaque @harmshake

A/N: I wish there were more fics about black vampires and dark-skinned women as the protagonist, however I will decide to write it myself, forget to like, comment and reblog. (comment if you want to be added to the taglist, 18+ only)

Warnings: praise, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, rough sex, mention of witchcraft, slight degradation, overstimulation, mention of blood, mention of d*ath, safe word, spanking, blood drinking, pet names, choking/breathplay, biting, nipple play, sadism/masochism, temperature play.

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The scent of rosemary and peppermint incense wafted through the air with the chime of a small brass bell ringing through the antique store, indicating that someone was coming into the store. You lifted your head to see your mother step into the store. You stood behind the desk in front of the cash register with your eyes roaming around the store, the brown shelves rested at the corner of the spacious room, the shelves were filled with small ancient vases and sage green coffee mugs. The four walls were painted in a light green hue.

It was a slow day in here when it was fewer people coming in, to be honest, you preferred it that way since your aunt owned the place, it meant you went home early and slept in all week or weekend long. Hell, you still got paid either way.

Your aunt Nicole was the owner of the antique store where you have been employed since your teenage years, and now you have reached adulthood.

You lived in a small town filled with a few black witches, you were a descendant of hoodoo culture that stemmed from your grandmother.

“Hey Mama, how are you?” you asked her, giving a warm smile as you carefully arranged a stack of books on the coffee table.

She greeted you with a warm smile and her eyes roamed the store and shifted back on you, “I’m good my sweet child, I see you've been hard at work again," she sang, her voice filled with pride.

"Yes, mom. Aunt Nicole needed some extra help today, so I offered to stay until I leave." you mused, yawning and strenched your limbs.

Nicole, your aunt and mentor, was a powerful witch herself. She had taught you everything you knew about magic and the mystical arts. The antique store was a place of business, but where they could share their knowledge and artifacts with those who sought them.

On the other hand, you've been feeling a presence specifically during the night, regardless of whoever or whatever it may be. Consequently, you had to approach your mom and inquire if she had any knowledge regarding the situation.

Your black locs were styled up in a bun, with two locs cascading gracefully over your shoulder. Your complexion was a rich, deeply melanin-enriched dark brown tone. You sported a black tee shirt paired with khaki dust-colored mini pants, plain white sneakers, and matching socks adorned your feet.

You moved around the desk, took your coat off the coat rack, and smoothly put it on your back, readying yourself to depart and lock up the store.

“Mom, I've been feeling a presence lately and I'm not sure who is it but it's calling out to me..” You admitted, your eyes fixed on her.

For one week, you feel a constant presence throughout the day, but the night arrives unexpectedly, like a clandestine intruder, an alluring and overpowering aura beckoned you.

Your mother responded to your confession by softly humming, causing her powers to awaken. She placed her hand gently on your forehead and closed her eyes, emitting a vibrant deep purple light from her palm. This light sent soothing vibrations throughout your body. After opening her eyes, she took a deep breath.

Your mom faced you with concern, she removed her hand away from your forehead. She knew exactly who you were talking about. You had to be warned.

"There is a presence trailing behind you Y/N, and I am well aware of his identity. He is none other than Unique, a powerful ruler of the vampire realm," she cautioned, her chin delicately cradled by her thumb and index finger.

"Mom, what do you mean he's coming for my blood?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "Why would he be interested in me?"

You've been told about Unique and the tales surrounding him, and although you've crossed paths multiple times, you've exchanged a few words. This moment was finally your opportunity to overcome him.

After she explained everything to you, you couldn't help but be a little worried. The words hung heavy in the air as your mother spoke. A vampire king? Unique?

The name sent shivers down your spine, both from fear and curiosity. You had heard stories of vampires, but you never thought you would encounter one, let alone have one come specifically for you.

You've read books, and seen movies but do they really exist? What was the rivalry between witches and vampires?

“My dear, you possess a power unlike any other. Your blood holds the key to unlocking immense magical abilities. It is said that a vampire who drinks the blood of a powerful witch can gain even greater strength and control over their own powers."

"So, Unique wants to...drink my blood?" you took a step back, still trying to process everything.

"Yes, but it's not just about bloodlust, for centuries, witches and vampires have been sworn enemies..” your mother explained, crossing her arms.

"There was a connection between vampires and witches, until it became a bond that goes beyond mere sustenance. If you allow him to drink from you willingly, it can be a mutually beneficial exchange. He will gain power and you will gain power as well."

The idea both intrigued and frightened you. You couldn't be with a vampire, but gaining power, was both alluring and dangerous. But you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that coursed through your veins.

"What should I do, Mom?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

"Protect yourself with your powers Y/N..” she reminded you, Your mother's expression softened, and she placed a hand on your cheek.

You nodded, taking in her words. This was a decision that would alter the course of your life forever. But deep down, you knew that you had to be ready, and the pull was becoming harder to resist. With a heavy heart, you bid your mother goodbye and closed the antique store for the night.

You knew that whatever choice you made, your mom would always be there for you.

"I'll protect myself, Mom," you said finally. "But for now, I need to focus on closing up the store."

However, the following night, your mother is working late and won't return home until the next day. Meanwhile, you are left on your own in the cozy house that you share with her. At this moment, you find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed in your personal bedroom.

You were wearing a simple gray tee shirt along with matching shorts, your locs pulled up in a bun while your eyes were glued to the television. However, you eventually sensed something, a recognizable presence.

A tingling sensation danced along your skin, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Your senses heightened, and you knew that something, or someone, extraordinary was about to enter your life.

"Shit! He's here.." you muttered under your breath, your voice trembling a bit.

Despite your efforts to conceal your fear, you relied on your abilities to protect yourself, hoping they would be sufficient to stand against Joey.

The lights and television started to flicker in an unpredictable manner in your bedroom. Your heart pounded fiercely, beads of sweat trickled down from your forehead. Why were you still trembling?

The crimson-red cumulus clouds floated elegantly through the small opening in the ceiling and settled in the corner of your room. As you observed, your attention focused on the crimson clouds slowly separating and revealing Unique standing in between them.

He approached you confidently, his eyes retaining their crimson-red glow as red clouds billowed around him and dispersed into nothingness with a snap of his fingers. A mischievous smile spread across his attractive face, revealing his gleaming white fangs.

"Don't worry, I'm not gon’ hurt you. I just want to talk to you Y/N…” He mused, his tongue ran across his lips.

He stared intensely into your soul with his menacing gaze, piercing through you with those demonic eyes. As his black boots echoed with heavy stomps on your brown hardwood floors, a blend of longing and unease flooded over you.

You felt a chilling sensation down your back as his gaze focused on you, and you were not meant to experience such emotions towards him. He was your adversary, and you were expected to harbor animosity towards him.

You swiftly rose from your bed, watching him as your brown irises transformed into a pale shade of pink while you gesticulated, generating a protective pink barrier surrounding you. “Stay back!” you commanded, your fists clenched tightly.

The sage-green curtains allowed the bright moonlight to filter into the room, casting a gentle glow on his richly pigmented complexion. His dark skin looked stunning, radiating a captivating beauty.

He was incredibly good-looking. How could someone with such a dangerous aura be so irresistibly attractive? Your mom did always said the cute ones can get you into fucked up.

You weren't fully aware that your blood was both rare and exquisite, and he desired much more than just a taste. He yearned for every aspect of your being.

Unique’s lips curled into a mischievous grin, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. His eyes ablaze with a hungry crimson glow settled on you. The tantalizing scent of your blood filled his senses, causing a subtle twitch in his manhood. With a flicker, his eyes returned to their ordinary deep brown hue.

"Quite impressive, Y/N," he purred, his voice velvety smooth.

"But your weak force field won't last for long against me." His voice, now an octave higher, dripped with confidence.

With a snap of his fingers, the force field surrounding you shimmered and vanished. Instinctively, you lifted your hand towards him, and a radiant burst of sunlight erupted from your palm. His hand gracefully swept over yours, stealing the sunlight as he clenched his fist tightly around it.

The once vibrant light diminished, crumbling to darkness within his grasp. Your eyes widened, a mixture of shock and disbelief coursing through your veins.

Wait? Wasn't the sunlight supposed to kill them? Why wasn't it working on him?

“Sunlight doesn't kill us, garlic doesn't do shit and we don't change into bats, sliver doesn't kill us either Y/N. Every move you have for me, I can stop it before you can even try..” he spat with venom, his step slow and deliberate toward you.

With your hands shining purple, you raised them high over your head and swiftly pushed a massive wave of purple energy in his direction.

Unique effortlessly deflected the wave of purple energy with a flick of his wrist, causing it to dissipate into thin air. His eyes locked onto yours, amusement and hunger within them.

"Is that all you've got, little witch?" he taunted, taking another step closer to you.

"You'll need to do better than that if you want to stand a chance against me."

Fear coursed through your veins, but you refused to let it consume you. You had been trained by your mother and aunt to harness your powers and protect yourself. You took a deep breath, channeling your inner strength.

Closing your eyes, you focused on the energy within you, feeling it surge through your veins like a raging river. You called upon the elements, summoning the power of fire, water, earth, and air to surround you.

The elements swirled around you, The intense heat of flames licked at the air, while water droplets floated gracefully in mid-air. Rocks and leaves danced around you, pushing every single element at him, As he moved his hand swiftly, the rocks grazed against your face, hitting your arm and at the same time, the rocks vanished alongside the water and flames. You winced in agony.

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. "I may be a little witch, but I'm not to be underestimated," you declared, your voice steady.

Unique's eyes widened in surprise, clearly impressed by your display of power. He circled around the forcefield, studying it with curiosity and admiration.

The elements vanished right before your very eyes, no longer in your clutch.

"Well, well, well," he chuckled, his voice laced with both intrigue and desire.

"You've piqued my interest, Y/N. It seems you're not as defenseless as I thought."

You held your ground, refusing to let his words intimidate you. "I won't let you kill me," you stated firmly.

"I don't want to kill you. I want you to be mine." he whispered, his voice filled with a dangerous edge.

“I know what you’re after, my blood. You want to suck me dry and leave me here to die as I turn to dust right Unique?” you asked, you took a look at your bruised palms.

By now, you were aware of his intentions - he simply craved to suck you dry until you couldn't breathe any longer. Until you were eroding away from existence, You were the vulnerable target, and he was the relentless hunter. You weren't stupid, you knew how this played out.

You plopped on the light green loveseat resting against the wall with your face resting in your hands, You felt blood trickle down your right cheek with the intense heat coursing through your arm, you hissed in pain and touched the bruise on your forearm.

Obviously, he was able to control himself completely

from the divine scent of your blood. He wouldn't bite you or taste you without your permission. Unique wasn't that cruel to mere mortals who roamed this planet.

Were you that powerless? Has all the training and dedication gone to waste in the battle? have you failed your ancestors from the heavens who looked down on you in utter disappointment? Perhaps they were discussing how your powers could've been more adequate. Would they lament at your abilities if they were here on earth?

Perhaps getting the new powers and strength from Unique could have been the solution, as he skillfully countered all of your best moves. So, what prevented you from taking advantage? It was your own pride.

The questions flowed into the depths of your mind, until you looked up at him as you absentmindedly patted the vacant spot beside you on the loveseat, inviting him over to sit with you. He strode across the room and plopped on the seat next to you, his brown eyes studying your saddened face.

“I'm not that cruel Y/N, I'm that way only for those who deserve it. I'm sure your ancestors are very proud of you.” He reassured, gently nudging your shoulder with his elbow.

“How can you be sure? You've blocked all my moves..”

“Come on girl, don't beat yourself up. I was very impressed by your power…”

“Do you truly want a relationship with me?” your eyes locked with his, making sure that there was sincerity in them.

“Of course I do but the choice is yours..” he replied, You pondered deeply on the choice, You took a deep breath, considering his words.

The decision weighed heavily on your shoulders, but deep down, you knew that you were drawn to him for a reason. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was something more.

"Alright, I’ll be yours then. Together, we will possess unimaginable power and we will always have each other," you whispered, resting your head on his strong shoulder.

"May I touch you?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Yes, you may," you replied, your heart racing with excitement.

"Your every desire is my command, princess," he said, his voice deepened. Gently, he lifted your chin, his eyes locked with yours.

As he held your chin between his thumb and index finger, he noticed a scratch on your face. "You have a mark on your pretty face, my love," he remarked.

Your cheeks flushed at his tender touch. "Can you heal it for me?" you inquired, your brown eyes fixed on his deep brown ones.

"Of course, beautiful. Just relax for me," he reassured you soothingly.

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the spot where the scratch marred your skin. His tongue delicately gliding across the wound, and a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout your body. A shiver ran down your spine, and a soft moan escaped your lips as he healed you. The yellow sparkles scattered on your rich ebony complexion, and Unique's plump lips savored the taste of your blood. He let out a low groan, intoxicated by the flavor filling his mouth.

A shiver ran down your spine as his touch sent waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn't deny the magnetic pull between the two of you, he gently pecked the bruise on your forearm as the dark purple wound faded away.

“Are you sure about this Y/N..”

“I’m sure, I trust you.”

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses on your deep ebony skin. The combination of his touch and the taste of your blood sent a rush of desire coursing through your veins.

You let out a gasp of pleasure as his sharp fangs grazed against your skin, teasingly close to piercing your flesh. Fueling your masochism with his bite, plunging his fangs into your neck as the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and yet, you found yourself craving more.

As he drank from you, you could feel your own power merging with his. The connection between you two grew stronger with each passing moment, until it felt as if you were one entity, bound together by an unbreakable bond. Your teeth sharpened quickly with your palm resting on the nape of his neck.

“I want you to tie me up and fuck me…”

Unique delicately released his hold on you, planting two quick kisses on the twin bite marks adorning your neck. He flashed a mischievous grin your way, his eyes sparkling with playful intent.

"Tell me, my sweet, how shall I bind you?" he inquired, his lips curling into a sly smile.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "I've always been curious about Shibari," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"But I don't want to be hanging from the ceiling. Instead, I want to be seated on your lap..." You trailed off, a nervous giggle escaping your lips as you bit down on them.

"As you wish, sweetheart. Let's explore this together," he purred, his eyes locking with yours.

Unique skillfully snapped his fingers, causing thin black ropes to appear in his hands while a mischievous smirk adorned his face. In response, both of you swiftly hurled off your clothes, flinging them carelessly onto the floor.

“Let me know if I'm hurtin' you or if it's too rough, I'll stop okay?” he reassured, He gently held your hand while planting a gentle kiss on your palm before kissing your lips.

“Okay..” you spoke softly, nodding your head at him.

“Do you have a safe word?”

“Orange…”

He delicately raised you and placed you on his lap, then flowed to attach the black ropes around your wrists and breasts, binding your hands behind your back. Meanwhile, he tenderly planted two kisses on your lips, all while his hands firmly grasped your hips and lifted you, ensuring you were facing him.

He hoisted you upwards to ensure that you faced him forward. Gradually, he lowered you onto his thick manhood, Unique hissed sharply and his eyes fluttered open, a low ‘fuck’ left his lips as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

“Fuck..Kadeem..” you moaned softly, the words escaping you, You move your hips gently against him, as his hands hold your hips and gradually guide you down to feel every inch. “You’re such a good girl Y/N..” he groaned in your ear, his praise gave you an intense thrill, he utterly filled you up. You started to vigorously bounce on him, feeling alternating waves of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. The ropes around you grew tighter as you let out increasingly inhumane moans.

He gently placed his hand on your hip while his other hand gently moved in circles over your breast, with his index finger and thumb giving a firm pull to your nipple. Meanwhile, his thumb continued to trace circles around your nipple. When he unleashed his powers, the temperature plummeted to its lowest point, coursing through his fingertips and causing your nipple to freeze from his icy caress.

“Ssss…fuck!” you hissed with pleasure, riding him faster and harder. They both desired each other intensely, but there was a newfound exhilaration in the control and satisfaction you felt. His hand delivered a firm smack on your ass while he watched your juices gush all over on his dick. He grunted deeply from your wet walls hugging tightly around his length as he pushed himself harder, Unique carried you to the bed and laid you on your back, sliding himself back into you.

His hand latched around your neck with the ropes around your frame tightening again, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Your moans echoed through the room. “Look at you wettin’ up my dick like a needy lil’ slut.” he whispers, his hips pushed roughly upwards, referring to your wetness flowing smoothly between your thighs while your juices flowed down to his balls. “Y-you’re so big..” you moaned softly, Once more, his grip tightened around your throat as his hand vigorously struck your ass, leaving fresh marks from his nails on your thick thighs and curvaceous hips.

With each rough thrust, the bed groaned in response, echoing the passion that filled the room. "I...I'm cumming." you managed to gasp between breaths, your voice shaking. He pushed his hips harder, driving you closer to the edge, and released his grip on your throat. His lips wrapped around your nipple, suckling your breasts selfishly yet filled with deep, unspoken love.

"Don't you fuckin’ cum until I say so," Unique groaned, his voice rumbling with dominance. His thumb circled your throbbing clit, boosting the pleasure that consumed you. The overwhelming stimulation pushed you to the brink, and you cried out with choked out sobs. The ropes that bound you added a thrilling sense of restraint to Unique's rough yet tender strokes.

"I won't, baby! Fuck!" you managed to slur, your words muffled by the overwhelming ecstasy that enveloped you. You were lost in a sea of pleasure. Drool escaped your lips as he planted his plump lips against yours, showering you with kisses until they were swollen. He hovered over you, his deep ebony skin slick of sweat glistening in the soft glow of the ceiling lights.

"Can you please untie me Nique?" you pleaded, your voice raspy with desire. A wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your body to tremble beneath him. With your new vampire powers, you were able to hold on to your climax. He couldn't get enough of you, he adorned every curve and roll along your body, he kissed every single one lovingly, you couldn't think straight but you wanted to touch him so badly, “Of course I can, beautiful..” he cooed, pecking your lips.

He began to untie the ropes, his touch sending shivers down your spine. each knot was undone and tossed the ropes across the bedroom floor, the tension in your body released, and left a few rope lines around your body.

“Come here…” you whispered, you reached out and pulled Unique towards you, your hands roaming over his muscular chest and down his back. He slid his dick between your wet, swollen folds, you shivered from your lover filling up again, the both of you groaned blissfully, he inhaled sharply, His skin was warm beneath your fingertips as he resumed his rough strokes, earning more of your unholy moans and you reveled in the sensation of his body against yours.

He gripped your arms tightly with his nails digging into the marks left by the thin rope, causing you immense pain, “ouu..shit! Shit!” you hissed with moans of pleasure, You winced in agony, stimulating his sadistic side which prompted a cunning grin and a moan. He planted kisses on your jawline, glancing at your fucked out face as he took pleasure in watching you.

“Your pretty pussy is callin’ out to me..” he grunted deeply, his thick wad of cum splattered into you, combining with your warm essence, creating a pool around his dick on the bed sheets. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room with each rough thrust.

Unique grunted and moaned deeply with intensity as the seamless motion of your slick walls hugging around his dick tightly, his tip kissing your cervix with bridled passion. your hands gripped his back tightly, resulting in crescent-shaped marks from your nails on his skin, while you screamed out in immense pleasure that echoed towards the heavens.

You almost went crazy as you whined softly and broke down in bliss beneath him, feeling knots tighten up in the depths of your gut. “I-i gotta cum! Please!” you begged with a sob, He comforted you by kissing your tears, but his thrusts became jagged. Your lips formed a pout and your eyebrows furrowed slightly, while he wiped your tears with his thumb and kissed your cheek twice. At the same time, his index finger gently rubbed your sensitive nub in circles again.

“You can cum baby girl..i'm right behind you..” he whispered, his voice filled with affection. The words sent a surge of pleasure through your body, and you let go, your juices splattered around his dick completely. Unique followed suit by pouring his thick warm cum into you, "Fuck..." he groaned lowly. he pushed every drop of his seed into you to make sure there wasn't a trickle out of your pussy, your bodies shook together with the heat rising between you.

The waves of pleasure gradually subsided, leaving you both breathless and spent. Unique collapsed beside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You turned to him, Tears rolled down your cheeks from pleasure and raw emotion as his thumb wiped your tears away. "You okay?" he asked softly, His face softened in concern.

“y-yeah, you wore me out baby..” you panted, nodding at him. snuggling closer to him with your head resting on his chest.

You were aware that your newfound existence as a vampire and witch was quite unusual, yet Unique was there by your side throughout the entire journey. You peacefully drifted into slumber, your eyelids gradually descended. He lovingly planted a tender kiss on your forehead, joining you in a tranquil sleep.

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This is a playlist I made for a fic I'm working on to explore an au post 3x09 where Klaus actually reacts to the MFG recruiting Mikael to try to kill him. And things go down hill for everyone from there.

This is definitely a dark (kinda toxic) version of Klonnie, but I like dark ships ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Let Me Crawl Inside Your Veins

I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Choke ~ "if I could burn this town, I wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die"

MILCK - Devil Devil ~ "to think I would ever settle for that devious dance between you and me"

Scissor Sisters - I Can’t Decide ~ "I can't decide whether you should live or die"

Melanie Martinez - Tag, You’re It ~ "little bit of poison in me, I can taste your skin in my teeth"

Shinedown - I Own You ~ "strip down, show me flesh and bone, cause now I own you"

Nicole Dollanganger - Dog Teeth ~ "you draw blood just to taste it, you hold bones just to break them"

Depeche Mode - Corrupt ~ "you'd be calling out my name, begging me to play my games"

Florence + The Machine - Seven Devils ~ "I've come to burn your kingdom down, and no fires and no lakes can put the fire out"

Sickick - Mind Games ~ "once I grip onto your mind and soul your brightness starts to dim"

Ellise - Nightmares ~ "so sick of thinking of all the things you need from me, who you think that I should be"

I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Bleed Magic ~ "to drain you, and bleed your magic out"

Blood Red Shoes - God Complex ~ "you left me high and you left me dry, then you fed me to the wolves"

Shayfer James - Villainous Thing ~ "cause youre a villainous thing, and I don't think anyone knows"

Digital Daggers - The Devil Within ~ "I'm gonna make you suffer, this hell you put me in, I'm underneath your skin, the devil within"

Muse - Undisclosed Desires ~ "I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart"

Valerie Broussard - A Little Wicked ~ "to that king I will bow, at least for now; one of these days a-comin', I'm gonna take that boy's crown"

Miike Snow - Genghis Khan ~ "but you can't be free, cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene"

Blue Foundation - Eyes on Fire ~ "and I'm not scared of your stolen power, see right through you any hour"

Rosenfeld - I Want To ~ "your on my mind, been there all night, I've been missing seeing my midnight queen"

renforshort - mind games ~ "taking up my headspace, sleeping in your brain, I swear this boy is deadly, he loves these silly games"

Air Traffic Controler - This Is Love ~ "you could kill me and you should, I'm an idiot for thinking this was anything but blood"

BANKS - Beggin For Thread ~ "strapped down to something that you don't understand, don't know what you were getting yourself into"

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You ~ "I hate everything about you, why do I love you?"

Halsey - Hold Me Down ~ "I sold my soul to a three-piece and he told me I was holy, he's got me down on both knees, but it's the devil that's tryna hold me down"

The Bravery - Hatef - - k ~ "I will show no mercy for you, you had no mercy for me, the only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly"

Florence + The Machine - Howl ~ "drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart, my fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in"

Troye Sivan - BITE ~ "you can coax the cold right out of me, drape me in your warmth"

Daughter - Landfill ~ "'cause this is torturous, electricity between both of us, and this is dangerous, 'cause I want you so much, but I hate your guts"

Super Pipo - I Wanna Be Your Slave ~ "I wanna make you quiet, I wanna make you nervous, I wanna set you free but I'm too fucking jealous"

girl in red - bad idea! ~ "you pushed me up against my wall, threw my clothes down on the floor, 'darling, are you ready for more?'"

Nine Inch Nails - Closer ~ "I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to God"

Halsey - Young God ~ "there's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs, and if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight"

SIAMES - The Wolf ~ "out of my head, of my heart and my mind, 'cause I can feel how your flesh now is crying out for more"

Lana Del Ray - Once Upon a Dream ~ "yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem, but if I know you, I know what you'll do, you'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream"

Dutch Melrose - RUNRUNRUN ~ "run for your life, gonna tear out your heart, it'll always be mine, oh, there she go losing my head, say you'll love me to death"

Melanie Martinez - Toxic ~ "with a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride, you're toxic, I'm slippin' under, with a taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?"

Aesthetic Perfection - Big Bad Wolf ~ "because, my dear, you look so good, you're good enough to eat, I'll never let you, once I have sunk in my teeth into you"

AURORA - A Dangerous Thing ~ "something about you is soft like an angel, and something inside you is violence and danger, I knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing"

Reignwolf - I Want You ~ "I get the feeling that you just don't understand, I'm crying wolf and I'll always be your man"

BANKS - Waiting Game ~ "what if the way we started made it something cursed from the start? what if it only gets colder? would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart?"

The Brobecks - If You Like It Or Not ~ "oh my girl, just give me a chance, I don't want to explain, I just want to dance on the graves, on the graves of every girl that I knew before you, they're all dead to me too"

Zella Day - Shadow Preachers ~ "I close my eyes, just close the door, you want a minute, I'll give you more, maybe I don't want you either, we're both unsettled, nighttime creatures"

Neon Trees - Your Surrender ~ "I got close to your skin while you were sleeping, I taste the salt on your hands, I reached out to touch you, the morning light disarms you, won't you let me in?"

Charli XCX - enemy ~ "you’re the only one who knows the way I’m really feelin’, now it’s really clear to me, you could do a little damage, you could cut me deeper, maybe you’re my enemy"

Sleeping At Last - Dark Horse ~ "So you wanna play with magic, girl you should know what youre falling for, baby do you dare to do this"

Billie Eilish - ocean eyes ~ "I'm scared, I've never fallen from quite this high, falling into your ocean eyes"

The Neighbourhood - A Little Death ~ "I want you to touch me there, make me feel like I'm breathing, feel like I'm human"

Of Monsters and Men - Silhouettes ~ "a thousand silhouettes dancing on my chest, no matter where I sleep, you are haunting me"

Hozier - NFWMB ~ "give your heart and soul to charity, 'cause the rest of you, the best of you, honey, belongs to me"

Melanie Martinez - Carousel ~ "and it's all fun and games 'til somebody falls in love, but you already bought a ticket and there's no turning back now"

Muse - I Belong to You ~ "How much pain has cracked your soul? How much love would make you whole? You're my guiding lightning strike"

Billie Eilish - hostage ~ "let me crawl inside your veins, I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain, it's not like me to be so mean, you're all I wanted, just let me hold you like a hostage"

BOBI ANDONOV, Son Lux - Smoke - Son Lux Remix ~ "now you got me where you want me cause I'm on the ropes, baby, don't make me rush, 'cause I only wanna save you slow and breathe you in like smoke"

Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams ~ "Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down, he's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well"

The Civil Wars - Poison and Wine ~ "oh, your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine, you think your dreams are the same as mine, oh, I don't love you, but I always will"

Stateless - Bloodstream ~ "I think I might've inhaled you, I could feel you behind my eyes, you've gotten into my bloodstream, I could feel you flowing in me"

Beyoncé - Crazy In Love - Remix ~ "it's the way that you know what I thought I knew, it's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you, but I still don't understand just how your love can do what no one else can"

Måneskin - FOR YOUR LOVE ~ "I wanna be a good man and see you smile, and I wanna swim between your thighs, I wanna fuck you 'til you scream and cry, I wanna hold you in my arms tonight"

Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love ~ "The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out, you've left me in the dark, no dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart"

Fall Out Boy - The Last Of The Real Ones ~ "I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you, my head is stripped just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times, when I think of you"

Paris Paloma - the fruits ~ "As you eat it up whole, my body and my blood, you've claimed it now, so come drink up"

Tamino - Persephone ~ "indeed, it's wrong to keep you near me, one could call me cruel and deceiving, but in your sacred air I am full of light, your loving arms are the true delight"

Halsey - Graveyard ~ "it's funny how the warning signs can feel like they're butterflies, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper, I won't stop 'til I get where you are"

Tom Odell - Can’t Pretend ~ "oh, feel our bodies grow, and our souls they play, yeah love I hope you know how much my heart depends"

Lana Del Ray - Dark Paradise ~ "every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise, no one compares to you, I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side"

Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? ~ "satisfaction feels like a distant memory, and I can't help myself, all I wanna ever say is, 'Are you mine?'"

Avril Lavigne - I Fell In Love With The Devil ~ "got me playin' with fire, baby, hand me the lighter, tastes just like danger, chaotic anger"

Hozier - Sunlight ~ "I had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight, oh, your love is sunlight"

Fleurie - Love and War ~ "broken pieces of the night, sing like hollow lullabies, you and I, always in disguises; lover, hunter, friend and enemy, you will always be every one of these"

Tamer - Beautiful Crime ~ "take what you need, say your goodbyes, I gave you everything and it's a beautiful crime"

The Crane Wives - Pretty Little Things ~ "but trust is now something I make people earn, so I'm not inclined to just give it away to a pair of blue eyes with some nice things to say"

alt-J - Breezeblocks ~ "please don't go, I'll eat you whole, I love you so, I love you so, I love you so"

Billie Eilish - Bored ~ "givin' you what you're beggin' for, givin' you what you say I need, I don't want any settled scores, I just want you to set me free"

Steve Lacy - Dark Red ~ "why I feel this way, I don't know, baby I think of her so much, it drives me crazy, I just don't want her to leave me"

Melanie Martinez - EVIL ~ "took me way too long to put this to bed, lovin' you was lethal, guess that makes me evil"

Set It Off - The Haunting ~ "no one will love you like I did, will touch you like I did, so good luck finding something better"

Olivia Rodrigo - Can’t Catch Me Now ~ "I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground, you'll see my face in every place, but you can't catch me now"

Ramin Karimloo - You’ll Be Back ~ "when you're gone, I'll go mad, so don't throw away this thing we had, 'cause when push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love"

Taylor Swift - my tears ricochet ~ "and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home, and you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones"

Arctic Monkeys - 505 ~ "when you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked"

Olivia Rodrigo - vampire ~ "I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes, six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise, I loved you truly, gotta laugh at the stupidity"

Taylor Swift, Bon Iver - exile~ "we always walked a very thin line, you didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out), you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)"

The Neighbourhood - Baby Came Home ~ "baby just came back around, told me she's leaving this town, said she needs time to explore, she said I can't love her no more"

Taylor Swift - Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve ~ "I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep, the wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign, I regret you all the time"

The xx - Fiction ~ "were we torn apart by the break of day? you're more than I can believe would ever come my way"

Paramore - Interlude: I’m Not Angry Anymore ~ "I'm not angry anymore, well, sometimes I am, I don't think badly of you, well, sometimes I do"

Black Math - Flesh and Bone ~ "this bleeding heart that's in my hands, I fell apart, I walk alone, beside myself, nowhere to go, my flesh and bone"

Penelope Scott - Feel Better ~ "of course I don't wanna feel better! can you fucking imagine?! no one's ever gonna love me like that again, I don't wanna get over it, I wanna rip the stars to shreds"

Coldplay - The Scientist ~ "come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are, I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart"

Florence + The Machine - Shake It Out ~ "and it's hard to dance with the devil on your back, and given half the chance would I take any of it back? it's a fine romance, but it's left me so undone, it's always darkest before the dawn"

#klonnie #Tvd #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson #bonnie bennett #klaus x bonnie #playlist #Spotify

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pod-together · 19 days

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Pod-Together Day 8 Reveals 2024

A gradual decline into disorder [text, audio] (Criminal Minds (US TV), Inception (2010)) written by asuralucier, performed by peasina Summary: Whenever Reid has a near-death experience, his older brother shows up to cook him dinner, and they don’t talk about it. (After the events of “Entropy”, Reid receives a visitor.)

sing this one song (to the world) (陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written by coffee_and_cardamom, performed by Gavilan Summary: There is a curse sitting in Lán Wàngjī’s bones, and a flute in her ears.

A hymn to a mother scorned (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) written by GwenAChan, performed by hiddendruid, itallcomesbacktoandreil, BubblesKat, and mahons_ondine Summary: This is a familiar story, told in an even more familiar world. The story of a girl torn from her mother’s arms, and how that woman turned her fury to the world. A hymn to Demeter, through a new lens.

world with purple skies (mulberry down!! - Nicole Kornher-Stace) written by Koschei_B and Rosemarycat5, performed by Koschei_B and Rosemarycat5 Summary: Scenes from the Exiled One and the Other from the dream world with purple skies musing on temporary death and strange yet accommodating worlds.

Now you are in my Power, to Slay or Spare as I will! (Merlin (TV)) written by mdzjodrt, performed by Penndragon27 Summary: Canon divergent from s02e03 where Merlin decides to admit to Morgana that she does have magic and he reveals his magic to her along with Gwen and Arthur finding out as well.

you are the one (I have been waiting for) [text, audio] (9-1-1 (TV)) written by OfTheDirewolves, performed by Matriaya

keep the earth below my feet (for all my sweat, my blood runs weak) (Good Omens (TV)) written by shadoweddepths, performed by elle_dubs Summary: “A-Aziraphale,” Crowley stutters, a bit helplessly. He looks – lost. Like he doesn’t know what to do, or say, or think. So Aziraphale makes the decision. He steps forward, reaches out with his hands. Places them both on Crowley’s shoulders before he can step back again. Underneath his touch, the demon freezes. He’s so still, so unmoving, that Aziraphale is certain he’s even stopped breathing again. Has he gotten it wrong? He was so sure, after what happened at the wedding – but Crowley is frozen beneath his touch, and Aziraphale doesn’t know what to do. But then – it’s like a dam breaking. Like it’s too much, all at once. Crowley crumples forward. Collapses into Aziraphale’s arms, all the strength gone out of his limbs. His arms end up slung across Aziraphale’s shoulders, hands locked together behind Aziraphale’s head. There’s no – he doesn’t make a sound, but the raw agony on his face, the sheer openness of it, says more than words ever could. “I’ve got you,” Aziraphale says, now sounding a bit helpless himself. “You’re alright, Crowley.” (When Crowley returns from his laudanum-induced trip to Hell, Aziraphale helps pick up the pieces.)

After the Crash [text, audio] (Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)) written by shadowsong26, performed by mangotart_reads Summary: When a small disaster hits the Lower Ring, it brings someone unexpected back into Zuko’s life.

The Fic/Pod at the End of the Universe (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Radio)) written by SweetPollyOliver, performed by semperfiona, 42donotpanic, elle_dubs, SweetPollyOliver, KitKaos, pezzax, and wilfriede0815 Summary: In which our heroes arrive at an alien world who are quite convinced that Arthur Dent is the fabled saviour of their homeworld and Arthur is very embarrassed about how many towels Ford is stealing from the temple they're being accomodated in, in addition to all the general adulation being heaped on his head.

While the tide is low (One Piece (Anime & Manga)) written by Whalen, performed by Cricketbones Summary: There was a strange tightness in her chest when Vivi’s eyes fell on her in the almost-darkness, with the smell of her home around her and the sky melting into the sea. It was all too easy to imagine they were sitting among different trees on an island so very far away. Maybe that’s what led her to keep talking past the pleasantries. Maybe that’s why she told her about her mom and her sister and an old man she never called dad but wished she had.

#podfic #fanfic #criminal minds #inception #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #ancient greek mythology #mulberry down!!#bbc merlin #9 1 1 #good omens tv #avatar the last airbender #the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy #one piece

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okay-j-hannah · 2 years

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Soft And Pretty

Harry Potter : Drabble

Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 326

Warnings: just something short and sweet 🥰

Request: “Ron Weasley imagine, please - Both pulling each other into the kiss + Tracing the other’s lip after kissing them because those are the softest lips you know and you kissed those lips” Anon

A/N: Ron loves coming home to some sweet kisses

(Y/N) was sitting on the couch, snug into the cushions. With her legs crossed, one of her feet bounced in the air. Her wand was stuck behind her ear, keeping hair from falling into her line of vision.

She was perusing the Witch Weekly and reading a rather interesting article on common side effects of expired potions.

That was until she was interrupted by freckled hands. Long fingers pulled at the magazine, tossing it aside.

“Hello,” Ron said, pushing her leg over until both feet were planted on the ground.

She smiled, “Hi.” She took the wand from behind her ear and dropped it to the floor. “How was quidditch?”

“Brilliant,” he said, kneeling between her legs, “Made a few spectacular saves.”

“As always,” she mused, leaning forward as his hands found her thighs.

He held them tightly, “How has your morning been?”

“I’ve missed you,” she said, getting closer to him, “You’ve been away for so long.”

He laughed, leaning over her and pressing her into the couch. “I’ve only been gone a couple hours.”

“A couple hours more than I like,” (Y/N) replied, brushing noses with him.

Ron let go of her legs and opted to place his hands on her waist, supporting himself from putting his full weight on her.

“Well, we have the rest of the day,” he said, moving his gaze to her lips, “All to ourselves.” He captured her lips with his, hot and eager.

She groaned her approval, threading her fingers into his hair, ensuring he didn’t go anywhere. She kissed him back, again and again. She could feel a smile grow wider on his face.

“So pretty,” she whispered, pulling away to look at him. A few of her fingers went to trace his lips, “So soft.”

Ron leaned into her touch, feeling sweet and vulnerable. He kissed her fingertips as they lined his lips. “I don’t deserve you.”

Her reply was to kiss him long and fierce.

~~~

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 1 year

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Heartwork- E.M. Pt. 3

You and Eddie go out to dinner at the diner.

1 - 2 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - Epilogue

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, innuendo

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 1,711

(Gif not mine, Credit to owner!)

You nod as you all walk out of the theater, having been the only one to see it before, you were the only one prepared for the complete mind-fuck in store. The three men with you walk out dazed, eyes glossed over as they digest the movie.

“That was awesome,” Dustin muses as the four of you walk toward the front. You simply nod again.

“I know. It’s genius,” You state.

“New favorite movie, for sure,” Eddie comments.

“I told you it was great! It’s an instant classic.”

“I mean, Anthony Hopkins… He’s just…”

“Fucking fantastic, is what he is!” Gareth exclaims. “And Buffalo Bill!”

“It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again!” Dustin imitates, making you all laugh as you push through the front doors.

“Hey, we’re gonna go to the diner to get some food, you guys wanna come?” Eddie offers.

“Nah, I’ve got work early in the morning, thanks though,” Dustin says.

“Yeah, and I’ve gotta get home to Nicole. Maybe next time?”

“Yeah, for sure! Here, take my number and we can schedule a lunch together!” You hand both Gareth and Dustin card from your purse and bid them all goodbye, then you turn to Eddie.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there?” Eddie nods.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” You hug, even though you’re not saying goodbye, and you laugh as you pull away.

“See you in a few.” You walk to your car and get in the driver’s seat, backing out of the space and pulling out of the lot. You see Eddie’s car pull in the parking lot for the diner just before you do, and you pull into the space next to him and get out to go inside to meet him.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here.” You laugh, pulling Eddie’s attention to you. He smiles, hands in his pockets as he turns to you.

“Yeah, it’s like we planned it or something!” He takes a step towards you, that sweet, goofy smile you’ve always adored dancing on his lips. “You ready to sit?” He motions with his head to a booth in the corner. The usual booth that the three of you always used to sit at. You nod, remembering all of the good times this place held with a smile as you walk over and sit down across from each other.

A couple of minutes later, a waitress comes over to greet you. “Hi guys, I’m Tina. Can I get you started with something to drink?” She looks a bit younger than you two, maybe still in high school.

“Yeah, I’ll have a coke, please,” Eddie says, looking up from the menu. The waitress writes it on her pad and looks to you.

“I’ll just have a water,” She nods and writes again.

“Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?” You and Eddie look to each other, when you see Eddie shrug slightly, you turn back to Tina.

“Just a couple minutes please,” She gives a tired smile as she nods again and turns to go get your drinks. The next couple of seconds are silent as you and Eddie look over your menus.

“Wanna split some cheese fries?” Eddie asks, an eyebrow quirked playfully as if getting cheese fries was a risky activity. You chuckle and contemplate, lips pressing together as you hum in thought.

“That sounds good…” You begin as you narrow your eyes devilishly. “But you know what could be better?” You lean in slightly.

“What could be better than cheese fries?” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Chili cheese fries!” You exclaim. Eddie nods solemnly.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason!” You reach across the table to smack Eddie with the menu lightly, both of you laughing.

“I thought you said I was your best friend!” You feign hurt across your face, only thinly veiling the ever-growing smile you wear.

“Yeah! Because who else would condone eating cheese fries at 10:30 at night?!” Eddie rolls his eyes like it’s obvious. You’ve missed this. You didn’t have many friends in Chicago. Most of the people you had classes with were stuffy, uppity people from rich families. You never vibed with those sorts of people. You’ve always preferred the outcasts, having been one yourself in most of your formative years. You had a couple of casual friends, but nothing comparing to the deep bond you share with Eddie, and what you once shared with Y/BFF/N.

Tina comes back as your laughter wanes, a light smile on her face, probably amused by the antics between you and Eddie. “Alright, are we ready to order now?” You turn to her and nod, glancing back at the menu for the name of the burger you’re wanting.

“I think I’m gonna do the Bacon Cheeseburger Royale, with no tomato, please, and we’re gonna split an order of chili cheese fries.”

“Okay, great choice. And for you, sir?” She turns to Eddie.

“I’ll do the Grilled Chicken Sandwich, and I’d also like bacon on mine, please.” Eddie grabs both of your menus to hand back to the waitress.

“Alright, and will that be on one check?”

“Yes!” You interject as Eddie begins answering. “I’ll take it.” Tina nods and turns to go put in your orders.

“You don’t have to buy me dinner!” Eddie says. You roll your eyes exaggeratedly.

“You didn’t have to buy my movie ticket! You can get dinner next time, okay?” You reason, smiling at Eddie across the table. He shakes his head lightly, but gives it up.

“Alright, deal.” You shake on it and keep talking until the food comes, the conversation never slowing as you laugh together.

“Oh, do you remember Steve?” Eddie asks, stuffing his mouth with a couple of fries. You roll your eyes up, thinking, until his picture pops into your head.

“Harrington? Yeah, what about him?”

“I talk to him every once in a while. He just got his degree in Education. Guess where he works now!” You think back on Steve, not the most studious person, you recall, but a nice enough guy. You mainly remember how attractive you and the whole of Hawkins thought he was. Man, he’s gonna have a rough time with his female students.

“Hawkins High, I’m guessing? Jesus... Doesn’t that man have enough ego without being fawned over by a bunch of hormonal teenagers?” You chuckle at the thought, cheerleaders asking for special “extra credit” when they fall behind in his class. Poor guy, he’s gonna have to bathe in hand sanitizer just to keep the creepy off.

“Yeah, but he seems to really like it. At least the kids listen to him for the most part. God knows that all of high school is a popularity contest. I guess it’s true even for the teachers.” Eddie says.

“I suppose so. I heard from my parents that the Wheeler girl... Nancy, right? I heard she’s working for NBC now. My parents are friends with her parents.”

“Yeah, and Mike, her brother, you remember him? He’s at CalTech. Sends me a postcard every once in a while. He was a little shit in high school but he and that girl he’s with seem to be happy.” You think back and remember the girl vaguely. You only ever saw her once or twice but Mike never seemed to stop talking about her.

“Isn’t she his cousin or something?” You squint your eyes, trying to remember as Eddie laughs out loud across from you.

“Fuck no! That was just a rumor going around for a while before everyone believed he had a girlfriend!” You chuckle now, slightly embarrassed at the false memory.

“Oh, oops!” Eddie laughs harder as a bubble of laughter bursts from your mouth to accompany his and as you inhale, you snort a bit, which makes Eddie, and then you, laugh even harder. You’re practically in tears by the time the food’s gone, stomachs tense, face aching from all the fun you’re having.

The bill gets brought out, and after you pay, you and Eddie walk out to the parking lot together, still joking about everything under the sun. He walks you to your car, and you turn to him, wrapping your arms around his slender frame in a hug. “This was so much fun. Thanks for inviting me out,” Eddie reciprocates, bringing his arms around you and squeezing, laying his cheek on the top of your head.

“Don’t mention it. Now that you’re back, I’m gonna be dragging you out to everything!” He jokes. “You’re gonna get sick of seeing me.” You scrunch your nose and shake your head as you part.

“I’ll never get sick of seeing you, Munson. You’re probably the best thing about this place.” You confess, smiling sweetly. Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically and you almost swear you see a tinge of pink sweep across his cheeks as he smiles.

“Nah, no way. You might be, though.” He leans in for another quick hug, and you get a shock as you feel his lips press briefly to your cheek. It’s not the first time he’s kissed you in this friendly fashion, but it feels different all the same. Maybe it’s just because it’s been so long. Still, the warmth of his lips on your face for that brief moment makes your heart skip an unexpected beat. “Alright, I’ll let you go now,” he says, smiling out of the corner of his mouth. You nod, trying to calm the beating in your chest as you say your goodbyes.

“Okay. I’ll see you Saturday at my parents’ though, right?” He nods as he remembers.

“Yeah, definitely. I will be there.”

“Okay then, goodnight. I’ll see you soon.” You start to turn to get into your car.

“Yeah, see you soon. Goodnight, Y/N.”

With that, you get in and close the door, sticking the key in the ignition. You can still feel the spot Eddie kissed, and you let out a deep breath. “Well, that’s new,” You mutter to yourself, putting the car in reverse. It’s nothing, you think. You just didn’t expect it. It doesn’t mean anything. You keep trying to convince yourself as you drive home for the night.

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hubofhellfire · 2 months

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Talking about blogs , or the downsizing of them .

I posted a poll a bit ago inquiring about whether I transition this hub blog into a single multimuse blog . . . the response has definitely proven to be interesting ! And I wanted to take the time to talk about my thought process and where I plan on going . . . for those that care to read this essay that's about to come:

Originally , this blog was going to be a multimuse blog , featuring . . . I think at the time I had like 25 muses in mind ? At the time I got cold feet , feeling as though that would be too many muses pulling for my attention and not enough time to give them all love . . . but then I ended up making like 30 sideblogs for this hub blog , so in reality I ended up at the same destination by just taking a different path .

I started the hub blog idea off the basis of utilizing the 10 carrds that I had , as well as giving people more freedom on which muses they wanted to be exposed to while also opting to choose if they wanted to follow the main blog for my ooc ramblings . . . and while this works to a degree , I also do think it potentially confuses a lot of people . . . especially when it comes to those that have their settings geared towards interactions only being with mutuals .

I think there are merits to both formats , and while I have trauma with trying multimuse blogs in the past . . . surely the third time around would stick the landing ? Right ?

That question has led me to decide to go ahead an slowly transition this main hub blog into a single multimuse blog . . . with some caveats .

What caveats ? Let's talk about them.

@spcrklefingers already has a well established footing , with multiple writing partners attached to it and several threads being discussed . It is for these reasons it will stick as a sideblog to the main multimuse blog . No ships , threads , mains , or exclusives will be discarded ; it'll be as though it is business as per usual .

@changedfate is the newest child to the hub , so it has yet to get a real footing . . . however given the nature of it being centered around a Disney character and Disney IPs ? I think it best to keep it distanced away from the transition . . . meaning that it will also stay as its own single muse sideblog .

So which sideblogs will be condensed into the "Sacred Multimuse Blog" ?

Great question . . .

@cunningvolt , @tealsteel , @signalsearched , and @pcrplelightning will be condensed from sideblogs into the main multi . Let's go over some reasons why.

Anby's blog was going to be condensed into the ZZZ multimuse anyway , and since it makes no since to have a multimuse blog be a sideblog to another multimuse blog ? The ZZZ multimuse blog shall be condensed into the main multi blog . . . albeit with some of the roster being lost in the process .

Which members of the roster ?

Miyabi , Koleda , Nicole , Soldier 11 , Ellen Joe and Grace will all be sealed away in the Destined Vault ™️

This means that along with Anby , Zhu Yuan , and Lucy will make the transition .

Reina's blog is interesting , as I am the only Reina in the Tekken RP space . . . so giving up that branding seems like a major L , but if I am going to throw another Tekken muse on the multi . . . Reina might as well make the jump as well . Hence her sideblog will be dusted .

Ezreal's blog is great branding , but I think it's also tarnished given several missteps and bridges burnt because of said missteps . . . so consolidating him onto the multi is the way moving forward . . . he's too special to give up entirely .

The branding of this main blog (the hubofhellfire name) will stay , the only things that will change being a new carrd and new promo post to coincide with the format change . . . everything else stays the same : all previously discussed threads , ships , memes , plots , etc . all stick around . . . just moved onto a place more easily accessible to all .

I am currently in the process of making all the new assets for this transition (promo pic/post & carrd) and hope to have at least a barebones version of the carrd ready sometime next week; until that time I will continue with things as normal on sideblogs .

If you have any questions or concerns regarding this update , please do not hesitate to reach out privately and ask ! I love and appreciate each and every person that follows this blog and wouldn't be here in this space without you !

Thanks so much for taking the time to read ! ! !

Much love & Keep moving forward ,

Destined

#this was a LONG post but I hope that its concise enough!#don't hesitate to reach out with any questions or concerns!

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bratshaws · 9 months

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through the hourglass 318. brb x oc

a/n: uwu pls work(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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It’s been a while since she visited Marcus, actually a few months. She knew he was busy with his new collection -’ a fashion designer never sleeps,darling’ - and she was busy with…life. But now she feels a bit better, a few days have passed since she slept at her parents and had the conversation with Rooster.

So she felt better.

One sunny afternoon, with the kids in tow, she decided to pay a visit to Marcus's studio. As she approached the trendy building that housed Marcus's atelier, the bustling energy of the city surrounded her, a stark contrast to the stormy night that seemed like ages ago.

Entering the studio, the air was alive with the hum of creativity and Eurythmics blasting - quietly- all over the area. Bolts of fabric in vibrant hues adorned the walls, sketches and designs scattered across worktables, and the rhythmic clatter of sewing machines echoed through the space. Marcus, surrounded by his team of talented artisans, looked up from his work with a bright smile.

"Bea, darling! You're a sight for sore eyes," Marcus exclaimed, abandoning his current project to embrace her. The kids, wide-eyed at the vibrant surroundings, took in the colorful array of fabrics and the artistic chaos of the studio.

Beatrice laughed, the sound echoing through the atelier. "Marcus, it's been too long! How's the new collection coming along?"

Marcus beamed with pride, gesturing towards the array of designs. "Oh, darling, you're in for a treat. This collection is my masterpiece, a symphony of colors and textures. You have to see it."

“I hope you don’t mind I brought the kids…”

Marcus waved off Beatrice's concern with a flourish. "Mind? Darling, I adore having the little ones around. They're like tiny muses inspiring my creative genius. Come, come, let me show you around."

With that, Marcus led Beatrice and her kids through the studio.. The kids, wide-eyed and fascinated, watched as designers sketched, seamstresses meticulously sewed, and the entire space buzzed with energy, “Now this,” he gestures to a long dress on a mannequin, “Will be the main focus of the collection.”

"Marcus, this is incredible," Beatrice exclaimed, genuinely impressed. "Did you stone it by yourself?”

Marcus chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, darling, you know me too well. Yes, I stoned it myself. Late nights, endless cups of coffee, and a sprinkle of creative madness. It's my labor of love."

Beatrice admired the intricate details of the dress, the stones catching the light . "It's stunning, Marcus.Like always."

“Oh you’ll make me blush, come come, I have a few pieces for your tiny trio.” cue Nicole babbling excitedly while Bea pushed the double stroller, “Also,darling, you can keep them in the baby room I made just for you.”

“Oh,I know,Marcus.”

Beatrice followed Marcus to a cozy corner of the studio, a room filled with whimsical patterns and soft fabrics. The baby room, as Marcus had affectionately called it, was a haven of pastel colors and plush toys. Nicole's eyes widened in delight as she spotted a collection of stuffed animals, letting go of her mother’s hand to dive right into the pile while Gavin and Aurora curiously explored the room with their eyes.

"Marcus, this is incredible. You didn't have to go through all this trouble," Beatrice said, touched by her friend's thoughtful gesture.

"Nonsense, darling! It's my pleasure. Every time you visit, I want you and the little ones to feel at home. Now, let's get those treasures of yours situated, and we can catch up properly."

As Marcus helped arrange the kids in the cozy space he had created for them, Beatrice couldn't help but marvel at the genuine warmth and care he poured into every detail. Amazing that this friendship happened because of…well,fate.

Once the kids were settled, Marcus ushered Beatrice into a more private area of the studio, away from the creative whirlwind. They settled into a plush sofa, surrounded by swatches of fabric and sketches "So, darling, spill the tea. What brings you to my humble abode today?" Marcus asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Beatrice took a deep breath, chuckling softly, “Boy…where to begin.” she whispers “It’s been a lot.”

Marcus listened intently as Beatrice began to share the events that had unfolded in her life recently.Marcus's expressive face mirrored a range of emotions – concern, surprise, and a touch of intrigue.

Okay maybe a lot of intrigue.

"My dear Bea," Marcus finally said, his voice filled with softness, "you're facing quite the tempest. Tell me, how can I be of help in this storm of yours?"

Beatrice leaned back against the plush sofa, appreciating the genuine concern in Marcus's eyes. "Marcus, I appreciate it but…I’m fine,I’m better than before,honestly.”

Marcus reached out, squeezing Beatrice's hand reassuringly. "Darling, you are sure?”

“I am.”

Marcus nodded thoughtfully. "Well,I’ll have you know that I am very good reading people,it’s part of my job to know how they feel,after all."

"Yes, you do have that talent, Marcus. It's one of the many things I admire about you."

"Oh, darling, you flatter me. But seriously, I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

The levity in Marcus's words lightened the mood, and Beatric’s smile widened. "Thank you, Marcus. "

"Now, my dear, enough about storms and tempests. Let's talk about something that brings joy to your heart. Dressing you up!”

"Dressing me up? Well, but, the kids—."

Marcus chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, my darling, I have a surprise for the little trio as well. But first, let's focus on you. I've been working on something special, just for you."

“Again? Marcus–”

With that, Marcus disappeared into the depths of his studio, leaving Beatrice curious and slightly bewildered. She couldn't help but wonder what fashionable creation he had in store. Moments later, Marcus returned, holding a garment bag "Ta-da!" Marcus exclaimed, presenting the bag with a flourish. "This, my dear, is a gift from me,to you. Open it, and let me know what you think."

Beatrice took the bag,curiosity coursing through her. As she unzipped it, she revealed a stunning ensemble – a tailored jacket with intricate embroidery that depicted a field of lavender.

Oh she was about to cry.

Beatrice's breath caught as she delicately ran her fingers over the embroidered lavender. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and the vibrant colors seemed to come alive under the studio lights. She couldn't help but be moved by the thoughtful gift from Marcus.

"Marcus, this is... breathtaking," she murmured, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I don't even have words. How did you...?"

"Darling, a magician never reveals his secrets," Marcus teased with a twinkle in his eye. "But seriously, I wanted to create something that reflects your beauty. Lavender, in the language of flowers, symbolizes calmness and grace. You embody both, my dear Bea."

Beatrice was touched, a mixture of gratitude and awe filling her heart. She stood, slipping into the jacket, and it fit her like a second skin. The intricate details seemed to tell a story of resilience and beauty, much like the woman wearing it.

"Oh, Marcus, it's perfect," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I'm delighted you love it, darling. Now, let's not keep the kids waiting. I have surprises for them as well," Marcus declared, leading Beatrice back to the baby room.

The kids, still engrossed in the plush haven Marcus had created for them, looked up with wide eyes as Beatrice entered, adorned in the stunning lavender jacket. Nicole, squealed in delight, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Mama pretty!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"Now, for my tiny muses," Marcus announced, producing three miniature versions of the lavender-themed ensemble. Beatrice gasped, her heart swelling at the adorable sight. Marcus handed the tiny garments to the kids, who couldn't contain their excitement.

"Oh, Marcus, you've outdone yourself," Beatrice marveled, watching as her children eagerly tried on their matching outfits. Well,Nicole did,Gavin and Aurora were fast asleep.

She approached him, a tender smile on her lips. "Marcus, I can't thank you enough for this. The jacket, the matching outfits for the kids—it's beyond anything I could have imagined."

"Darling Bea, seeing you and the little ones happy is all the thanks I need," Marcus replied, sincerity lacing his words. "Besides you and I know that Bradley will love to see you wearing that."

She smiles more,rubbing her wedding ring, “..yeah.” she hopes he was okay.

Trying to find information about Mark was complicated.

But not hard.

Rooster had the basics, the bottom of a cup with the information he gathered but…it was enough to get Cyclone’s attention.

Now he had to figure out how to proceed.

Rooster sat in his office, the dim glow of the desk lamp cast shadows on the walls as he studied the limited information he had on Mark.

With a sigh, Rooster glanced at the clock. The early morning hours had a stillness to them, a quietness that neared unnerving. He decided to take a short break and stepped out onto the hallway. The fresh air hit him, a mix of ocean breeze and the lingering scent of rain.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he retrieved it to find a message from Beatrice.

Bea (13:30)

Hey, Rooster. Look what Marcus gave me! Isn’t it pretty?

Rooster couldn't help but smile at Beatrice's message. It was a welcome distraction from the weight of the ongoing investigation. He clicked on the attached image and found the picture was of herself wearing a…lavender blazer?

And he assumed the colorful blur behind her was Nicole,obviously.

Roos (13:35)

Stylish as always, Gorgeous.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the office door. McAllister appeared, stood in the doorway with a folder in hand. "Sir, got some updates on those modifications you were looking into," he said, his tone serious.

Rooster gestured for him to enter. "What did you find?"

McAllister began explaining, "The modifications on Mark's jet were more extensive than initially thought, sir. It goes beyond just upgrading communication systems. The entire avionics suite has been overhauled, with a focus on enhancing data processing speed and connectivity."

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would Mark need such extensive modifications?“

McAllister continued, "That's not all, sir. The modifications include an experimental software patch that seems to integrate advanced tracking algorithms. It's designed to improve navigation precision and, well, tracking capabilities. I've never seen anything like it, and it's not standard Navy issue."

Rooster's mind raced as he absorbed the implications. "Tracking capabilities? That goes beyond standard avionics upgrades. What's the purpose of this? And who authorized it?"

McAllister hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There's no official authorization on record, sir. It's all off the books. The technicians involved were instructed to keep it quiet. I managed to find one who was willing to talk anonymously. According to him, Mark was adamant about avoiding any trace of these modifications."

Rooster rubbed his temples, the weight of the situation pressing on him. "This is highly irregular, McAllister. We need to find out why Mark was implementing such significant changes without proper authorization. And what's the purpose of this advanced tracking system?"

"I agree, sir. The technician mentioned something else. He overheard Mark talking about 'keeping an eye on potential threats' during missions. It's vague, but it sounds like Mark had a specific target or concern in mind."

Rooster's mind churned with possibilities. The mention of potential threats and advanced tracking suggested a level of paranoia or a hidden agenda. "We need to dig deeper. Find out if Mark was acting alone."

McAllister nodded, understanding the delicate nature of the situation. "I'll continue the investigation, sir. See if there are any connections to external entities or if this is an isolated incident within the squadron."

As McAllister left the office, Rooster returned to studying the gathered information. The puzzle pieces were slowly coming together, revealing a picture of Mark's secretive actions and the potential ramifications for the squadron.

His phone buzzed again, and he remembered he was talking to Bea moments ago.

Rooster checked his phone to find another message from Beatrice.

Bea (14:00)

Rooster, the blazer is lavender,and has tiny lavenders on it!! Nicole insisted on showing you her fit too,so.

Rooster chuckled at the picture of Nicole barely trying how to pose and just smiling up at him appreciating the momentary escape from the intensity of his current investigation.

Roos (14:05)

Noted, Gorgeous. Lavender it is. Nicole looks great.

“Sir?”

Rooster looks up when he sees McAllister again, “Yes?”

“Vice-Admiral Simpson wants to talk,” he says, “At once.”

Rooster nodded,exhaling through his nose. "I'll be there in a moment."

As McAllister left to inform Vice-Admiral Simpson of Rooster's imminent arrival, Rooster took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the conversation that awaited him. He glanced at the clock, then to the horizon. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the naval base.

Before leaving his office, Rooster shot a quick message to Beatrice.

Roos (14:15)

Gorgeous, got called to a meeting with Cyclone. Seems urgent. Will update you ASAP. Take care, and give my love to the little ones.

With a heavy heart, Rooster left his office and made his way to Vice-Admiral Simpson's office. The corridors were filled with the usual hum of activity, but Rooster's thoughts were focused on the impending conversation. He couldn't shake the feeling that the storm within the squadron was reaching a critical juncture.

Upon reaching Cyclone’s office, Rooster knocked and entered. The vice-admiral, looked up from his desk. "Lieutenant Bradshaw, have a seat."

Rooster sat down, the tension in the room palpable. "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Vice-Admiral Simpson leaned forward, his expression grave. "I've been briefed on your investigation into Lieutenant Mark’s unauthorized modifications. This is a serious matter, Bradshaw."

"Yes, sir. I'm working to gather all the relevant information and determine the extent of the modifications and their implications for the squadron," Rooster replied, maintaining a respectful tone.

"This situation has the potential to cast a shadow over the entire squadron. We can't afford any breaches in security or trust. Again."

"I understand the gravity of the situation, sir. I'm committed to resolving this matter thoroughly and ensuring the integrity of the squadron," Rooster affirmed.

Vice-Admiral Simpson's eyes bore into Rooster. "You have a clean record, Bradshaw, and I've seen your dedication to the Navy. But this investigation requires a swift resolution. We can't let it linger, and we can't afford any missteps. "

Rooster nodded, his jaw clenched. The weight of the responsibility pressed on him. "I'm aware, sir. I'll do everything in my power to bring this investigation to a swift and accurate conclusion."

Cyclone leaned back, his stern expression softening slightly. "I trust that you will, Lieutenant. The Navy needs officers who can handle challenges with efficiency and discretion. But…may I make a suggestion?"

“Sir?”

"I think,by now…you can toss a few crumbs for Mark to catch.”

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Vice-Admiral Simpson's suggestion. "Crumbs, sir?"

"Bradshaw, sometimes, in situations like these, it's strategic to let the suspect believe they have control. Give them just enough to make a move. We need to see if Mark takes the bait."

Rooster considered the vice-admiral's words. It was a delicate balance between maintaining control of the investigation and allowing the suspect to reveal their hand. "You mean...feed Mark some information, sir?"

"Exactly. Controlled information. Something that won't compromise the integrity of the investigation but might lead us to more answers," Cyclone clarified.

Rooster nodded, understanding the strategic approach. "..ohhhh."

"Use your judgment, Bradshaw. We need a resolution sooner rather than later." he smirks, “Enjoy it,Lt.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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laurenairay · 9 months

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I never thought - P. Grubauer

Summary: Meeting Philipp Grubauer was the last thing Sera expected.

This is my entry for @wyattjohnston’s winter fic exchange 2024. I had the joy of writing for @knifeshoeboys – I really hope you like this Philipp Grubauer story, Nicole! I had a lot of fun creating this sweet piece from all of your prompts.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, slight anxiety, mildly secret romance

Title from On Purpose by Sabrina Carpenter

Sera liked her routine. Monday to Friday she worked from 8.30am to 5pm as the receptionist in one of the biggest law firms in Seattle. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, she went straight to the gym after work, cycling from the office, rotating her workouts between legs, arms, and core. Saturday mornings were back to the gym for a yoga class at 8am, before driving her car to the grocery store on the loop back to her apartment. It was predictable. It was safe. It was boring.

But at least she always knew what to expect.

It was just her luck that she couldn’t control the weather, really. Even more her luck that she’d left her umbrella in her car in stead of putting it in her gym bag – and that she’d parked on the other side of the parking lot. As Sera left the gym after her Saturday yoga class at the beginning of November, the rain was pouring down in sheets, and she knew without a doubt that she would get soaked to the bone, unable to shake the chill for hours. She could only imagine how badly the waves in her dark hair would be tangled after traipsing through this downpour.

But just as she was steeling herself to step out of the gym doors, she heard a groan of disbelief from behind her.

“Oh man, it’s really coming down, isn’t it?”

The light accent – definitely European – caught her attention, and she turned her head to see a tall handsome man smiling wryly at her. As her blue eyes locked with his hazel ones, she felt her breath hitch in her throat, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling back at him.

“Not a great start to the weekend, no,” she mused.

He barked out a laugh, making her stomach flutter with butterflies, even more so when he flashed a grin at her while he rooted in her his own gym bag. After only a breath, the sweetly-smiling man pulled out an umbrella with a triumphant ‘hah!’, making her laugh, earning another grin.

“I was not looking forward to walking all the way across the parking lot in this,” he said, grimacing as he wiggled the umbrella at the deluge outside.

“Yeah, I’m still trying to psych myself up to do that,” she said, grimacing in turn.

“Oh damn, I thought you were waiting for someone,” he admitted, “Did you want to share my umbrella with me?”

That sweet simple gesture, innocent and genuine, set her heart racing like nothing she could ever remember. How could she turn down such a kind offer from a gentleman?

“I’d like that, if it’s not too much trouble,” she said, smiling softly, “It’s not like I’ll take up much room.”

The man just laughed as she waved her hand between them, him clearly towering over her 5ft self.

“I’m Philipp, by the way,” he grinned.

Philipp. It suited him.

“Sera.”

Sera had never been one for surprises, or going with the flow. After most of her childhood spent watching her mother – her beloved hippie artist mother – drift along with no real direction, just seeing where the wind took the two of them, Sera had always craved control. Now that she was 30 years old and living on her own, Sera finally had it. True, she had mellowed out over the past few years, not needing everything to be excruciatingly perfect anymore, but that routine had always helped ease her anxieties.

Philipp Grubauer had been the biggest surprise she never knew she needed.

After that fateful meeting at the gym six weeks ago, the two of them having exchanged phone numbers with shy smiles as they stopped by her car, they’d spoke nearly every single day – and not just text messages either. Full-on phone calls, even down to facetiming each other while they each cooked dinner just to spend that low-maintenance time together, their schedules not always allowing face to face time so early on in getting to know each other.

And then there were the dates.

A dinner every week. Several coffee dates telling stories and giggling over lattes. Even a night out at the ballet, Sera never having seen The Nutcracker and Philipp insisting that he took her to enjoy the Christmas magic. She didn’t know where this man had been all her life, but if being single this long meant waiting for him? Well, the wait was definitely worth it.

Philipp was so easygoing, adapting to her obvious anxieties with ease as he went, but not just coasting along. He slotted into her routine perfectly, timings calls and dates around her typical timings and his own hockey schedule – even joining her in the gym for a yoga class, showcasing his extraordinary flexibility – but still encouraging her to try new things. He was funny, sweet, and genuinely interesting, and Sera found herself eagerly anticipating every moment they spent together. There was just one thing though – he had never ventured further than kissing her cheek and holding her hand.

Maybe it was just her anxieties talking. Maybe it was a European thing. Maybe he really was just that much of a gentleman. But if she didn’t say something soon, she felt like she was going to burst. Sera just liked him so much, and she didn’t want to ruin their blossoming relationship by stewing in her own head.

If only she could find the right moment.

Mid-December rolled around before Sera even realised it, her office Christmas party making her realise just how close to the holidays the year had come. Philipp had even woken her up with fresh pastries and coffee from the bakery down the street from her apartment, the two of them making plans for him to come over to hers for the first time for a chilled day, Sera knowing she would most likely have some form of hangover (and she had been right in that fact), but still wanting to see him while he had a free Saturday. She’d even forgone her usual Saturday yoga class, which, if nothing else, told her exactly her fast she was falling for him.

“You are a godsend, Philipp Grubauer,” she groaned, accepting the almond croissant from him with a smile.

He just grinned, sitting down next to her on the sofa in silence. Not only was this the first time that he was at her apartment, it was also the first time that they’d seen each other in loungewear, both in a sweatpants and sweater combination, something that made Sera smile at the direction their relationship was taking. It just felt right.

They talked about her office Christmas party, about his upcoming game in Nashville, about his teammates new babies, about her looking forward to a week’s break between Christmas and the New Year, all while eating their pastries and drinking their coffee. It was easy, and comfortable, and domestic, and yet it still sent electricity running through her veins like nothing ever had. What was it about Philipp that sent her into such a tizzy? Whatever it was though, she liked it. She really liked it.

“There was something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Philipp said, putting down his plate after a short silence.

“Oh?” Sera asked, putting down her own plate on the coffee table too.

“Would you come to my team christmas party with me?”

She inhaled sharply, lips parting in surprise, and Philipp quickly barrelled onwards with a wince.

“I know we’ve only known each other six weeks, but things have been going really well, right? And…I see a future between us, and normally I wouldn’t bring anyone to meet my teammates and their partners so soon, but…well, not that I’ve brought anyone in the years I’ve been in Seattle, but I would really like you to meet them? It's an informal thing really, at Belly's house, but all the guys will be there. Burky’s mostly house-trained now, and Larss will keep Dunner on a leash, and Yanni’s wife is an absolutely sweetheart, you’ll love her, and…”

“Yes.”

Philipp startled slightly at her interruption, before her simple answer registered, a wide smile spreading across his lips at Sera’s shy smile.

How could she not want to? The very fact that he wanted to bring her into such an important part of his life meant everything, she knew that. And he saw a future for them, just like she did? How could she want anything other than to meet his friends and colleagues?

Well, there was one thing she wanted too.

“You’ll come with me? You’ll meet them?” he asked hopefully, “I’m pretty sure they think I’m making you up at this point, with the amount that I talk about you but haven’t brought you to a game.”

At least he wasn’t keeping her a secret on purpose. That eased her nerves a little.

“I’d love to,” she said, laughing a little at his confession, “On one condition.”

“Of course, anything,” he nodded immediately.

A dangerous promise. But she needed to say something, just as her gut had been nagging her, or she really was going to explode.

“Kiss me?” she blurted, her heart racing.

Oh damn it.

That was not the way she wanted to say that.

What if he thought she was too forward? What if he thought she was being too much?

But Philipp didn’t even answer her with words. His hands reached out to cup her face gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in to kiss her as she asked. The moment that his lips touched hers, Sera let out a soft sigh, all but melting into his body, hands clutching at his biceps. His hands felt rough against her cheeks, hockey hands she knew, and the feeling of his beard brushing her skin only added to that. He smelled solely of a woodsy cologne, sharp in her nose and yet comforting all the same, suiting him perfectly. All she could taste was coffee and flaky pastry between their closed lips, her senses completely overwhelmed in the best way.

The moment lasted only seconds before he pulled away, cheeks as flushed as his mouth. She knew her own cheeks were flushed as well with the heat she felt, even more so as all she could think of was wanting more.

“I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks,” he said, voice uncharacteristically rough.

Sera made a noise she’d never heard before, a cross between a sigh and a moan, before she leaned in to kiss him again. How could she not?

#my writing #philipp grubauer fic #winter fic exchange 2k24 #philipp grubauer fanfic #philipp grubauer imagine #hockey fic #hockey fanfic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine

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mycrymes · 5 months

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feel free to drop a like / comment to interact with one of the muses listed below !

THE FLETCHERS .

themes dealt with : death , grief , addiction , recklessness , depression , etc . my shameless inspired ocs .

meet the fletchers ! a colorful family of eight six . growing up lower class , the large family has always had a hard time keeping up with bills amongst other responsibilities . when dean fletcher attempts insurance fraud , he fails to keep the rest of his family out of it . due to a horrible ' freak accident ' , the house burns down including his wife and daughter inside . dean is quickly arrested after failing to hide the evidence of tampering . the family learns to deal with grief , anger , and the harsh realities . some refuse to deal with it and some grow into new people .

daniel fletcher , 29 , he / him , bisexual , resembles josh hutcherson .

daniel , dan , was 23 years old when the incident took place . as the eldest of their immediate family he was given the choice to become legal guardian along with his sister ginny . he accepted as he didn't want them separated . dan quickly fell into addiction and has been continuously laid off from job after job . at age 26 , after a hookup , dan got a girl pregnant and was left to raise their daughter alone . he now works a soul sucking office job 9 to 5 . dan can be described as moody , distant , quiet , tired , giving , gentle , attentive , funny , sweet .

imogen fletcher , 27 , she / her , bisexual , resembles victoria pedretti .

imogen , ginny , was 21 when she became legal guardian to her siblings . due to scholarship , ginny was able to continue her higher education . she is a nurse that works shifts and shifts to be able to provide for her siblings . while dan has attempted to move on , she has continued to give herself more and more to her family without taking a breath for herself . she is overworked and incredibly ambitious with a fear of commitment . ginny can be described as selfless , kind , generous , strict , resentful , caring , overbearing , worried , sad .

bryce fletcher , 24 , he / him , heterosexual , resembles brian altemus .

bryce was freshly 18 when the incident happened . away from home at a party , he came home in the middle of the night to screams and cries . he stopped zeke from running back inside to save his twin sister . they now hate eachother . bryce went to college for baseball and got a degree in physical education . he now works at at a highschool as the gym teacher as well as coaches the baseball team . bryce can be described as cocky , protective , loud , a ' fuck boy ' , flirty , angry , regretful .

zeke fletcher , 22 , he / him , pansexual , resembles joshua macqueen

zeke was 16 when the incident happened . zeke lost his twin sister in the fire and went off the hills in order to cope . dropping out of highschool , he got his GED later but still doesn't use it . he works as a male stripper at the local club and tends to get himself in horrible situations . he dabbled in drug dealing even to his older brother . zeke can be described as impulsive , angry , fun , flirty , sexual , sly , cunning , enthusiastic , depressed , funny , loyal .

piper fletcher , 21 , she / her , heterosexual , resembles nicole wallace .

piper was 15 when the incident happened . the baby of the family ! everyone in the fletcher family loves piper and doesn't want her to be corrupted by this life . her trauma has been tuned out as she has a hard time even remembering the incident . she is currently working as a waitress in the local bar while also attending college for psychology . piper can be described as sweet , shy , kind , gentle , sensitive , confused , frustrated , innocent , adventurous .

#& lore / the fletchers .#meet the new fam #i love them #babies #indie rp #open rp #open starter #indie smut rp

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myloveforhergoeson · 3 months

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hii <3 i'm hijacking @selangkir 's girl time rush au for my own silly purposes <3 i tried to capture your unique voice from your girl time rush chapters. hopefully you don't mind!!

here's 'espresso' a scene inspired by the sabrina carpenter song of the same name! if we can imagine songwriter james could write such a masterpiece...

James shouldn’t have written the song.

He knew the second he penned the lyrics it would only cause trouble for the girls, yet at the same time, he didn’t care. Why should he have to quell his feelings to make the songs he wrote more palatable for his friends? Songwriting was all about expression, passion even, and was one of the only chances he got to work through the garbled mess of his mind.

So yeah. Maybe the song he’d penned was a bit too suggestive. In his defense though, it was never supposed to see the light of day. It’s not really his fault that Griffin had requested a change-up for the band’s newest single; Something “Hot and sizzling! I want to grill a hot dog on it,” the CEO had declared, and Gustavo looked across his office as though he was going to leap out from behind his desk strangle the white-haired man. “Something to put the Pussycat Dolls to shame!”

That, James figured, was a bit much, because who could ever put Nicole Scherzinger to shame?

And the answer, apparently, was him, and the song he’d written after losing far too much sleep thinking about one of the girls he worked for. But again, not his fault, because again, the song was never supposed to leave the pages of his book and enter the real world. As were most of the other various musings and journal entries he wrote in there, these days practically orbiting the idea of being with Roxanne after their time at the school dance together like she was the central star of his ever-expanding universe of stupid, sappy, teenage feelings.

The only blame he could take was leaving his journal open for all of sixty seconds while he ran to the bathroom during his writing session with Gustavo last week. Curse his handwriting for being so perfect and large, the man could read it from the other side of the table they were both working at. When James finally returned, to his horror, Gustavo had the pages spread open on the piano’s music desk, trying to work out the perfect melody for the lyrics his assistant had written.

When they pitched the song, Kendall had, expectedly, thrown a fit.

Despite all of their time together as a girl band, she was still having a bit of trouble understanding the market strategy of appealing to an audience.

“You want us to sing this?” She’d practically shrieked in horror, crinkling the pages of the lyric sheets so tightly that James feared they might crumble into dust and leak out between her fingers. “It’s so- so-”

“...Empowering,” Roxy finished for her, eyes trained on the pages she held, jumping from one line to the next as she took his writing in. “Look here, Kendall,” she held out a sheet and pointed out a set of lyrics. “It’s all about girl power, don’t you think?”

Her song, he told himself, finding it hard to take his eyes off Roxy while she continued to read over it. His stomach did a few somersaults when she looked over to Gustavo, an award-winning smile breaking out on her face. And she loves it.

“Evocative is the word I’d use,” Chimed in Logan, though she didn’t seem to share the blonde’s vitriol for the song she’d been handed. “Definitely… Different but I’m down to give it a try. We can treat it like an experiment - Is this type of song better for a girl band or should we keep sticking to our current musical strategy?”

“I love trying new things!” Carlota agreed, bouncing up and down on her heels to show her approval, long brown curls following suit. “This song is so upbeat and dancey; When can we get in the studio?”

James' stomach turned again, still very obviously finding himself lost in his head as he mooned over the girl in front of him, and he knew that Kendall’s eyes were boring holes into his skull. Even with the green light from her bandmates, she still wasn’t on board.

“I didn’t join this band to be evocative, or empowered, or whatever!” The frontwoman huffed, “We’re field hockey players, not seductresses!”

For a moment, he swore Roxy flinched a bit at Kendall’s words, but Kelly cut him off, clearing her throat before he was able to decipher just what about that statement she took issue with.

Straightening out the lyric and music sheets she was holding by tapping them on Gustavo’s desk a few times, Kelly threw a pleading glance at the band before handing the pages off to their boss.

“Look, this is what Griffin wants. If you like having a career here, we need to do as he says,” She pleaded. “He’s already given his okay for this one; We’ve got a massive recording and music video budget that expires in a few days.”

Being on the administrative side of things, James had gained a new appreciation for just how much work writing, recording, marketing, and all that corporate jazz was. Big Time Rush hadn’t been granted a major opportunity like this yet, despite Griffin’s backing; The girls had been too busy settling into their new home and work life and Roxy, on top of all of that, had been nursing a broken heart.

James was too, slightly, if he was even allowed to call whatever he and Dak had breakable.

Could this song take some of that pain away? He asked himself, clutching the black leatherbound book to his chest. His gaze flickered down at the floor, hoping so. The thought of her still being miserable over that blood-sucking asshat wasn’t sitting well with him… So much so that he was literally losing sleep over it, and Kendall be dammed, writing blatantly suggestive songs about it.

He’d certainly never treat her like Dak had; If she read over the lyrics of the song again, she should realize that.

“Sooo,” Gustavo slapped his hands on his desk, pushing himself out of his chair, and pointed to the door, “Dawgs, booth, now!”

Not so subtly growling in displeasure, the blonde stalked out of the room, Logan and Carlota following, as they headed toward the recording room.

Still standing in place and reading the sheets over again, James stepped around Roxy to get to the door, before she reached out and caught his arm.

“James, this one’s incredible, really,” She told him, the same dazzling smile on her face from before, and he swore his brain stopped working as all of his focus jumped to where her soft fingers curled around his bicep. “Not that the rest of them weren’t or anything-”

“No problem,” the boy managed, swallowing a lump in his throat that hadn’t been there a moment ago while he fixated on the bright red polish of her nails. “It’s been stuck in my head for a while, I guess.”

When Roxy let him go, he was steps away from entering a period of mourning. “Thank you. For this one, and all the others. I know songwriting wasn’t truly your dream,” Her smile flickered. “Just… Thank you.”

***

By now, James was still 50/50 on whether he should have written the song or not.

One month in L.A. and he’d finally started to get through to Kendall, as much as one could get through to a girl like that, and all it took was one song to unravel it all.

She’d been stomping around Rocque Records all day, extra vocal about her hatred of their new song, even though Gustavo had granted her the line with “fuck” in it. James had been hoping that, and a promise she’d get to dance without a partner in the music video, would be enough for her to stop throwing her venom his way, but nothing seemed to make the girl feel any better.

On the other hand, the other three girls seemed to be having a good time. This song was an interesting, but welcome change to their discography, and the three of them were giving everything new hurling their way their best shot. Recording the song went off without a hitch, mostly, if one didn’t count Kendall’s aggressiveness on the swear word she was repeating even outside of the booth, and the choreographed routine Mr. X had whipped up for the video shoot was nothing less than exceptional.

With the master copy of the song complete, all that was left to do was film the music video the next morning, and this whole nightmare would finally be over. James promised himself the next song he wrote would be back to what the girls were used to; Airing out his private thoughts to the world didn’t seem to be giving the best results.

Except for the times Roxy threw a compliment his way or asked him if he wanted a hand on the administrative side. Or sang the words to his song completely unaware of the images that ran through his mind when he’d written it. Or… just spoke to him.

Ugh, this was getting embarrassing. He should’ve just asked her out on a real date when he’d thought of it last week at the dance.

But songwriting was easier because there was no way she’d reject a song. (Not that she’d reject him either, of course, because who in their right mind would reject James Diamond?)

Finally reaching the end of the giant stack of paperwork Gustavo and Kelly had him double-check and file away in her office for the expense report on tomorrow’s video equipment, location, and staff, James rubbed his tired eyes before checking his phone to see what time it was.

As if the dark sky outside wasn’t enough of an indicator, even against the bright LED lights of the city around him, it was far later than he’d meant to stay. No doubt the girls were already back home enjoying one of Mrs. Knight’s homecooked meals and flipping on whatever hockey game they could find.

Get out of your head, Diamond! He chastised himself, She’s just Roxy.

Whatever that meant, he repeated to himself a few more times before pulling his small black backpack over his shoulder and locking up Kelly’s office for the night.

Checking his ScuttleButter as he strolled down the hallway to the elevator, James turned the sharp corner just as he watched an adorable video of two puppies playing with one another loop around to begin again when he accidentally collided with someone else.

“Shit!” She hissed, just as his phone hit the ground, and pulled her hands up to her face to cover her presumably hurt nose.

“Rox?” The boy asked, more shocked that she was still at work rather than worried about his expensive electronic that may or may not be completely shattered on the floor beside him.

As she sucked in a few sharp breaths, the girl nodded, hands obscuring her voice as she explained, “I was just coming to see if you were still here. It’s late.”

Roxy said it more like a concern than an observation. That was something he shouldn’t have read into, but did regardless. “Yeah, I just finished my stuff for the night. Are the other girls still here?”

Finally, her hands lowered, and thank God her nose wasn’t bleeding because James didn’t know what he’d do if it was. “Oh, um, no. They’re not.”

It wasn’t hard to ignore her soft tone and the way she glanced to her right as if the Rocque Records lounge was suddenly very, very interesting to her.

“Is everything okay?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking, because clearly, she was seeking him out for a reason. Justifying a once over to make sure she was physically in good shape, he ran his gaze from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and took note that she was still in her rehearsal outfit for the video tomorrow.

High, high heels, a tight blue dress, and dozens of dangly bracelets adorned her. Certainly, not the usual, more eclectic style she’d choose for herself, but one he thought suited her nonetheless.

“Yes,” She assured him, nodding her head. Watching her throat work once, then twice, James patiently waited for her to continue. “I think I-” Cutting herself off, she ran one hand to her wrist twisting a few of the bracelets around before another deep breath. “I’m having trouble getting my dance routine down for the video tomorrow and the girls didn’t want to miss tonight’s game and my partner said he had to head home too because it’s so late.”

Stopping again, but still running her hand over the jewelry, James picked up on the hint of anxiety in her voice.

“That’s to say that I… need some help in the studio. And if you want to go home that’s fine too! It’s just… you sat in on practice earlier and you’re a natural-born performer and-”

At this point she was panicking, her shaky breaths beginning to affect the words she was trying to get out.

“Woah! Woah!” He tried to assure her, going against the alarm bells going off in his brain not to touch her as he reached out two steadying hands to her shoulder. James’ fingertips buzzed. “It’s alright, Roxy. I can stay I don’t mind.”

While his words didn’t stop her from freaking out, he certainly hoped it would help at least relieve some of her worry. However, he’d be lying if he said seeing her so anxious didn’t feel like a bomb detonating inside his chest.

Gently, one of her shaking hands tapped his, before she grabbed his wrist and headed for Studio A.

***

Watching Roxy do her solo part of the dance routine, James determined he should have written the song sooner.

Even if she stumbled over some of her steps, to say that she looked like an absolute dream was an understatement. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor, her delicate voice as she practiced her lyrics, and the frantic roaring of blood rushing through James’ ears only added to the scene unfolding in front of him, mouth going dry as he let her show him just what she had been practicing all day.

In his opinion, the routine wasn’t long enough, and the second she pressed the remote in her hand to stop the music coming through the stereo and take a breath, he needed to take a few moments to focus on literally anything but the girl in front of him.

Who’s playing tonight? Maple Leafs and the Flyers… Starting lineup: Beauchemin, Kessel, Orr, Wallin…

He wasn’t able to get much farther before she asked, “What do you think? Was I good enough?”

That question made James’ heart wrench, words flying into his left ear, rattling around his brain, before shooting out the right.

“Of course you were,” He told her, wringing his hands together so he didn’t reach out and touch her again, attempting to imbue his words with as much care as he could. “You’re one of the best pop stars of our generation, Roxy - More than good, great even.”

From the center of the studio, she scoffed like she didn’t believe him. She didn’t even know that if given the chance, he was pretty sure he could go on and on about her passion, dedication, drive… Everything about her was more than just good.

“Gustavo said I needed more practice earlier, but I think that’s the best it’s going to get. What I’m really struggling with is the partner portion.”

The boy took that as a sign to drop his bag and join her where she stood, watching as the large mirrors on the studio walls reflected his actions. “Right… Any part in particular?”

From sitting in the studio with the girls and their dance partners all day, handing out water and towels when necessary, from what he recalled, the routine wasn’t that complicated. That didn’t mean, however, that Roxy was struggling any less.

“I’ve got the steps down in my head, it’s just a matter of actually being able to land them in time. It’s a long dance and I’m not as… athletic as Kendall, Logan, and Carlota are. So if we could run it a few times, I’d appreciate it.”

Roxy didn’t give James any time to respond before she stepped in front of him, grabbed his hands, and drew them to her hips, causing him to stumble forward until they were practically flush against each other. Before she even brought her hands around his neck and started the track, he’d recited the first ten dead presidents in his head.

As far as the routine went, James didn’t have that many steps to memorize from earlier; The girls were more dancing on their partners than dancing with them.

Incredibly Pussycat Dolls? Absolutely.

Did that mean he was enjoying it? Obviously. But the thought of her dancing with another guy on the video set dampened any kind of good mood he could allow himself to be in. It hadn’t been fun today and it certainly wouldn’t be fun tomorrow.

About halfway through the duo portion, Roxy had taken a misstep and released a loud curse under her breath, pausing the track and allowing herself time to reset. Stepping out of his grasp, she practiced the move a few more times off to the side until she was satisfied and the routine began again.

What was it about seeing her work so hard to reach her goals that got to him? James was in the presidential thirties now and would probably have to move on to historical wars in a moment.

Roxy must have sensed some sort of shift in his mood, or maybe she just found the situation as a whole awkward, but as she worked out the next few steps and led him to the right of the room, she asked between breaths, “How’d you come up with this one?”

He hoped she’d figure his cheeks turned bright red from all the dancing, but she was too busy looking down to make sure her footwork was correct as she silently counted the beat.

“Uh,” He faltered, suddenly feeling his hands burning into her sides, moving easily with her as she rolled her hips to the music. “Dunno. I was just formulating a story.”

A few more silent counts and she finally replied, “No one special keeping you up all hours of the night then?”

Was he crazy? Was Roxy flirting with him right now? Or was she just interested in how he’d written the song?

James audibly gulped, but it was swallowed up by the thumping baseline, “Nope.”

Good save, Diamond.

Reaching the end of the song and listening to the track fade out, Roxy paused, hands still laced around the back of his neck as she tried to regulate her breathing.

“Too bad. I think it’d be sweet if someone was thinking about me all the time,” was her nonchalant response, though she let him go and walked back to the center of the room, suggesting she was ready for another go at the routine. “So much so they couldn’t sleep? God, that’d be something.”

“Yeah?” He said a bit too quickly, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that he’d speed-walked over to where she was just because he hated the thought of any distance between them.

Not waiting for her to guide his movements this time, his hands instinctively reached out for her hips; So natural, so easy, so right. At contact, she let out an unexpected squeak, one hand flying to her mouth to try and make it look like she was coughing instead.

No… I’m crazy. You’re crazy, James!

“Y-yeah, totally,” Roxy affirmed, hitting play on the remote to run the routine again.

There was no talking this time, just full, clean choreography; Video-worthy if James did say so himself, who cares what Gustavo might think tomorrow. He was too hard on the girls anyway.

Roxy’s words replayed in James’ head again and again, and for a new run-through of the routine, he debated telling her the song was about her before another round came and he convinced himself that was a terrible idea.

#yeah its cringe keep scrolling #thats all she wrote fic #girl time rush au #<33333333333 :)))))))))))))

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