#rebounder band

[reboundernyc]

Dylan Chenfeld by Zachary Gray

[atherix]

Ooo for the song thing, #58?

Ough this one </3

This is gonna be past!Scarian and current!Redscape so. Ye not part of any current/public AU <3

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Some days Scar wonders if he'll ever be alright again.

Letting Grian go was the hardest thing he'd ever done, and even now waking up alone in what used to be their apartment feels... wrong.

Lonely.

When he wakes up to the blaring alarm he stares at the ceiling far longer than he used to.

(He remembers Grian used to wake him up.)

He gets up and wanders into the kitchen, empty and cold save for the little cat bowl sitting on the floor.

(There used to be three.)

He makes breakfast and sets a plate on the table, and he eats with the sound of the TV in the background.

(He used to talk to Grian while they ate together.)

This is how his days pass; he walks to work, remembering how he used to walk with Grian, and at work he takes his lunch, during which he used to call Grian, and then he goes home to his empty house, devoid of the vibrant, lively Grian who used to greet him.

Every day passes like this.

At least, they used to. Nowadays, Scar finds that old routine being broken in the best way possible.

"Hey, Scar."

Scar turns around, blinking as he finds himself looking at Mumbo. Instantly the coldness that had taken root in him fades, warmth and excitement filling its hollow place. Even the sun shines a little brighter as he stops, waiting for the other man to catch up to him.

"Mumbo!" he greets, grinning brightly. His heart flutters as Mumbo reaches out to take his hand, and Mumbo smiles back at him, and all Scar thinks about is Mumbo.

"Where to today then, love?" Mumbo asks him, and Scar hums.

"Y'know, I think today I'm up for anywhere," he decides, swinging their clasped hands between them. "Long as it's anywhere with you."

When Mumbo joins him in the mornings, Scar knows everything is going to be just fine.

[pinemangoart]

Idk how embarrassing it is to admit that I haven’t actually (seriously) drawn anything non-academic in a week or so, and it’s just bc I got into a new band so much that I can’t concentrate whilst painting. I’m assuming it’s pretty embarrassing, which is why I’m posting it publicly on tumblr dot com

[viir-tanadhal]

genuinely do not understand people's preoccupation with the idea that johnny and morrissey's friendship could have at all been long-lasting

[thebedroomblues]

dave navarro being in the red hot chili peppers is really like the rebound relationship where the rebound is aware that their lover is deeply missing and tying to get over their ex

[leviabeat]

🕰 From badlilgoth on TikTok

[genuflecting]

seeing a long haired guy with a mustache in a band and going "LEAVE IT..." to myself like a dog

[kurogxrix]

Passionfruit

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Wife!reader

IN WHICH you spend a well deserved lazy day with your mafia husband and son… plus Bucky getting a little handsy.

Warnings: suggestive, breastfeeding, allusions to smut.

A/N: after nearly 2 whole months of not posting…IM BAAAACK😋 albeit this isn’t anything big, it’s still something considering the massive writers block i’ve been facing😭.

The mafia life wasn’t exactly what you had expected when you’d gotten affiliated with Bucky. 

On TV, it was gruesome, it was dark, it was scary - and not to forget, it was all the more sexy. Except as of right now, you could’ve concluded that it wasn’t necessarily always that way. There was nothing gruesome and scary in the way your husband was laying his head submissively on your chest as he slept the lazy morning away, his metallic arm thrown protectively over your stomach. 

There was nothing dark about the way your baby’s colourful crib laid by the end of your shared bed, a request from the infamous Bucky himself as he claimed that his lifestyle was far too dangerous to have the baby sleeping in his own room for now. In fact he was nothing but a liar, and a softie, because even the people who reside out of state know of the many guards that pass their nights with open eyes to guard the Barnes mansion. 

For all, there was nothing sexy with the way you were spread out ungraciously upon the huge bed. As much as you could with the huge man that laid heavily upon your chest, you spread out your limbs for the comfort of it all. Your hair was a mess upon the silky material of your pillow, a face clean of any makeup twisting with grogginess. There was anything but sexiness with the way your cotton panties hugged your hips comfortably, an even less-sexy pattern adorning the soft fabric. 

The natural warmth of Bucky’s body seeped through the thin fabric of the shirt that you’d stolen from him, and it made you want to dig yourself impossibly further into him. It wasn’t long before the early morning sun rays began shining through the cracks of the expensive curtains, interrupting your little moment of staring at your husband’s fine features. He looked so cute like this, face free of any worries as he slept cosily on your chest. 

The feeling of his grip tightening around your waist was more than enough to alert you that your ‘scary’ husband had just woken up, and the kisses that he was planting across your collarbones were more of an indication. There was no need for any words as you both laid in silence, your hands intertwining in the bush of brown hair that laid atop his head. Oh and how much you loved those curls, the way they’d drip with excess water as he came fresh from a warm shower, or the way your fingers would pull at them mercilessly as his face laid buried in between your thighs- 

Bucky’s hand began exploring despite the early hour, and the silent state of the room. His vibranium hand caressed your clothed side before slipping under the hem of your shirt. You flinched at the freezing feeling of his cold fingers upon your warm skin, but the way his thumb was rubbing loving circles into your skin was enough to send warmth spiralling back into your body. You felt your chest vibrating curtly as Bucky chuckled at the way you flinched under his freezing touch, and you playfully slapped at the back of his head, your own quiet laughter rebounding across the closed walls of your shared room. 

Your laughter was quick to cease as you felt Bucky’s fingers slip smoothly beyond the elastic band of your cotton panties, the feeling of his cool fingers making your shiver this time. You had to force your bottom lip by biting harshly down onto it to stop yourself from making noise, because god forbid you accidently awakened the little monster sleeping at the end of your bed.

He teased, and the smirk that laid upon his face told you so. The calloused fingertips beyond your waistline did nothing but rub senseless circles into the skin, not using those skilled fingers in the way you wanted him to. 

“Stop teasing already, it’s way too early for that.” 

you grumbled, and the chuckle that escaped your husband once more felt shaky upon your chest. You nearly let out a pathetic whine as you felt his large fingers retracing their steps back out, the elastic band of your panties snapping against your skin in dismay. However, it was a whole other story when you felt Bucky moving to sit up, a large hand resting upon your waist as he ushered you up to join him. His necklace clanged against his torso as he did so, the white wolf pendant sitting comfortably with the new position on his chest. 

With no hesitation, you did so, and his hands immediately started roaming your body once more as he laid them upon your delicate skin. Your face was buried in his neck as you sat up properly in his lap, thick and muscular thighs serving you as a seat. You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slipping under your shirt, head thrown back in bliss as his lips found the crevice of your neck. 

It felt almost too good to be true. A little moment shared between the both of you in perfect silence on a day filled with nothing more but slumber and laziness. Bucky felt like he was dreaming, almost like this late morning was going all too fine, and that in a normal scenario there should be something just about the moment that came to ruin the- 

Jinxed it, and if only you could read your husband's thoughts, Bucky knew that you’d make him sleep with the strays outside tonight. It was nothing else but his fault for the sudden shrill cries that resonated round the entire room. You felt your husband’s lips suddenly detaching from your neck, the area darkening by the second thanks to his skilled mouth. 

You had to physically retain yourself from laughing at your husband’s uttered ‘fuck’s sake’ in all the disappointment of your baby’s sudden awakening. Successfully ruining the little moment that you shared. Or that you were about to share, it was like much had had the time to happen anyway. 

“You’re gonna go say goodmorning to your son?” you tease, throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck as you stared into his blue iris. He glared at you for a second before his gaze softened, and he fell into the satirical state that you found yourself in.

“Absolutely no way malyshka, you know I had to tend to his tantrum yesterday while you were sleeping your ass off in the comfort of our mattress.” he laughed off in all playfulness, his hands tightening their grip around your waist as he spoke. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel offended, because who was he kidding? You knew that Bucky would treat your son’s undying tantrums forever if it meant that you’d catch a little extra sleep. He’d do anything for the both of you, the two people who’d changed his life forever. 

The screams only got louder by the second, a stark reminder to break off your little romantic moment with Bucky and go tend to that little monster. Unhooking your limbs from Bucky’s, the brunette watched attentively as you made your way towards the maple crib. Just the best for your baby, even if he was far too young to comprehend the quality of the life that was being given to him. 

You waste no time diving for your son, a tiny human that fits perfectly in your arms. Enamoured as he already was, Bucky watched as all it took from you was a couple of coos and a few seconds of swaying the both of you from side to side to calm your wailing son down. Truly a momma’s boy, just like his father. 

Tiny fists closed in on the collar of your shirt with an incredible force that had everybody wondering where babies get it from, a desperate attempt from Lev at pulling your shirt down. The sight sent both you and your heavily tattooed husband in a deep laughter, but you’re soon interrupted by crying yet again. Another trait that he shared with his father, impatience and the urge to have everything he pleads. 

There was a moment of silence as Bucky’s eyes laid straight on you, and the love that swarmed his pupils was not new. He often wondered late at night what he’d done in his previous life to deserve such love that you and your son provide to him, because he knew that the Bucky of this life didn’t deserve it. He was a killer, ruthless at that because his line of work allowed no mercy. His hands were covered in thick layers of blood and yet you take them in yours like they needed guidance. Maybe, he wished that in another life he could be doing good in any sorts of way, like that stupid dream he had as a kid to become a superhero. 

Amidst his little love trance, Bucky failed to realise that you along with your baby had left the room. The soft noises of water running was a quick indication of where you’d both escaped to, and he took no time with the rush. He brushed past the sheets that clung at his legs, the messy bed an indicator of what went down under the sheets the night prior after your baby had been peacefully engulfed by slumber. 

Bucky was a big man by any means, and the heavy footsteps that hurried behind him resounded throughout the entire room. Not to be fooled although, he could be all sneaky and silent when he wanted to, a true man of many skills.

The pristine white marble greeted him first, a shine he’d grown to love. There by the sink was you and the little lev, except he was far too entranced in finishing up the contents of your breasts to even bat an eye at his father. His free hand clung at your sleeve tightly as if to not lose balance. You moved in all your motherly gracefulness, holding your baby above your left breast in your left arm so you could successfully lean to your right to rinse your mouth after a quick brush. 

Bucky knew that you didn’t need any help, he’d witnessed the woman phenomenon of the one-hand-everything. His own eyes had seen far too many times as you held your baby, keys, a thermos and phone all in one hand while going on with your day with the other. Yet, who was he to watch his wife vie when he had two free hands in his availability.  

The feeling of his brawny arms wrapping around your waist relit the warmth that you felt everytime he would do so, and you couldn’t help but lean back into his chest. The tall brunette planted a soft kiss onto the top of your head before moving to his own sink, but not before opening the tub of moisturizer for you, your skincare routine retained in the back of his mind. 

You smiled gently at him as a silent thanks, no need for any affirmation when he already knew that you loved him beyond your own ability to. Your baby finished his greedy assault on your chest a few seconds after you’d finished applying your entire routine, and you were sort of glad when Lev squirmed out of your embrace and onto the tiled floor. 

Any plans that you had for the day, albeit being only to go to the kitchen to fetch some food, had been completely forgotten as you felt Bucky’s arms dragging you back towards the unkempt bed. Because yet again, no lazy day was complete without laying in bed for 7 hours just staring at the ceiling. 

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not much again but i hoped you all enjoyed🫀 also for writers (or anybody)looking for moots, please don’t be scared to text me lol😭

[winter-jay-official]

Safe not sound by animal sun <333333333

[reboundernyc]

Jesse wearing a rebounder shirt

[kismets-barista]

Lil Brozone, Floyd- centric oneshot for y'all's enjoyment!

Spoilery for Band Together, so if you're still awaiting watching the movie I'd suggest waiting to read, my friends! Have a lovely night!

Five months, twenty eight days.

That’s how long it had taken him to be able to walk without having to stop for breath.

Floyd was fully recovering, slowly but surely. After moving back to Pop Village, there’d been nothing for him except plenty of rest, John Dory’s incessant mother henning (seriously, that guy was the textbook definition of Anxiety even if he continued to deny it,) and help from his brothers to recuperate. They’d laid off on any public performances, putting aside thoughts of the word tour for later on. Way later on. 

But today was the day. Finally the day they’d decided to put on a public performance, a day that had all of them on their toes with preparations for the five song ‘concert.’ The energy buzzing in the air was something Floyd had missed, but the troll could honestly barely concentrate on how excited he was as his chest filled with sticky, sludgy feelings of dread. The magenta-haired troll sat in front of his light-rimmed vanity mirror, staring back at the shock of white that ran from the roots of his hair and up to the middle. 

He thought he’d gotten over this. 

It wasn’t going to change. It was evident that his hair, along with himself, had permanently changed as a result of that capture. Of his death. 

And pretty much everyone in the village knew that it was a result of something. A bad something. 

Some of them, Cooper specifically, had outright asked. But he didn’t have the best buffer, so Floyd couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad. Others had given him looks, even staring as he began to get out of the house those first months. He could remember the eyes trained on him as John Dory slowly helped him along, talking about an adventure he’d gone on way ‘back in his day,’ as he liked to call it. Floyd had kept to himself, mostly, until John Dory noticed how quiet his brother was being and did something the younger couldn’t.

He stared back at the trolls. Sure, it probably planted the seeds of assumption that John Dory was every bit as standoffish as Branch used to be, but Floyd had to admire his brother’s determination to keep him comfortable. 

“Ten minutes til final soundchecks!” Mayday (Brozone’s stage director’s) voice cut through the silence, and Floyd jerked out of his reverie. He sighed, opening the drawer to his desk and fished through a thousand hair products and ties to pull out a fluffy, white scrunchy. Maybe pulling it up would help lessen the… amount of times people had to see his hair. Floyd let out another sigh as he pulled up his hair, staring himself down in the mirror as he twisted it every which way. “Come on… there’s gotta be some way I can make you look normal again,” he whispered fiercely, tugging on his hair harder as desperation bubbled in his chest. Every way he moved it, white, white, white. The young troll’s hands began to shake as he started to tie it up, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his breathing shortened. 

How could he go out there looking like this? It’s bad enough as it is, why did he think for a second that today would be any different with how he felt about this… this awful hair of his? 

He considered flaking on his brothers as his breaths began to come out in short gasps. A thousand different excuses flitted through his mind, and Floyd began to grasp at them, one by one. He wasn’t feeling well. He was exhausted again. He couldn’t catch his breath quite right - no, that one would send them into a panic, probably. The thoughts crescendoed, and Floyd yanked on the scrunchie a bit too hard. It snapped, and rebounded on his hand. Causing the duo-tone haired-troll to yelp in pain. He flicked his head in the air, waving off the sting before letting his head sink down to rest on the top of the vanity. He was getting himself way too worked up… this wasn’t going to help anything. He needed to do this show. Needed to prove that he was… fine. Well. As fine as he could be.

“This is for all the lonely people…” he whisper-sang to himself, voice breathy as he steadied his pounding heart. Pulling on his fingers gently. “Thinking that life has passed us by…”

“We won’t give up until we, drink from that silver cup, and ride…” Floyd’s voice tapered off as he frowned, momentum to sing even to himself puttering off. Today was supposed to be a happy day. But here he slumped, moping like someone had just kicked a box of kittens in front of him.

“Ride that highway in the sky.” The lyric lifted softly as a question, and the troll sat up and looked behind himself in confusion. His face lit up at the sight of Branch, his baby brother leaning against the doorframe with his arms loosely crossed against each other.

“Oh, Branch. Hey.” Floyd offered him a grin, to which his younger brother readily responded with one of his own. 

“Hey. Was looking for you. JD wanted us to have a little meeting or whatever before our final soundchecks for the show so I came to get you. How’re you feeling?” He asked while walking over, sitting near his brother. Taking in everything about the older troll, inquisitive blue eyes flitting over the top of Floyd’s hair and down to his toes.

“I’m fine,” Floyd shrugged, stretching as he stood. Paused as he realized that saying ‘I’m fine’ was not an appropriate response, as Branch had told him so many times before. Practically drilled it into his head, at this point. He cut Branch off before his younger brother could say anything by shaking his head and letting out a loud “I meant- I meant that I’m feeling really good. I’m excited for the show, I slept plenty last night so I’m not tired, and I stretched this morning so I’m not achy like I usually am when I wake up.”

He could visibly see Branch’s tightly-wound demeanor relax, and the younger troll stood to join his brother as they headed out of the dressing room.

“Great. Now come on. They’re not too far away.”

And it was only when they made it into the break room, overstuffed couches laden with throw pillows and the ground practically made of mismatched rugs that Floyd realized all of his brothers had hair caps on. They’d happily yelled out his name when he walked in, and Branch had guided the troll over to a couch to sit down before nodding at JD, who’d been chuckling at the fact that Floyd was staring at them as if they all had grown second heads. 

“How ya feelin’, bro-bro? Ready for BroZone’s big debut into Pop Village?”

“Well, when you put it like that, admittedly nervous. But excited, all the same. I’ve missed singing with you all, truly.” He smiled up at his older brothers, who, upon hearing that, all exchanged a look. They nodded at each other, and Bruce took a deep breath while reaching up to the cap covering his hair.

“Well, buddy, we’ve got a bit of a pre-show gift for you,” he started.

“We know how much your hair means to you, and how hard the change has been on you,” Clay continued.

“So we wanted to do a little something just to remind you that you aren’t alone, with how you’re feeling. No matter how hard it may be at times,” Branch finished, and all four of them pulled off their hair caps after JD counted down from three.

And Floyd instantly burst into tears.

Streaking through each of their hair was bold white streaks, the color dyed at the roots of their hair and stretching up and up, just like Floyd’s. It looked natural- how did they do that? 

A million thoughts were running through his mind, but Floyd couldn’t grasp at a single one as the tears continued to pour down his face. He reached out to them, and his brothers were all surrounding him, hugging him tightly. 

“Surprise,” Branch sang softly, and Floyd grabbed onto his arm, squeezing it tightly as he hugged him. He was making his best attempt to hug everyone, which, seeing as it was four full-grown trolls was a bit hard- but the appreciative smile that was plastered onto his face like the sun piercing through a veil of thick clouds was hard to miss. He continued to cry into the hug, emotions overwhelming him as he went from sobs, to weeping that had the four of them pulling him down from the couch and to the ground and up into their arms. 

It took him a few minutes to pull himself together enough to wipe his eyes, but when he did, Floyd gave his brothers the most grateful look he could manage. He didn’t expect to see them crying, too, but it was clear that he’d affected them by crying so hard- and, the fact that they’d already been having a hard time keeping it together even before surprising him with the monumental change. Trolls didn’t just dye their hair- tinsel and extensions were normal in Pop Village but to physically change it like that? It was almost taboo.

“Man, I love you guys so much. I can’t believe you’d just… do that. For me. It means… it means so much.” His voice wavered as he broke down into tears again, but forced himself to reel it in as John Dory patted his back with a big grin.

“Believe it, bro. We’d go to the ends of the earth for you, this wasn’t nothin’ but a stone’s throw across the water if you ask me.”

“What’d I do to deserve such good brothers?” Floyd laughed tearfully, and Clay ruffled his hair gently. “Some would say you were born into this family. And that’s how you got such good brothers.”

The younger troll laughed, taking his brother’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Okay, that was a little cheesy,” Floyd chuckled. “But I gotta ask, who…”

“It was John Dory’s idea,” Bruce boasted proudly for the older troll, who’s ears turned bright red as he looked away.

“Dah, anything for my little brother,” he tried to play it off. But Floyd wasn’t having any of that. The younger troll dove into his older brother, pulling him into a hug. He was followed by his four other brothers, who practically dogpiled him and fell on top of each other. A stunned silence befell the brothers before they burst into laughter, and Floyd could feel a massive weight he didn’t even know that was sitting on his chest lift and dissipate. And he knew right then and there that no matter how down he was feeling about himself, how bad everything could get at times, he would always have his brothers to rely on. There were going to be much, much brighter days ahead.

“I love you guys. So much.” “We love you too, Floyd. Don’t you forget it.”

And he wouldn’t. He never would. 

[wonryllis]

HAPPY FOR A WHILE ☆ ( sunghoon )

` —SOMETIMES, love will leave you even when it’s right.

preview. eversince the start, you had noticed something off. but you were far too into him to scrutinize things. as a result it came back to you when you were way in deep and thought everything was fine. (this is a repost!)

meet the cast. park sunghoon with gn!reader LIBRARY?

genre. angst, nonidol!au, side character death mentioned, sort of rebound!reader, no physical cheating, it's good i promise.

word count. around 1400 listen to. smile again by blackbear. 

827 days.

that’s how much time you’ve been in a relationship with sunghoon. a simple two expanding to so many days and so many more moments. you were never the one to keep a track, just too forgetful to continue the numbers, yet this time something is different, so different that it feels like another version of a first love.

3017 days; that’s sunghoon’s count.

at first you had assumed that he had simply made a mistake, when you saw the figure showing up on the lockscreen of his red iPhone. for a long time thinking that perhaps the count started from when he had known you, remembering the time he told you he knew you way before you got to know him.

but as time passed, all the pieces connected and everything made sense. how the first thing he wakes up in the morning and does is check for messages, fingers hovering over a certain contact you only caught a blurry glimpse of a few times. but never opening it as if waiting for a notification- an excuse. how on specific dates he disappears for the entire day only to come back home around midnight, always dressed in that blue shirt he never lets you touch, the cloth tucked away in the deepest corner of his closet. how sometimes he pauses for a minute before calling out to you, as if trying to find the right name or realizing you are the wrong person for the name at the tip of his tongue.

sometimes he would buy the wrong things, like a different ice cream flavor, different color of scarf, different shoe size, different boba flavor or coffee order, tickets for a different genre of movie or band concerts, forgetting your favorite or preferred ones; turns out it isn’t you who’s on his mind when he’s out in the store or the line. it hurt you everytime it happened but when he apologized, you couldn’t find it in you to question why and just forgave him.

you met him two and a half years ago, when he was in his most vulnerable phase. you had gotten to know from his friends about his break up, that he had recently been single again. the same friends who told you a few months ago that it wasn’t exactly a break up, his girlfriend died in a plane crash six months before you met him.

maybe that was what the count is for. he’s waiting for her, even when he knows she’s gone.

they say first love is a memory of a lifetime.

one might not still have romantic feelings for their first but they always remember, the person, the moments, the feelings of the past. maybe, just maybe if she was his first love it would have hurt a little less. but she wasn’t.

they had been dating for five years, had a lot of things they wanted to do together, a future they looked forward to with the other. and most of all, sunghoon was planning to propose when she came back from the work trip; but she never did.

eversince you often wondered why he agreed to be with you if he wasn’t over her yet. it had just been about a year after her death that you had made a move on him, soon asking him out to be your boyfriend. no one told you why he broke up with his girlfriend not to mention she wasn’t even alive anymore, sunghoon himself never talked about his past or her. maybe it was the same old, “she would’ve wanted me to move on”, but this wasn’t moving on, this was pretending to be. it made you question whether all those loving things he did and still does with you, for you are genuine or not.

in all those movies you’ve seen and books you’ve read, where the character stays even though their partner is cheating physically or emotionally, you never understood why, why they never leave but perhaps now you do.

“do you love me?” you had once asked him when he was drunk, trusting the saying ‘a drunk mind speaks a sober heart’, holding his face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes so he knows it’s not her but you. “i really want to,” he had mumbled softly, a whisper of her name following after, so inaudible yet you still heard it; it was as if he felt guilty for trying to find new happiness. the words had broken your heart, but you wanted, still want to stay. for you it’s the attachment and the hope, and the love, how he treats you better than any of your exes though you’ve always been in healthy relationships.

and watching him wake up everyday, and then checking for a sign of her, you realize as long as he wanted, you would keep pretending along with him. because just like he’s stuck with a part of her, you’re stuck with a part of him. a part of him which maybe actually loves you, or at least shows that he does.

what they had he considered forever, knowing very well the forever would end someday but he didn’t know it would be that soon. and just like that you think you can go on like this forever, even if that forever were to end tomorrow.

today you had a date planned, a table reserved in your favorite restaurant where you’re currently seated after sunghoon left in a hurry. he had gotten a call an hour ago, which he had excused himself to attend. you had managed to catch a glimpse of the contact name, it was her mother, his ex’s mother, he still had her saved as mother-in-law. when he came back to the table, a look of apology and dismay on his face- you immediately knew he had to leave. but he couldn’t just leave you there so you did what you thought would be best, told him you can go back on your own anyways and that you still wanted to stay out for a while longer so he need not worry. he told you to text him when you reach home and that he’ll be back late before he was out the door and you watched as he got into his car and drove away.

you know the call had something to do with her, you knew it the moment you looked into his eyes when he came back to leave. you are no one to decide what he should do with things to related to his past yet the fact that he cared enough to ask you even if it wasn’t words and even if you knew he would have left anyways showed that maybe he is trying; trying to live in the present. maybe the clench in your heart made you conscious of how he must feel. of course the pain is different for you both but you want to understand.

later at night when you go back to your shared apartment, you find sunghoon passed out in the living room, a cardboard box beside the couch, containing things you assume belonged to her. sunghoon is sitting on the floor, his head resting on the coffee table ontop of a handmade photobook, pages covered with pictures of him and his ex. just beside it, is his phone screen showing her contact opened, where the last message he sent dates back to three years ago,“have a safe flight, i love you,” a little bubble showing unread below the text.

something he has never before said to you, only ever replying with a 'me too’, maybe someday you both will find a paradise where the past will be a happy memory or perhaps you’ll part ways. all you know that you were happy for awhile, the while before you knew of her. you’re still happy now, not all parts of you, but the part which has come to love him enough to disregard that he’s not wholly yours.

it feels bittersweet to love him, like a dust storm swallowing the sky yet the sky is still there in all glory. you’ll hold him for as long as you can, as long as he will want you to. maybe he'll learn to love you enough to let her go, or maybe you'd learn to love him enough to let him go.

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[qvrcll]

suggestive + fluff

swimming with snow would entail quite a number of things:

he’s a touchy-feely sort of person. very intelligent when manoeuvring up and around you, allowing him just enough space to invade yours. he’s sneaky about it too - a palm resting against your belly (oddly warm and soft in its receive when it rubs affectionately against you), fingers that tickle at your sides, arms that tuck against you like vices rather than just tendons. when you smile at it, bring it up, tell him to quit it, he’s only likely to be more encouraged.

the first to offer you a towel to wrap yourself up when you get the chance. he’ll be all nonchalant about it too, a swipe of a glance and his hand extended bearing the soft material, letting out a little “here you go,” when really, he’s rebounding against every move in his head like chess. wondering whether you think he’s a fool, whether the towel would catch fire and burn, whether you would even appreciate the sentiment. but as soon as you’re curving into that smile you always give him, his worries are scattered. but, wait, is that a sneaky hand that nests against your shoulder?

he likes to hang back and observe you like he is absent within the moment. expect him to sit behind you whilst you converse with the others that have joined you, resting his cheek against the back of you, kissing the soft, wet flesh occasionally. a bit of a starer too - takes little shame in setting his eyes on you. your lips? he’s already flitting down towards them with more than a breath. your eyes? he has yet to break contact. your neck? beware, he’s beginning to grow antsy without kissing it till the skin starts to fester.

he’d be so annoying with this but loved to loop his finger through your bathing suit and stretch it out, before letting it band and snap against your skin. nothing too much to hurt, but enough for you to to squeal at. he likes to believe that he does it for the sole purpose of aggravating you, but really, he enjoys the little noises you let up too. the way you whine at him, tell him to stop because it hurts so much (it doesn’t, the effect of it is what you desire), the little frown that pulls at your face as your eyes pool with faux anger. a droll lick of fire he finds comical above all things else. when he’s got you on tenterhooks, almost avoiding him out of luck, to get out of his grasp, he’ll pull you back into his chest and kiss his way into an apology. really, it’s all too easy. the heat of the sun working your front as he works the string of your swim top between two lousy fingers - and there’s nothing but the scrape of sand to keep him quite as cool.

does this harrowing little move where whenever he gets out of the water, he’ll inch his way towards you slowly when you’re least on your guard. when he’s close, he’ll clinch his palms around your ankles and pull. pull, not with decency, but instead, he’ll play the dirty game, where he uses all of his strength and get you under him in a swipe. likes it when you giggle, he says, or squeal when his arm swipes against your own and you can see just how much bigger he is in comparison to you (his biceps come as hulking pieces of meat to your eye, curved and powerful) or if his thighs unintentionally come forward to trap your own in between them, digging into the sand as his dog tags coldly dangle against your neck with a blurring ache. no need to quieten, no one is watching.

refuses to divulge into this particular secret but loves kissing you when you’ve both been deep into the water, where your kisses are practically marred with the salty brine of the waves. when he kisses, its like he’s been starved of that, too. all hungry, consuming, when his lips work against yours in quick succession, marking them with little bruises where he doesn’t see it fit to stop. but when you’ve both been swimming? salt enters the equation. a bitter tinge in your mouth and he’s keening for the taste of the bitter mineral slotted against your mouth. it’s like something primal to him and a bitter thing, that he will take to the grave.

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Part one

It had been a month since you and Eddie had kissed, a month since Chrissy had broken up with him for Jason.

Turning Eddie down was one of the hardest things you'd ever done but it was for the best, you couldn't be his second choice or just a rebound to him.

You loved him too much for you just to be that.

Since the breakup Eddie was slowly getting over Chrissy, it was a process and you didn't want him to rush it. Some days were good and he would be his usual snarky, sarcastic yet sweet self.

Other days he was more withdrawn or took to picking fights with the dark side (referring to Jason, his friends and team mates) and you made sure to be there for him, even if he didn't want to say much after.

You'd just hold his hand or distract him with bands he loved and new ideas for D&d campaigns.

He'd talk to you about Chrissy at first, about how much he missed her, how he still loved her.

Then he began to notice other girls again and you were left with an ache in your heart that maybe there wasn't a future someday for you and Eddie after all. Obviously the kiss was more comfort than Eddie wanting to truly kiss you.

There was a small part of you that wondered if you'd be better off in trying to get over your feelings, you had tried before but maybe it was time to do it again?

❤️

Eddie knew you were good friends with Steve Harrington and he also knew how much Dustin worshipped the dude, Eddie grudgingly had to admit that Steve wasn't the enemy or a douchebag like he previously thought.

Well, that was until now and he was back on the Harrington is a dick train. Except he wasn't. Not really. Eddie just didn't like the way you giggled at Steve's jokes or Harrington's ease at flirting with you.

Steve was fine though, He could deal with Steve, but Nate was another thing. Nate who was on the swim team and looked at you like he wanted to devour you or some creepy shit like that.

His jokes weren't even funny yet you laughed at them and thought he was a nice guy. Handsome, you had told Eddie the other night nearly causing Eddie to choke on his Yoohoo.

Something he was still pissed about and made his feelings well known.

"Princess, he's like a Carver clone. Have you seen how long it takes him to style his hair?" you just rolled your eyes at Eddie who was left feeling out of sorts after you called Nate handsome.

Robin had piped up at that point "Seriously? come on we know Noah is so not your type. I've seen the posters on your wall"

Come to think of it Eddie mused you were more into the rocker type than preppy, pretty boys like Nate. Robin blushed and suddenly you were all stern and avoiding his eyes.

"I'm trying out something new" you muttered and Eddie shook his head labelling all the things Nate did that he hated.

Top of the list was him flirting with you every chance he got. The amount of times Eddie had found Nate sniffing around you was beginning to get on his nerves.

"How can you fall for his shit princess?" just over six weeks ago you admitted to having feelings for him. Did the feelings just vanish? Were you over him?

His heart stutters at that thought, he really doesn't like that thought...

Eddie had been thinking about your kiss more times than he'd like to admit. There was a spark between you, a fight building up inside him to resist kissing you again.

It stunned Eddie how much he wanted to kiss you again, how much he thought about you when you weren't with him and how he hoped that the feelings you had for him hadn't vanished.

Because he was entirely sure he was falling in love with you and he didn't want to be too late and you moved on to someone like Nate.

He really tried to notice other girls instead of you but it never worked, he still thought about you every day, you were the one he was falling for, no one else.

Nate would only break your heart. Nate who probably didn't get stupid butterflies in his stomach every time you looked at him it was ridiculous how soft you made Eddie when you just glanced at him or casually touched his shoulder.

The feelings had always been there he thinks, just waiting to fully bloom. Getting stronger and stronger until he couldn't ignore them, growing more intense as you were by his side through the Chrissy break up.

He knows he never felt like this about Chrissy, he knows that he needs to let out how feels about you before he explodes.

Sure as hell he was not going to to let some overprivilged, preppy douchebag steal his girl.

No fucking way.

❤️

Nate had spent most of the week talking to you, making you laugh with silly jokes.

Yet there was that voice in your head (very much like Eddie's voice) that was telling you this was a bad idea, that you didn't want Nate at all, that you only wanted Eddie.

Eddie didn't like Nate but he kept his opinions to a minimum thought you were sure that would change, he was never one to hide how he felt for too long.

Speaking of Eddie, he had been different the last week. Softer with you, more touchy feely and intently focused on you. It was not helping you get over him one bit.

You're trying to concentrate on what Nate is saying, be cool and witty though it occurs to you that with Eddie you never have to try so hard to make him laugh or smile (his dimples made you weak)

There's a slam of a locker behind you as Nate moves closer and plays with your hair, his flirting ramping up even more.

The noise makes you jump as Nate moves away from you and reveals Eddie. Eddie who's eyes are flashing dangerously and looks ready to unleash chaos.

"Munson, didn't see you there.You wanna scram so I can talk to this pretty...' he doesn't get to finish his sentence as Eddie's jaw tenses and that look is back in his eyes again.

Nate pales and you steadily grow more angry with Eddies response.

"Calm down freak, I was just talking" Eddie glares at him and snorts.

"Yeah, just talking, I know you Nate and you're a user. Get the hell away from her or I'll break everyone of your fucking fingers"

Stuttering Nate backs off and you watch him go not knowing what to say, once he's gone you round on Eddie.

"What was that?" you snap and Eddie just shrugs which infuriates you even more.

"He's a douchebag player, I didn't want you getting hurt" and you'd believe that if he hadn't been so touchy all week.

"Try again Eddie. Maybe that's true for Nate but what about Steve?" he had been weird with Steve when you went to Family Video and the two of you engaged in your usual banter.

"The dude flirts with you all the time, all of that King Steve bullshit" Eddie doesn't really believe it when he says it, he knows Steve's not like that anymore but how can he explain that watching you with Steve makes his chest ache?

It was corny, something he hadn't felt before and made him think he was in one of those romantic books you liked to read, the ones with all the pining and angst.

He misses when all he had to worry about was D&D, not the fact he's in love with his best friend.

"He's not like that anymore Eddie, and it's not flirting it's just teasing, it doesn't give you the right to bite his head off like you did yesterday"

There's tears in your eyes and Eddie stiffens, shit. He never wanted to make you cry. Your tears are like Eddie's kryptonite.

"Look, when you actually want to discuss this like adults then you know where to find me" you storm off before he can say anything else and he kicks himself for not just telling you the truth.

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After your fight with Eddie you rushed home from school furious and not wanting to spend another second in his presence.

You couldn't help that Nate liked you, so why was he so annoyed? A small, teeny part of you wonders if he's jealous, but that was ridiculous, you knew he didn't feel that way about you.

You hear the telltale sound of Eddie's van in the distance and work yourself up to give him another piece of your mind, you open the door and he rushes inside.

There's a determined glint to his eye, it's probably the most serious you've ever seen him look.

"Just answer me one question sweetheart. Do you still have feelings for me or have you moved on?" the words come out in a rush and it startles you out of your sour mood with him.

"I... Nate is a great guy but I love you Eddie, I just can't get over you that quickly" he nods, his steely glare softens and he moves forward until you're inches apart.

"Good, then I'm not too late" he cups your face in your hand then he kisses you and it takes your breath away, it's everything. Full of passion, intensity and... love.

Eddie pulls back and you're struggling to remember what you were even mad about. Actually you want to pinch yourself to make sure this isn't some very vidid daydream.

"Good, because I want to be with you okay, for weeks I've been wrestling with the fact that I want to kiss you senseless, that I want to call you mine"

It's words you've always wanted to hear but you're still hesitant. Still full of the fear that he just sees you as a rebound.

"Is this a rebound from Chrissy? I want to be sure Ed's because I couldn't take it if this is all it is. Just a way for you to move on from her" he shakes his head vehemently and strokes your cheek, gaze full of tenderness.

" I don't want Chrissy. I'm completely over her princess she's in the past. You're not a rebound. All I want is you, no one else.

You work hard to hide your smile and playfully tell him off for distracting you from being so mad. That kiss still tingling on your lips.

"Eddie, you can't just kiss a girl like that without warning' you tease and tug him closer to you. 'I love you and I'd very much like if you would kiss me again. We have a lot of lost time to make up for"

He obliges straight away. With a lot of time to make up for Eddie plans to make it up to you all night.

❤️🖤

[quicksilverdaisyday]

DAISY’S BIG SWAP PILGRIM AU DUMP

i’ve been drawing nonstop for the past day and a half so i figured i should share some more of my au. bear with me here because some of these character choices are a little odd

FIRST OFF. sex bob-omb is now a shitty emo band (i have zero name ideas) consisting of hollie, matthew, and ramona. lynette is also here and she is wearing a gir hoodie. this, of course, means neil is now a member of the clash at demonhead, kim is seething over her highschool boyfriend, and stephen is… pretty well-adjusted, honestly.

next up, todd and envy have swapped places. todd is now the lead singer (but still also a bassist), and envy is backing vocals (and keyboard). todd is also still a HUGE FUCKING CHEATER!!! he’s just cheating on envy with neil this time. (also, instead of vegan powers, envy has redhead powers.)

(this au is based on the comics, but if it were based on takes off, then envy would fall in love with roxie. which i think is hilarious.)

speaking of roxie, she’s honestly pretty chill! she’s ramona’s cool lesbian roommate, obviously, and has a weirdly large collection of ninja gear for no discernible reason. WALLACE, on the other hand, is not chill at all. he’s still clearly not over scott. (i can’t think of a good design for him yet, but i have a vague idea of his skillset/powers)

next is gideon, who’s swapped with knives. he starts out as ramona’s sweet but dorky boyfriend, and after she leaves him he completely reinvents himself into an absolute asshole. also, he dates lynette as a rebound (he does not care about her)

lastly, knives. she’s, uh… not doing so well. wants scott back, for some godforsaken reason, and is willing to go extreme lengths to achieve that.

i still need to draw lucas/lisa and ken+kyle/sandra+monique, along with a few others, but this is what i have so far!