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Claude: … Chloe, I didn’t mean this. I…

Band kids are wild

So most of this story happened the year before my freshman year, but a lot of the fallout was still going on into my freshman year.

Let me just start this by say, band kids are freaking wild. there was a lot of real scary, inappropriate shit that went on in Marching Band and Wind Ensemble. This story, however, takes the cake.

The way our band room is set up is the main area with cabinets for the instruments lining the walls. On the wall opposite the entrance, there is a door to the band director’s office (She was a horrible, disgusting piece of trash, but that’s another story) On the other end of the room, there were three doors adjacent to each other that lead to different small rooms. The one closest to the entrance held our uniforms for marching season (It was locked to everyone except the booster parents in charge of them, so no one really messed with it.) Next to that, was the drum room where all the drum line equipment was kept, and all of the percussion kids would smoke weed, and do other hard drugs, along with illicit acts I won’t mention. (Mind you, that room was only ~8x8 so it was super small idk how they didn’t get caught) On the other side of the drum room is the tuba room (Held tubas, duh, and all the PA equipment for marching season) and then a door leading to the back parking lot.

So all this shit wen on above the tuba room. That’s right, I said above. No, this school didn’t have a two-story band room, these kids were in the crawl space above the room, where there were probably plenty of dead rats, bugs, and asbestos, but whatever. They managed to somehow get an Xbox, a TV, and a couple beanbags up there without alerting any adults. This was about 6-7 of the band kids that would wait up in the crawl space until everyone left after hours and party in the band room, drinking and whatnot.

The only reason they got found out was because of this obnoxious freshman at the time, Shane. He was caught climbing on the shelves through the hole and into the crawl space. No one in Administration found out, because the band director didn’t want to lose her job, so she just tipped of janitorial that they needed to seal that and gave Shane so many strikes (community service orders for band) but he’s a true homie and didn’t rat his buddies out so that’s cool.

Bad Ideas (M)

Rowoon decides to finally confess to you after you’ve been away for a while, but things take a turn…

Protagonists: Rowoon & you

Word Count: 3,3k

Genre: Smut

A/N: Don’t hate me, I wanted to write my first fluffy fic, but it gave me bad ideas… The original title was “Confession”. I know he just debuted, but he’s a 96′ liner and we’re all going to Kpop hell anyway. I’m not even sorry for this one. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


It’s only now that he is in front of your building that doubts start creeping in his head. What if she didn’t miss me? What if she gets angry for dropping by unannounced? He tries to shake off this spiral of negative thoughts by stretching his back and rolling his shoulders. Rowoon looks up at the series of windows where he guesses your apartment is, wondering if you had time to unpack your suitcases.

A group of high school girls pass him on the street and he promptly looks down at his feet, hiding his eyes behind his cap. Why does she have to live so close to a school? He sighs and the black mask he is wearing sticks on his face and mouth. He might as well make a move or go back to the dorm already.

An elderly man carrying bags walks by in direction of the apartment complex and he offers to assist, seizing the opportunity to enter the building. The singer holds the front door and helps the elder get on the elevator with his bags. After a low bow and a short thankful exchange, the doors close and Rowoon is left alone in the hall. 

Should I call her? He has a strange feeling about this. He is usually confident, but the closer he gets to confess, the further away you seem.


It was a year ago, he was with Inseong on break between practices when they decided to stop by a coffee shop. They entered and he immediately noticed you, sitting with your long legs crossed at a high table near the counter. The spring sun was illuminating the whole place and time seemed to stay still for a few seconds. You ran your fingers through your hair before bringing them back on your coffee mug, your nails carelessly hitting the ceramic in rhythm.

You were smiling brightly at the guy in front of you and the whole time Rowoon and Inseong waited at the counter, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing glances your way. When he looked at you for the seventh time, your eyes locked and the air stopped in his chest. Inseong saw his face and followed his gaze with a cheeky smile.

“Minwoo-hyung!” He half-yelled in the empty coffee shop. Rowoon reluctantly turned his head and noticed for the first time that the guy sitting with you was working in marketing for their company. His name was Minwoo and he was an American-Korean who was only 3 years older than Inseong. Everyone at the company knew how much of a player he was, basically dating a new hopeless girl every month. A fire began to burn in Rowoon’s chest, spreading to his ears, making them turn bright red.

“Hi guys, I guess you’re on break? You should sit with us while you wait.” Minwoo smiled back at Inseong and gestured the high table next to them. Rowoon sat in dead silence, wondering why their hyung would want them to crash his date. This time he avoided to look at the foreigner girl, staring at the wood design of the table instead. Inseong happily introduced himself in English and you were instantly wowed by his ability.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” He immediately proceeded to ask where you were from and your age, but you just blushed and giggled the questions away.

“You’re Rowoon right?” He lifted his head amazed at the way his name fell out of your lips and sounded so marvelously smooth. When your eyes locked again, he mumbled his greetings in English with a small voice. You stared in curiosity, making it hard for him to form coherent thoughts. “I already know about SF9, I’m sorry if that’s weird”. A nervous giggle climbed your throat and the young man continued to look at you until the barista interrupted with two coffees.

“Do you guys need to go or do you want to stay with us a little longer? Y/n still has time left, right?” Minwoo kindly switched back the conversation to Korean.

“I don’t have to get back to work right away Oppa, it’s alright.” You answered in Korean with a heavy accent.

“Oh, then we also still have time. How do you speak Korean so well?” Rowoon asked politely. He was instantly more comfortable and bold in his own language. Inseong raised an eyebrow, knowing that the younger singer was the one who wanted to go back sooner to the dance studio.

“I’ve been working here for a year, Minwoo-oppa is one of my housemates.” The girl warmly grinned at him, making his heart skipped a beat. I guess they are not on a date then. He smiled back.


I need to tell her. I need to tell her how much I missed her when she was away. Rowoon presses the button to call the elevator down again. He let his feelings build up for a year before being ready to confess, if he waits any longer you might start to seriously see someone. He doesn’t want to end up being just a friend forever.

His fingers are nervously drumming the side of his thighs as the elevators doors open and he gets in. The singer pulls the mask down on his chin and press 12, the strange feeling in his guts intensifies as the lift starts to move. When he gets out on the twelfth floor, he mechanically walks to your place even if only has been there once since you moved. Rowoon barely gets to knock 2 times before you swing open the door and he bounces back in surprise.

Holy shit. She wouldn’t have answered the door half-naked, right? He gulps. His eyes wander on your legs before he looks up, avoiding eye-contact.


Your mouth forms a silent “O” when you register who’s standing at your front door. You just thought the pre-paid delivery was there and opened it without thinking. Rowoon’s gaze caresses your legs disappearing under the oversize t-shirt you threw on. The way he looks at your body longer than necessary makes you blush and you clear your throat before trying to speak.

“I thought you were the chicken!” You laugh to hide your discomfort and stare at him behind the chaos of your wet locks of hair.

“Hu-uum, well I-” Rowoon starts. Oh god, I look like a total mess. Remembering your current state, you panic and interrupt him.

“Did you miss me that much? Is that why you’re already visiting me?” You playfully hit his shoulder, trying to sound has normal as you could, but blabbering nonsense. “I just got back and took a much-deserved very hot bath.” 

WHY? Jeez, you hate yourself. The words escaped your mouth before you realized. This isn’t the kind of things you should be saying to your younger male friend. No big deal where you’re from, but Koreans are a bit more cautious with their choice of words.

“Yeah, I know that you just got back. That’s why I’m here.” He frowns. “I mean, the bath is not why I’m here. I didn’t know about the bath. It’s not something I would have known about, right? What I mean is… I’m here to see you…not see you in the bath… But it’s also logical that you would want to wash after the fligh-“ His ears are bright red and he clearly needs help to finish that speech.

“Ok, you’re being weird.” You cut him off, ending both of your sufferings “I’m sorry, I’m not on my more reserved side right now. You want to come in? I’ll behave.” Raising an eyebrow, you open the door wider. You must admit, you’re really flattered to be able to make him flustered like that.

“Wait?! Shouldn’t you put something else on?” Pure panic is perceivable in his voice and he’s staring at his feet seemingly terrified to look up. Why is he that nervous? He has seen you in your pajama before.

The only time you saw him like that was when you covered HyunA at a karaoke and tried to get him to dance with you. You were so drunk that you kept telling him repeatedly how hot he was. The next day, Rowoon was so uncomfortable he couldn’t meet your eyes, so you lied and said you didn’t remember anything. When you asked to know what you did to embarrass him, he lied too and you both never talked about it again. Great memory there, Soju-champion. A faint blush creeps on your cheeks and when you look down at yourself, you finally get his agitation.

“Rowoon… I am wearing shorts.” You make that statement in the dullest tone and move to the side to let him in. He passes you like a ghost, more dead than alive. A million thoughts run through your head. “Why would you think I’m answering the door wearing only a t-shirt anyway?” You ask trying to ease the tension of the weird atmosphere.

“I-I thought you just threw something on when you got out of the bath, sorry.” His expression is still dark, probably because of the embarrassment.

A quick knock on the door you closed seconds ago stops you from reassuring him and you accept the chicken delivery without further ceremony. When you turn around to move to the kitchen you are surprise to see the singer is still standing in the small corridor.

“I should go now and let you eat.” He asserts hastily trying to get around you and leave. You firmly grab his arms and turn him around. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your face and goosebumps spread on your arms. Rowoon towers over you, his dark eyes looking straight into yours for the first time since you opened the door.

“Then why are you here?” Your voice falls flat in the tiny space. It sounds more like an accusation than the invitation to stay longer you intended.

“I missed you.” Even if he casually said those words to you before, you feel his whisper this time is slightly different, needy. He’s still inspecting your eyes, begging you to answer a question you’re not sure he asked. Rowoon slowly licks his lips, something you know him to do when he’s edgy. Suddenly, it proves to be too much and you pull on his arm to bring him closer. Your lips brush gently against his and you immediately back off keeping your eyes shut.

“I missed you too” …But not in a friend kind of way. There goes a year of self-control, congrats y/n.

Before you find the courage to open your eyes and face him, you are being pushed to the wall. Rowoon’s lips crash on yours again, this time, fiercely. You gasp in his mouth, surprised, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He presses his body to feel you closer and you kiss him back slightly parting your lips. His right hand is on the wall next to your head while his left hand is getting lost in the wet mess of your hair.

You drop the bag of chicken on the ground to get a hold of his shoulders and keep him close. All thoughts about preserving your friendship vanished and you abandon yourself in his embrace. Rowoon’s tongue begins exploring your mouth, so soft and warm that you let out a needy moan. The young singer pulls back astonished and you seize the opportunity to take his black mask and slide his jacket off. Once they’re next to the chicken on the floor, you grab his neck, closing the gap between your lips again. It’s not too long before you’re both panting, your bodies craving each other. Rowoon drops his head, sucking gently where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Let’s move to my room.” When you lightly push him away, he pouts before obediently following you to your room.  He sits on your bed and looks up in awe as you take your shorts off. You’re staring at him, only in your panties and oversize t-shirt, waiting for him to remove his pants.

As soon as they are free, his hands are on your thighs, caressing them up and down. “I love your legs.” He deeply groans while his fingers trail up, exploring your bare skin. “Oh, I know.” You grin and climb on his lap, thinking of all those times you caught him peeking at your thighs. You tug at the hem of his t-shirt, urging him to take it off too.

When his abs are exposed you bite your lower lip and an impressed hiss escapes your mouth. “God you’re hot.” He smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “Hotter than what I told you that day at the karaoke.” He pecks your lips again but ends up chuckling against your cheeks. “I thought it was the soju…” You grab his chin and look in his dark brown irides.

“I have eyes. Did you forget I knew you as an Idol before? I already had a crush and bad ideas about you.” You begin to grind your hips against his in rhythm, making him moan as he firmly holds your ass. Between pants, Rowoon nibbles your neck and his hands explore your body. He reaches underneath your t-shirt to cup your breasts and tease your nipples.

Bad ideas, hum?” Your wetness soaks your panties with each grind of his clothed bulge against you. “Ro-Rowoon…” After a moment, you start to believe you’ll both come undone like this, but he uses his weight to flip you on the bed. Rowoon blinks, searching for his breath as you remove your t-shirt and stare innocently at him.

“y/n…” His murmur sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, he starts to kiss his way down on your body and his fingers gently touch the wetness through your lace panties. He leaves a last kiss on your right hip before giving you a lustful gaze and tossing them aside.  His thumb slides up and down your opening, spreading your wetness. You fist the sheets of your bed, trying to hold onto reality. He inserts a finger inside you, moving it carefully and gauging your reaction. “Aa-ah, please… Rowoon…” You whine and he adds a finger, feeling a bit more confident. He moves them back and forth, curling them occasionally to look at you curve your back, fascinated. He’s panting laboriously, letting out groans and scattering kisses on your soft skin. The sight of you getting off on his fingers is making him crazy. “Noona… Hum- Is this for real?”

You can’t help but wonder too, the situation seems surreal; the man of your dream is gently sucking the soft skin of your inner thigh while letting out little moans. His chest is rising and falling in rhythm, his black hair is a mess and his lips are swollen and red. Rowoon is kneeling next to your bed, in-between your legs. “Come here.” Your voice is hoarse and you sensually gesture him with your finger. He climbs up the bed to meet your needy lips. “This is real…” The weight of his body is pinning you to the mattress. It only makes you want him more and you grind your hips against his. Rowoon grunts in the kiss and drops his head in frustration. “I don’t have protection; I really didn’t think that we’d-”

“It’s okay.” You interrupt and can’t help but giggle when he thanks God and Buddha as you reach in your bedside table. In no time, Rowoon is fully naked in front of you, rolling down a condom on his length. Leaning on your elbows, you bite your lower lip, appreciating the sight. The corner of his mouth curl up in a shy smile and you notice how red his ears still are. “I can’t believe you’re still blushing.” His black gaze meets yours.

“What can I say; you have no idea the effect you have on me.” His cheesiness makes you laugh and he tries to stop it with his lips while he’s positioning himself on top of you. He begins to suck on the tip of your tongue, prolonging the embrace until you’re both searching for air. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and you gasp in anticipation but he stops his movements. “Are you sure?” His voice is almost inaudible and if you were a meter away you wouldn’t have heard it. You nod and his eyes scan yours for confirmation. What he finds seems to reassure him because he slowly sinks himself in you, still maintaining eye contact.

After few seconds of immobility, Rowoon starts to move again at a maddeningly gentle pace. “Faa-faster” You beg. He obliges and brings his palm behind your right knee to spread your legs and allow himself deeper. You both cry out when he begins to move faster and harder. The sounds of moans and skin against skin rapidly fill the room and you close your eyes, overwhelmed by your senses. Rowoon plants sloppy kisses on your neckline. You grip his hair and shoulder, his breath and saliva trailing patterns on your chest.

He lets go of your leg to drop his body closer to yours and brings his thumb to your sensitive bud. When it starts to rub little circles, you become even more of a mess, trembling and clenching your thighs against his legs. His name falls of your lips like a mantra and he returns it to you with low animal grunts. He speeds up his pace again, his hips hitting you firmly with each thrust. The mixture of pain and pleasure begins to make you lose all awareness and your orgasm builds up in your stomach. You completely reach your high right when Rowoon cries your name while coming undone. The peak of sensations sends you over the edge. Spasms take control of your body and you abandon yourself to the waves of pleasure. Rowoon collapses next to you, breathing loudly while you both try to regain composure.

After a moment, he looks at you and caresses your cheek with his index. “Are you okay?” You turn your head his way, a bit startled. “Why? Aren’t you?!” He just laughs in response and brings your body closer to his. For a few minutes, you just lay on his chest, feeling the drowsiness settle upon you both, until your stomach protests his starvation. The memories of the rest of the night hit you and you start to worry about what tonight means for your relation. You may have dream of this ever since you met him at the café, but you were kind of hoping for more than a hook up.

“Hum, so you didn’t really tell me why you came here tonight…” You look up to him, but his eyes are closed.

“Oh…” He pauses and then smiles. “To confess.”

“Oh… And how did it go?” Relieved, you chuckle excitedly.

“Hum… I think it went pretty amazing, to be honest!” You both giggle and he lovingly gazes at you through his eyelashes. Was this always this easy? We should have done that ages ago. Before any of you can add anything, your stomach makes a new protest noise and you stand up embarrassed.

“Well I guess the chicken is cold now and I have to wash up again. Care to join me in the shower?” You turn around, ready to sexily wave your hips and make him follow you to the bathroom, but he grabs your hand.

“Wait. We should warm the chicken and eat first.” Rowoon hesitates and bites his lower lip a bit embarrassed. “We could get dirty again afterwards, I mean…”  He playfully winks at you. “Why wash up? I want to know all about those bad ideas you said you had…”


- Lyly. (I live on a twelfth floor and this could be my studio #oops) ;) 

M A S T E R L I S T

A Random PSA On The Gei of Geisha - Part 1

The questions surrounding what arts that maiko and geiko practice comes up regularly, and instead of just posting them onto one of the tabs I’d rather lay it out in a post here first.  

The “Gei” (芸) in Geisha(芸者)/Geiko(芸妓)/Geigi(芸妓) means “Art” and there are many branches and types of art that one can master. For this part we’ll be looking at the direct performing arts that everyone knows the geisha are renowned for: music and dance.


Dance - Mai (舞)
All traditional Japanese dance styles have their roots in Shinto ceremonies that date back at least two millennia. There are two main styles to traditional dance practiced today:

-Noh (能): Originally arrived in Japan from China in the 8th century and developed into the style we know today in the 13th century by Kan’ami (assisted by his son Zeami). Derived from the classical court style dances, it features small, precise movements to tell a story. It can be seen as “boring” or “obscure” if you’re not sure what to look for as you need to understand the movements to appreciate them to the fullest. This isn’t to say that it isn’t beautiful to behold without prior knowledge as it is quite enchanting! Gion Kobu’s Inoue school is part of the Noh tradition. 

-Kabuki (歌舞伎): Derived directly from Shinto ceremonies, it was created in 1603 by Izumo No Okuni, a shrine priestess who created her own style of dance and performed it on the dry riverbed of the Kamo River. She became so famous that she was invited to perform in front of the emperor! After seeing how popular the style of dance had become rival dance groups sprung up around her and established the kabuki that we know today. The style is known for its dramatic and often “wild” movements that are meant to be appreciated by the common people. Pontocho’s Onoe, Miyagawa Cho’s Wakayagi, Kamishichiken’s Hanayagi, and Gion Higashi’s Fujima schools are part of the Kabuki tradition.


Music - Raku (楽)
What would dance be without music? Music, like dance, can be broken down into two types: voice/song and instruments.

Singing - Uta (歌): Maiko and geiko learn traditional ballads that are performed alongside dance. There are two types: Kouta (小唄) which means “short songs/ballads” and Nagauta (長唄) which means “long songs/ballad.” They are learned by listening to an instructor and then repeating and/or transcribing the words and melody together. There’s no “set” way of reading or learning a song like there is for Western music, so it takes a large amount of practice to perform any uta properly (although there are a few methods that do exist).

Instruments - Gakki (楽器)
There are many instruments practiced in the karyukai, but I’ll only go over the most common ones that are seen and heard on a regular basis.

-Shamisen (三味線): A three stringed instrument that is played with a plectrum. It is the most common instrument in the karyukai as it developed as an instrument that the common people used. Most uta were created to be played with a shamisen. It resembles a simplified guitar and is played in a similar fashion.

-Tsuzumi (鼓): The all encompassing word for drums, but specifically dual sided drums that are roped together. There are three main types learned by maiko and geiko:

-Kotsuzumi (小鼓): Literally “Small Drum,” or sometimes known as the “regular” tsuzumi, it is held onto one’s shoulder and played by striking the drum with the free hand. 

-Ōtsuzumi (大鼓): Literally “Large Drum,” it is a larger size of the tsuzumi and features one end that is larger than the other. It produces a much deeper sound when struck.

-Taiko (太鼓): Literally “Great Drum,” they’re not the gigantic ones that are often seen at summer festivals, but rather closer in size to an otsuzumi. The taiko sits on a stand while the musician strikes it with rods known as bachi (桴). It is the closest equivalent to Western style drums.

-Fue (笛): The all encompassing word for flute, which in traditional Japanese style is usually made from bamboo. There are two types of fue that include:

-Shakuhachi (尺八): The high pitched iconic flute that is actually rare in the karyukai, it features 5 holes (4 on top and 1 underneath). Its sound is often described as “haunting” as it gently pierces through silence to deliver melodies full of both happiness and sadness.

-Shinobue (篠笛)/Yokobue (横笛): Flutes that are much closer to Western ones, but are still made from wood. It features 7 holes that allows it to play more notes than the shakuhachi. This type is often played with the end resting on the musician’s shoulder.

-Koto (事): A 13 stringed instrument that’s considered a type of lute although it plays closer to that of a harp. Due to its size it lays flat on the floor and the musician plucks the strings individually to produce sound. Those who are new to the koto often wear metal guards on their fingers to keep the strings from slicing into their skin until their hands have developed enough to withstand the pressure. 

-Kokyū (胡弓): Taught exclusively in Miyagawa Cho as it was once considered an instrument of the oiran, a kokyū is a smaller version of the shamisen that’s played upright with a bow instead of a plectrum. 

Bad Things Song!Fic

Originally posted by arkhangelsks

Bad things Song!Fic

Request: Can you do a song imagine with Happy with the song Bad Things by MGK & Camila Cabello.
For @mrsirishboru
Words: 2058
Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

The last time I wrote Smut was for Mad Princess Part 3 and before that it was a LONG time ago so eh, good luck with not cringing at this.


Maybe it was the alcohol or the thrill of being chased by the police that made you laugh. Your hand in Happy’s, you bolted down the street away from the law. Your old man led you through the back streets, you doubled back through a side alley and dove into an abandoned garage. Happy let go of your hand so that you could prop the door that you’d knocked though back up and Happy perched in the window with his gun ready and waiting.

The law ran pass and you cheered on their leaving with a fix of giggles.
Happy put his handgun down on a nearby seat before stepping over to where you were perched on an oil drum, his voice was deep and tempting, “What’re you laughing at?”
Alcohol made your cheeks flare with heat and you giggled again, “Why did I think drinking in the middle of the day with you would be a good idea?”

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

He stepped up to you, put his rough hands on your bare knees and pushed them open. He stepped between your legs and ran his hands up your thighs to the ripped edges of your shorts, his hands where harsh from violence and working in the garage and it made your stomach flip in excitement.  He ran his thumb along the inside of your thighs and the movement so close to your intimate area, even clothed, tickled and made you shiver.
“You think this is a bad idea?” His gravelly voice danced over your lips, when you inclined your face up to try to kiss him he inched his head back, smirking in victory.
“A very bad idea.” You mumbled and tipped your head up towards him.
One large hand slowly trailed up from your thigh, up your stomach giving you butterflies, slowly his hand moved between your breasts, up the nape of your neck and splayed across your throat.

Nothing’s that bad
If it feels good
So you come back
Like I knew you would
And we’re both wild
And the night’s young
And you’re my drug
Breathe you in ‘til my face numb
Drop it down to that bass drum
I got what you dream ‘bout
Nails scratchin’ my back tatt
Eyes closed while you scream out
And you keep me in with those hips
While my teeth sink in those lips
While your body’s giving me life
And you suffocate in my kiss
Then you said

You groaned lowly and tipped your head further back so he’d have more access to your neck. You loved it when Happy was in this mood. Often your sex life was rough, positions moving fast, hands grabbing at each other whenever you had chance. Happy was a busy man and you were busy working at the TM a lot so you had to catch each other whenever you could, especially because you liked to fuck a lot.

But this was Happy, wanting to take it slow, to tease you and make you groan. The police practically ready to catch you and the alcohol fuelling you just made it even more electric.

His hand stiffened around your neck slightly, just enough for him to show you how much he was going to drive you crazy. He tipped his head down, this time he didn’t tease you, he pushed his lips against yours hard. The hand still on your thigh squeezed hard, his fingerprints tattooing your soft skin. Your hand came up to take his Cut in your fists to pull him closers to you as you kissed. It wasn’t a fight for dominance, Happy was in charge and he showed you that through his kiss, his mouth commanding.

I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever like,
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

You could taste the jack on his tongue and you were sure that the moan echoing in your ears must have been your own.  He pulled away from you, smirking as he looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips.
His hand on your thigh travelled up to the button on your shorts and the hand from your throat joined it. You leaned back and with a hand on either side of the oil drum pushed yourself up so that Happy could pull down both your shorts and your underwear. He threw them somewhere near his gun, you couldn’t really find the effort to care about them now.

Happy’s lips were on your neck, one hand wound into your hair to hold your head to the side so that he could lick and bite his way down your neck unstopped.
The pressure of him pulling your hair made you moan and his teeth scraping against your collar bone made your hips jut upwards to where his other hand waited on the top of your thigh.
“You good?” The words rumbled against your neck.  This was why you loved him, even drunk and high from the thrill of the chase, he had enough about him to check that you wanted to continue.
“Good.” You moaned and his hand inched up towards your womanhood, your stomach tickled in anticipation.

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

A hard kiss distracted you from any discomfort as his hand cupped your womanhood, slicking his fingers before inserting them into you. You groaned against his chapped lipped but his hand and his kiss didn’t relent. He’d already set the pace, pumping his fingers in you fast and hard, listening to your groans and adjusting his speed to drive you crazy. In the back of your mind the alcohol hummed through your consciousness that this is crazy, you could get caught any second.
You didn’t worry about protection, you’d not told the club but you and Happy where almost trying to for a family.

Whatever happens, happens.

Jesus, how was he doing that with his thumb?

You groaned and pulled away from his kiss, weakly you pushed at his arm and he pulled away from you. Before he could worry that he had done something wrong you were feverishly pulling at his belt and jeans, yanking them down to the rhythm of his deep chuckle.
Liberated of his jeans and underwear, thanks to your nimble hands, he moved to removed his cut but you caught his cut in both of your hands and pulled him over to you, “Keep it on.”
His smirk was deadly, his fingers dug into your backside when he lifted you slightly off of the drum, pulling you forwards and onto him in one swift motion.

I can’t explain it
I love the pain
And I love the way your breath
Numbs me of novacaine
And we are
Always high
Keep it strange
Okay, yeah, I’m insane
But you the same
Let me paint the picture
Couch by the kitchen
Nothin’ but your heels on
Losin’ our religion
You’re my pretty little vixen
And I’m the voice inside your head
That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say
And you said

You cursed, your head falling to his chest. The leather of his cut was wound in your hands, you held onto him as he held you above the oil drum so that you wouldn’t hurt your legs as he set the savage pace.

“Haaap.” You groaned when his lips found your neck, his movements never relenting as his licked and bit at the delicate skin. You released his Cut, your hands coming down his sides and up his back under his shirt and leather so that you could sink your nails into his dark tattooed skin. He kissed a harsh curse against your ear as your nails tracked old scars and ink.
“Fuck girl.” His voice grated against your ear again and you knew that was a warning that he was getting close.

I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever like,
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

Day drinking and drug use will do that to a fella, not that you could say any better, your head was swimming with alcohol and endorphins as you rutted against the oil drum.
You moaned, an almost soundless moan of ecstasy, your nails scratched down to his buttocks as you stumbled into oblivion together.

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

You let yourselves have a few minutes of coming down, soft kisses over harsh bites and loving whispers that always seemed way too soft to come from your old man. He pulled his jeans and underwear back on before helping you dress, giving you the odd kiss to the inside of your leg as he did which made you giggle.

The way we love, is so unique
And when we touch, I’m shivering
And no one has to get it
Just you and me
'Cause we’re just living
Between the sheets

You’d both been dressed for maybe thirty seconds when the door was kicked in, you were pushed behind Happy as he steadied his gun at the intruder.

Chibs dropped his weapon and Tig held his hands up in mock defence.
They took in the sight of both you, Happy for the most part looked like he usually did when he’d been drinking but you were a different tale. Your hair was thoroughly sexed, your face was flush from the drinking and the exertion, your lips where swollen and below your shorts fingerprint bruises were already forming on your thighs.

“Well, I guess that’s why it reeks of sex in here.” Tig chirped, his eyes quizzically going your form.
“Don’t ya think you and Y/N should have come straight back brother?” Chibs chastised lightly.
Sensing your old man about to get in trouble, you cuddled up to Happy’s side and purred, “My fault boys, I had to drag him away. What is he going to do with me?”
They knew that you were getting Happy out of shit but still Tig had to be there, “I’d think he’s done enough with you.”

I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever like,
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

THE KING!!!

Another wee Jem and Jamie ficlet - not sure why I’ve suddenly got a bee in my bonnet about these but I have! haha! Thank you as always for your encouragement and support :) xxx

Jamie cocked his head to the side and drummed the fingers of his left hand on the table top.

He was thinking, Jem realised with a small thrill and glanced excitedly at Germaine but his cousin was staring intently at their grandfather and spared no attention for Jem. The seconds ticked by, marked by the slender bronze hand of the mantelpiece clock. A single bead of sweat ran from Germaine’s blonde temple and dripped onto the pale linen of his shirt. Jem squared his shoulders and straightened his back. He wasn’t scared of his Grandda, not ever, but when he was concentrating as fiercely as he was, Jem could see why people might be. He looked so stern!

“Ye ken that’s no a verra honourable thing, considering I was so courteous with your earlier error.”

Jamie said evenly, his eyes flicking between both boys but settling on Germaine who stuck out his chin defiantly.

“We all make our own choices, Grand-pere.”

He shrugged and Jamie snorted, though his gaze didn’t soften and Jem swallowed nervously.

“Aye, but are ye sure your partner feels the same? Ye look a wee bit peaky Jeremiah.”

Jem licked his lips and shook his head. In truth he didn’t really understand what it was Germaine had done. It couldn’t be too awful or Grandda wouldn’t be discussing it and anyway, whatever it was he and Germaine were a team and he would stand by his teammate no matter what.

“I think its fair Grandda. Ye didna ask us to owe ye one so I dinna think ye can claim foul-play.”

Jamie’s stern countenance broke and he smiled, jiggling Mandy who was on his knee, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Your brother is going to be a lawyer mo maise … and ye cousin will be a highwayman.”

Both boys looked fairly pleased with their future career predictions but Mandy’s scowl intensified and she glared across the table at them both.

“Dinna be mean to Grandda! Horrid boys!”

She scolded, patting Jamie’s arm consolingly before looking up at him, blue eyes wide with concern.

“Are you OK Grandda?”

“Och aye, dinna fash a leannan. I just need to teach these two young men a lesson, ken?”

Mandy nodded and Jem and Germaine exchanged anxious glances.

“Will ye help me?”

Jamie asked, eyes still trained on his granddaughter who nodded, only too happy to help her beloved Grandda sort out her brother and cousin.

“Aye Grandda.”

“Right,”

Jamie leant forward, huge frame hunching over the table as he pointed for Mandy to follow

“ye see the horsey? Aye that’s the one - put him here and take that piece away.”

“Wait …”

Germain’s eyes flew wide as Mandy picked up his Queen and replaced it with Jamie’s knight.

“The King!”

Jem yelped and Germaine turned sharply, digging his cousin in the ribs. The game had been going on for nearly an hour and in that time he had to shut Jem up countless times.

“Shh. Let me think…”

“No you need to protect the King …”

Jem leant across Germaine in a panic and seized the crowned piece of wood, dragging it back in the path of Jamie’s bishop. Germaine tried to slam his hand down but Jem had already let go, relinquishing their turn.

“Ah… I think perhaps Jem did not mean to let go so soon, Grand-pere, if I may just …”

“You may not!”

Jamie said tartly, placing Mandy’s hand on the bishop.

“We all make our own choices, ken? Capture the King for us, lass. Let’s finish them.”

Mandy slapped the bishop down viciously and seized the pale King with a roar of victory.

“WE GOT YOU!”

“Grandda got us! You just sat there!”

Jem snapped petulantly but Mandy was too wrapped up in her victory to much care. Germaine shook his head and slumped back in his seat, utterly spent.

“Mon Dieu.”

He murmured gesturing weakly to the board, the elegant turn of his wrist the very echo of his father and Jamie felt a small flutter in his heart at the memory of Fergus as a destitute waif, sat in the parlour of their house in Paris, charming Claire with his wit and his sweet nature and, not for the first time, Jamie marvelled at the chance of fate.  

“You saw it all along, didn’t you Grand-pere?”

“Aye,”

Jamie smiled but with more than a trace of sympathy in his voice

“Ye have the makings of a fine player laddie, but ye are too eager to make the kill. Ye must remember to survey the whole board not just focus on your own plans.”

Jamie held out his hand and Germaine shook it good naturedly, accepting his grandfather’s assessment of his strategy gracefully.

Jamie offered his hand to Jem next, and grinned

“And you need to learn to pay attention to the game at hand, ye didna wait nor listen to your captain and it cost ye the King. But ye are getting better.”

Jem blushed but shook his grandfather’s hand firmly and nodded. He could hardly argue with that assessment given that he had just done exactly as his grandfather described.

“Now my teammate,”

Jamie looked down at Mandy and offered her his hand to shake as he had with the boys.

“I think ye need to work on being a gracious winner, it’s no’ verra polite to scream ye victory at the top o’ your lungs.”

Mandy ignored his hand and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly

“We still won though, didn’t we Grandda?”

She beamed and Jamie laughed despite himself

“Aye, mo chridhe, we did.”

Jamie began to pack the pieces carefully away whilst Mandy scurried off to find Claire and tell her of the victory that she had, in her mind, been an integral part of.

“Sorry.”

Jem murmured quietly but Germaine waved his apology off

“It doesn’t matter, I had not seen the black knight’s potential move and without the queen all was lost anyway.”

He sighed dramatically before grinning at his cousin

“THE KING!!!”

He cried, mimicking Jem’s Scottish accent and throwing himself back in his chair, one hand draped across his eyes.

Jem kicked him in the shin lightly

“Shut up! I didna say it like that!”

“Ye did a bit, Jem. It was verra impassioned.”

Jamie teased and received a long look down the bridge of his grandson’s nose before Jem gave in and laughed.

“Chess is harder than I thought it would be.”

“When ye play wi’ the best it is.”

Jamie grinned, his smile widening as Jem and Germaine rolled their eyes simultaneously.

“Dad beat you last week!”

Jem pointed out smugly and Jamie nodded thoughtfully

“Aye and I dinna ken who was more shocked.”

He laughed, placing the lid on the box of pieces and returning it to the mantel piece.

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god his reaction to the song being requested is Big Fucking Mood

Safe and Sound- Kai Parker Imagine

Originally posted by yeslovablemeenyaaxx

Requested- by anon
Word Count- 1181
Pairing- Kai Parker x Reader (ft. No Humanity!Stefan)

A/N: I may have strayed from the request, but followed it best I could! 

The fire crackled, signifying that someone was home. She shut the door to the Salvatore house quietly, putting her coat on the clothes rack near the door. Y/N had taken residence at the Salvatore house after her parents left town after her graduation. However, she hadn’t been there since Stefan turned his humanity off, Damon didn’t want to risk him hurting her or anyone. Y/N needed to go home and sleep in her own bed, she’d risk the chance to get a decent sleep.

She had come back from a night out with Kai, her boyfriend of a little over a year. Y/N persuaded Damon not to kill Kai because she was so deeply in love with him and if Damon killed him, he’d kill Y/N along with him. Kai dropped her off, after much arguing how it wasn’t safe. With one look with her puppy eyes and her quivering bottom lip, he caved in.

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Hayley Kiyoko Webster Hall NYC 11-2-16

SO Hayley is beyond amazing. She such a dope performer & just spreads positive vibes through the whole room. The feeling was overwhelming as every single word of every song filled the room as the crowd sang with her. Hayley is a true entertainer and a total badass babe!😍🤘🏼👏🏼

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anonymous asked:

Oya oya oya hahahah. Welcome to the haikyuu committee! Can I have a request for my favorites Kuroo, Akaashi and Oikawa? A scenario where they finally realize they are having feelings for their managers on the team? Cute fluffy ending with the help of Kenma, Bokuto (god help Akaashi) and Iwa-chan?

Ahhhhh!! I am so so so sorry that this took so long! No excuses this time uwu, more scenarios coming out soon, I promise.


Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo was going to do it.

He doesn’t know how, but he is. He paced around the garden with one hand constantly trying to tame his ridiculous bedhead and the other drumming the side of his pocket rapidly.

It never occurred to Kuroo that he’ll ever like you, that is well, until a month ago. He never knew why he felt his flutter whenever he saw you smile. He never knew why he always wanted you around him. Kuroo could never explain all of that until recently, he needed you in his life.

Through lots of pleadings and begging, Kenma finally gave in and decided to help Kuroo.

——–

Kenma asked you to meet him at your local park during the noon to help him with his work. You doubted that it was actually anything school related since Kenma usually aces it every subject but you still agreed anyway.

You thought nothing much about this since you regularly had meet-ups with Kenma and Kuroo, but you were surprised to find only Kuroo there. Assuming Kenma was simply late, you crept up behind Kuroo and gave him a soft tap on his shoulder.

Kuroo stiffened beneath your touch, his mouth went dry and he found himself at loss for words. He opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out.

“Kuroo,” you giggled, “are you okay?”

“I-I-I,” he sighed, “fuck.”

Kuroo let out a shaky breath, “Look, I just,” he stopped and there was an awkward silence hanging between the both of you, he took in another breath, “I just really like you. Ever since you became the manager of Nekoma I just felt a strange connection between the both of us,”

You looked at him. Kuroo’s face was flushed and it was taken over by a shade of deep red. And when he looked at you, he broke out into a sheepish grin.

You laughed. And Kuroo felt his face flush even more. “Was that too cheesy?”

“Yeah, but hey, who can ever dislike a dork like you,” you said. Hearing this, Kuroo’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open.

“Are you saying that you like me?” he gasped and grabbed you by the shoulder. You nodded your head and grinned.

Kuroo smiled. It wasn’t that sly grinned of his but an actual smile. And he pulled you in for a hug, holding you so tightly as though you were the most precious thing to him in this world.


Akaashi Keiji

“Keiji!” You waved, “Bokuto told me you wanted to tell me something, what’s it?” you asked innocently.

Beneath all the layer of Akaashi’s coolness, he was actually nervous, and that might be just an understatement. Hands in his pockets, he casually strolled over to you.

Akaashi was praying a silent prayer as he walked over to you, he hoped that Bokuto didn’t let out too much information. Ever since Bokuto found out that Akaashi had a crush on you, he wouldn’t shut his mouth. Ever. Bokuto would intentionally leave both you and Akaashi in very awkward situations, at least to Akaashi.

Akaashi couldn’t take his eyes of off you when you became Fukorodani’s new manager. He would find excuses to talk to you, and would purposely show off his ‘setter’ skills whenever you were around.

But he was going to let all his built up emotions out today. Akaashi was going to confess to you, and you had no idea.

He smiled softly at you when he reached you. You smile back widely, which made Akaashi’s heart beat at what feel like at a dangerously fast rate.

“I just wanted to tell you that I really like you,” Akaashi bluntly said, shocked at himself at how smoothly it came out.

Now, you were definitely not expecting this. You raised an eyebrow, slowly absorbing everything at what he just said.

And when you finally did, you walked towards him and kissed him, on his lips, something that you’ve been dying to do since forever. It felt so right, Akaashi’s lips molded perfectly against yours. And in that moment, you never felt love so strongly before.


Oikawa Tooru

“Why am I even helping you,” Iwaizumi grumbled under his breath. After spending two torturous hours at Oikawa’s house, the both of them finally came up with a plan for Oikawa to ask you out.

It was pretty obvious to everyone, even his fangirls, that Oikawa was in love with you. Everyone but you, unfortunately. You never knew why so many girls would send you death glares when you walk down the hallway, it never came across to you that, Oikawa Tooru, the ‘king’ of the school was madly in love with you.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Oikawa asked, unsure of himself, as he nervously glanced over to Iwaizumi, who looked like he was about to lose his sanity.

“For the last time,” Iwaizumi breathe out, “Yes,” he said sternly. “You asked that about ten times now, when are you every gonna get it into your tiny mind that this plan will work” Iwaizumi added.

“I can’t help it!” Oikawa whined, “[Y/N] can be just so naive sometimes. It’s almost incredible!”

——–

Oikawa drummed against the volleyball nervously, waiting for you to arrive. He knew that since you were the manager of Aoba Jousai, you always came at least 10 minutes earlier to get ready.

Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s 'masterful’ plan was to get everyone, except for you and Oikawa, to come 45 minutes later so Oikawa could have some alone time with you. Oikawa also had Iwaizumi run to the nearest florist to get you a bunch of assorted flowers. Which, was not as cheap as the both of them thought.

With the flowers placed next to his sports bag, Oikawa tried focusing on his serve. He threw the volleyball up and spiked it, only for it to be another out. He was about to do the same until he heard your voice.

“Hey,” you grinned, “You’re surprisingly early,” you noted.

“[Y/N-chan!],” he exclaimed, trying to maintain his composure, “I just wanted to see you, that’s all,” he flirted.

You being you, you brushed it off quickly, giggling at him. As you were laying your things down you noticed the flowers. “Oh my gosh, these are gorgeous, who’s the lucky person?”

“You,” Oikawa responded. “C'mon Oikawa, be serious,” you retorted.

“I am being serious [Y/N]” he said, suddenly getting serious.

You furrowed your brows. “Then what’s this for?”

Oikawa sighed, “I’ve just really wanted to tell you that I, um, that I,” Oikawa scratched the back of his head, he couldn’t find it in him to say the words that he was supposed to. Oikawa had never confessed to someone before. It was usually one of his fangirls that did it, but now since the table’s turned, Oikawa found himself at a loss for words.

He took in a deep breath, “I just, I really like you okay?” he confessed.

“What? Really? Oh God, are you being serious right now?” you asked, “I’ve waited so long for this!” you burst out before stopping, “Wait, is this a prank?”

“Huh? No! [Y/N]-chan I really genuinely like you!” he gushed.

You laughed, “Well, that was embarrassing. I like you too, for like a really long time. I’m just kinda surprised that you do too, y'know?”

Oikawa pulled you in for a hug, “you’re so oblivious to everything, [Y/N]-chan,”

Shows every actor should know

It’s quite unlikely that you’ve read/seen/listened to each and every one of these shows.  I certainly haven’t!  But it’s a place to work off of–something you can go to and see what you should read next, what show you should try to see, what’s missing in your education!  And perhaps you’re a musical theatre artist and think you should skip the straight play section–don’t.  These are shows you should know too!  I’ve put an asterisk by shows that I particularly recommend and that changed my life as a performer, to give you a place to start!  Enjoy!

Note: If I’m miscategorized something or feel as if something is missing from this list, please don’t hesitate to tell me!  

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